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Nighttime
03:26
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Start it off with a bang!
I guess that's something to do
Take your sweet time
There's nothing here for you
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
Hibernate in my home
Turn on the news
I can't believe he said, she said, he said that
This is something new
I heard it all before
So have you
Is it something I said?
Or, did I steal it from you?
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
Sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
Sha! Sha!
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
Yeah!
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
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2. |
L.D.
01:57
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3. |
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Alright
Anton Newcombe, I love you
Anton Newcombe, I love you
Anton Newcombe, I love you, since I was 22
Anton
Anton, come on
Anton, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah!
Anton Newcombe, I love you
Anton Newcombe
Anton Newcombe, I love you, since I was 22
Anton Newcombe
Anton Newcombe
Anton Newcombe Newcombe, I love you, since I was 20-20-2-2-2
Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on
Woo!
Anton Newcombe
Anton Newcombe, Newcombe, Newcombe
Anton Newcombe, Newcombe, I love you, since I was 20-20-20-20-20-22
Yeah!
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4. |
Jesus Christ
03:23
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Go!
Ooh!
My mom always said by the time I was 16
I'd be out there living on the streets
Sleeping under cars
Trying to get a little heat
But I was alright
I was stealing beer from the gas station ladies
With their high-heeled hair,
Lipstick butts and cigarette teeth
But let me tell ya,
It was alright
I'd say, "Hey kid, where'd you get that?"
"Yeah, that's mine and I want it back"
But listen,
It was alright
It was alright
It was alright
Yeah
We said,
It was alright
It was alright
Jesus Christ
It was alright
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5. |
Satanic Panic
01:34
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Mwah!
Satanic Panic!
High-heeled boots and a gin and juice
Girls night out just me and you
Hairy nipples you can suck them, too
God fucking hates what I'm going to do
Oh! Oh!
Think I'm staring,
Not looking at you
All I see is money, tits and ass
Satanic Panic!
New generation scares the shit out of you
Old motherfuckers with nothing to do
Kill them all and let the sinners be cool
And burn down the church, pedophile school
Satan is coming
And he's coming for you
Oh! Oh!
Think I'm staring,
Not looking at you
All I see is money, tits and death
Satanic Panic!
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6. |
Bah Bah Bah
01:00
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7. |
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AH!
I am the antichrist
You heard me right
I am the antichrist
You heard me right
I am the antichrist
You heard me right
I am the antichrist
You heard me right
AH!
Fuck yourself
You can go fuck yourself
Fuck yourself
You can go fuck yourself
Fuck yourself
You can go, you can go and fuck yourself
Fuck yourself
You can go you can go and fuck yourself
That's right!
AH!
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8. |
Turning British
01:45
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One, two, three, four!
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
Oh!
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
I like my coffee and I like my tea
I get my tea from the colonies
'Cause I'm British, ain't it plain to see?
Why isn't anybody nice to me?
Why isn't anybody nice to me?
Americans don't like me
Americans don't like me
I like my coffee and I like my tea
and I
I get my tea from the colonies
and I
I like my coffee and I like my tea
Why isn't anybody nice to me
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
I think I'm British and it's plain to me
I think I'm British and it's plain to me
I think I'm British and it's plain to me
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
I'm turning British, ain't it plain to see?
Nobody's quite nice to me
Nobody's quite nice to me these days
No!
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9. |
In The City I Live In
02:49
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In the city I live in (the city he lives in)
There is nothing to do (nothing to do)
In the city I live in (the city he lives in)
There is nothing to do (nothing to do)
In the city that I'm in (ooh)
On the street so many people (so many people)
Lying on the ground (lying on the ground)
I was laying there with them (laying there with them)
I was on the ground (he was on the ground)
You cant make me stop sleeping (Dick/Don't stop sleeping)
If I want to sleep (let him sleep)
In the city that I'm in
I'm in the city
I'm in the city
I'm in the city by myself
In the city I live in
I finally found you
Now I'm not so alone here
And I've got something to do
We can talk here for hours
Or, just go home
Cause I love you
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10. |
Rough Enough
01:50
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Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
Let me know
Oh! Oh!
Sometimes, you have to sit down and figure it out
Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
Let me know if it's rough enough for you
Sometime we'll have to figure it out
Talk to me darling and we'll figure it out
Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
Let me know if it's rough enough, if it's rough enough for you
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11. |
Rich Kids
02:28
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That dude's so cool (That dude's a douche)
Good taste, good attitude (Nothing like you)
Trust punk attitude
Daddy bought that car for you
And we say
Yeah what do we say?
Get that shit out of my face
Let's eat the rich kids
Fuck these kids dude (Fake kids, O'Doul's)
They just wanna bum (Fake bum, fake kids)
Small town, no job (Brooklyn born and bred)
Fake life, good wife
Daddy's princess
Trust punk attitude
Daddy bought that car for you
And we say
Yeah what do we say?
Get that shit out of my face
Let's eat the rich kids!
Let's eat the rich kids!
Let's eat the rich kids!
Yeah, eat your friends!
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12. |
Wire Woman
02:30
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Wire
Running up, all through her dress
Liar
Coming home dressed up like that
And is it funny to you?
Cause it's not funny to me
It's not funny to me
We're running home at the same time
Lying
With our heads in the summer grass
And this is what we do
It's just what we do
This is how we move
Get the cameras, Sue, this isn't something I want to lose
Get the cameras and sue me I don't want to miss another minute with you
Wait a minute
I really thought I had something with you
Wait a minute
Who's that guy out in the car with you
What's he gonna do?
What's he gonna do?
What's he gonna do?
What's he gonna do?
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