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Nice Guys Finish Last
Hitchin' a Ride
The Grouch
Redundant
Scattered
All the Time
Worry Rock
Platypus
Uptight
Last Ride In
Jinx
Haushinka
Walking Alone
Reject
Take Back
King For a Day
Good Riddance
Prosthetic Head


Nice Guys Finish Last
Nice guys finish last
You're running out of gas
Your sympathy will get you left behind
Sometimes you're at your best, when you feel the worst
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain
Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane
I'm so fucking happy I could cry
Every joke can have its truth but now the joke's on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy
Oh nice guys finish last, when you run out of gas
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine
Living on command
You're shaking lots of hands
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need
Bit the hand that feeds
You kill your memory

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Hitchin' A Ride
Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt
1, 2 1, 2, 3, 4
Cold turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2 1, 2, 3, 4
Troubled times, you know i can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I say Shit!

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The Grouch
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
The world owes me, so fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me, so fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me, so fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up
I don't have sex `cause i can't get it up
I'm always rude
I've got a bad attitude
The world owes, so fuck you

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Redundant
We're living in repetition
Content in the same old shtick again
Now the routine's turning to contention,
Like a production line going over and over and over, roller coaster
Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous
Taken for granted now
Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it
Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant, 'cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words, now I cannot speak

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Scattered
I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
All the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes
Open the past and present
Now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present
And the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it up to you
Loose ends tied in knots
Leaving a lump down in my throat
Gagging on a souvenir
Lodged to fill another year
Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving myself wide open
Living out a sacrifice
If you got no one and I've got no place to go, would it be alright?
Could it be alright?

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All The Time
All the time, every time I need it
What's the time?
I'd say the time is right
Here's to me
Let's find another reason
Down the hatch and a bad attitude
Salud
Wasting time
Wasting time down a bum fuck road
And I don't know where the hell it'll go
Heirlooms and huffing fumes, and I'm picking up the pace
And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall
All the time
A "New Year's Resolution"
How soon that we forget
Doing time
Loving every minute
Live it up on another let down
Salud
Promises, promises, it was all set in stone, cross my heart and hope to die
Sugar fix, dirty tricks and a trick question
Guess i should have read between the lines
Having the time of my life, watching the clock tick
All the time, where did all the time go?
It's too late to say good night
Time flies when you're having fun
Time's up when you work like a dog
Salud

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Worry Rock
Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride
A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

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Platypus (I Hate You)
Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground
No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want to hear
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I heard your sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know your going to die
Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking,
Asshole, dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave

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Uptight
I woke up on the wrong side of the floor
Made, made my way through the front door
Broke my engagement with myself
Perfect picture of bad health, another notch scratched on my belt
The future just ain't what it used to be
I got a new start on a dead end road
Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows
Owe, I paid off all my debts to myself
Perfect picture of bad health, another notch scratched on my belt
The future's in my living room
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Uptight I'm a nag with a gun

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Last Ride In
{Instrumental}

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Jinx
I fucked up again it's all my fault
So turn me around and face the wall
Read me my rights and tell me I am wrong
Until it gets into my thick skull
A slap on the wrist
A stab in the back
Torture me, I've been a bad boy
Nail me to the cross until you have won
I lost before I did any wrong
I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck
Keep you distance 'cause it's rubbing off
Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell
Or earth with me tangled at your feet
You finally met you nemesis
Disguised as your fatal long lost love
So kiss it good bye
Until death do we part
You fell for a jinx for crying out loud

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Haushinka
Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name
I met her on the eve of my birthday
Did she know? Did she know? Before she went away
Does she know? But it's too damn late
This girl has gone far away
Now she's gone
All I have now is a memory to date
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name
I didn't know, I didn't know, before she went away
I know now, I know now, and it's too damn late
Will she ever find her way?
I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I?
Yet again I'm kicking myself
And I'll be here in battle scars, waiting for you
Waiting for you now

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Walking Alone
Come together like a foot in a shoe
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth
Thinking out loud and acting in vain
Knocking over anyone that stands in my way
Sometimes I need to apologize
Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello
Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone
Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground
Yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around
Isn't that another familiar face?
Too drunk to figure out they're fading away

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Reject
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And what's my master plan
What makes you think that it includes you?
Self-righteous wealth
Stop flattering yourself
'Cause when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American
Sucking up you social sect, making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type
What's the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you're told
So listen up and shut the hell up
It ain't no big deal
And I'll see you in hell
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American
Falling from grace, right on my face
To hell and back and hell again I've gone

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Take Back
You pushed me once too far again
I'd like to break you fucking teeth
Stick a knife in the center of your back
You better grow some eyes in the back of your head
I fight dirty, just like your looks
Can't take, can't take, can't take anymore
Take back, Take back, Take
The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue
An eye for an eye
Gun for a gun
Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine
Expect it when you're least expecting it
No loss of love, the smell of regret
Lights out
Can't take anymore
Shite

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King For A Day
Started at the age of 4
My mother went to the grocery store
Went sneaking through her bedroom door
To find something in a size 4
Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for a day in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me
My daddy threw me in therapy
He thinks I'm not a real man
Who put the drag in the drag queen
Don't knock it until you tried it

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Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to do
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while
I hope you had the time of your life
I hope you had the time of your life

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Prosthetic Head
I see you, down in the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull
Self-effaced, what's his face
You erased yourself so shut up
You don't let up
You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know
You don't say
And you got no reply
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic
You're pathetic
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