1. |
Get Wired
03:37
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Instrumental
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2. |
Bikini Machine
03:26
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Wasting time with what you do
Spinning my wheels and getting used
I 'aint here any longer, baby
Maybe I didn't think this one through
Given the chance I wouldn't know
What to do with you
Chorus:
You're so addicted to heartache
You make it look so good
You 'aint turning up any old place
And I don't think that you should
Keep dressing up in all that green
You don't mean anything
Bikini Machine
You know my patience, babe, is shot
I just don't care for you alot
Next time you call me, baby
I'll let it ring a time or two
'Cause given the chance I wouldn't know
What to do with you
Sick of waisting all my time
Sick of seeing all the signs
You keep him and he'll keep you
It's time to cut that noose
Given the chance I wouldn't know
What to do with you
(Chorus)
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3. |
Under the Hood
02:20
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I've dreamt what that engine would sound like
Pistons glistening workin' real hard
(and) I really wanna see your head lights
Up against the wall in my garage
Chorus:
What do you say, baby?
I can drive it oh-so good
Just let me get one good look
Underneath your hood
A frame the motorheads would die for
Doesn't see the open road much, I can tell
But you keep that thing in such damned good condition
I'd eat three meals a day off your wheel wells
(Chorus)
Here goes: Open up that driver's side door
You let me in, now I'm gonna make it up to you
I turn that key, ignition starts a-screamin'
Let's see what this machine's gonna let me do
You think I drive real crazy
Top speed in 5.2
But no one else can say they've been
Underneath your hood
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4. |
Let it Go
03:35
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What's that you said?
Is it true?
Babe, I know, yeah
It hurts me more than you
What a time you chose
To kick me when I'm down
When you should have pulled me through
I need a hand to
Get me off my knees
I'm dying here babe
Why do you look so pleased?
But I know you
And there's something I gotta do
'Cause I'm so angry
I can't see
Back off
Get out
Leave me be, take a hike
And shut your mouth
I go insane with every
Word I hear you say
I think your voice is getting proud
Don't you got somewhere to be?
Why 'aint it you? It's always me
Babe I'm gonna let you know
You'd better let it go
Break you down
See what it takes
To be satisfied with
All of your mistakes
I've come along
And made some change
I don't fuck with you
'Cause I don't need the strain
I 'aint gonna break my back
'Aint worth another heart attack
All my scars are gonna show
You'd better let it go
Gave you a try
Worked it out
You'd better leave
Before the real me gets out
You know I got
A couple words I'd like to say
You're gonna hear 'em pretty loud
You'd better take that collar off
Cut yourself loose, get lost
I think you need some time to grow
So you'd better let it go
Still feeling raw
A little sore
You'd feel it too if you were
Sleeping on the floor
You know you got yourself
A trouble causing tongue
And you 'aint worth it anymore
You know it's harder than I thought
To be tied up in a knot
Oh, your blood is gonna flow
If you don't let it go!
You crossed the line
Know what I mean?
Think you know more about
The things I live and breathe
Take off baby
Don't need you hangin' 'round
I think your voice is getting proud
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5. |
I Won the Dance Contest
02:33
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The other day I was-a-walkin' along
Saw a big sign that said Have a real ball!
Dance contest starts at seven O'clock
Ladies drink free, Guys show 'em what you got
No cover charge no minimum drink
But I had seventeen, man I couldn't think
I wrote my name down and got into line
Fell on the floor and had a real good time
I did the swim
I did the mashed potato
I did the hand jive
Turned red like a tomato
I won the dance contest (I won the dance contest)
I won the dance contest (I won the dance contest)
I'm better than all the rest
I won the dance contest
I stomped my feet, shook up my hair
Put my hands in my pockets, jumped in the air
When I came down ya know the music had stopped
Took off my shirt and did three more shots
A record started spinning and so did I
Other dancers stopped and said Man, this guy's high!
I think he's mad, he 'aint wearin' no shirt
That's when I took off my pants, I did the jerk
I did the stroll
I did the slide
When I did the twist
All the girls cried
I won the dance contest (I won the dance contest)
I won the dance contest (I won the dance contest)
I'm better than all the rest
I won the dance contest
Man it was a mob when I got first prize
Didn't know if I was gonna make it outta there alive
Took my blue ribbon kept it under my hat
I had to beat the girls off with a baseball bat
They wanted a dance with the certified champ
They wanted a kiss from a true fine man
I picked one out she was wearing all red
Threw her in the car, we went surfing instead
I did the jitter bug
I did the hop
I did the voo doo
And the Boston crab walk
I won the dance contest (I won the dance contest)
I won the dance contest (I won the dance contest)
I'm better than all the rest
I won the dance contest
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The Thrashers Winnipeg, Manitoba
After 7 years in outer space The Thrashers have returned with a brand new record! Winnipeg’s surf/skate punkers have been living on a steady diet of pepperoni pizza and sticking to a grueling exercise routine. The boys are back and more jacked than ever to flex on you hungry weaklings one last time. ... more
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