I can t-t-teach you
T-t-teach me
I can t-t-touch you
T-t-touch me
T-t-teach me
T-t-teach me
T-t-touch me
T-t-touch me
Let’s hear it for women’s lib.
Coming out in ’96
Let’s hear it for women’s lib
Coming out in ’96
You got a mind, a mind, a mind
But I don’t mind, don’t mind, don’t mind
We’re thick as thieves, as thieves, as thieves
Thick as thieves need, thieves need, thieves need
4 AM is the new midnight
4 AM is the new midnight
You got a mind, a mind, a mind
But I don’t mind don’t mind don’t mind
But I don’t mind don’t mind don’t mind
(laughing)
I can t-t-teach you
T-t-teach me
I can t-t-touch you
T-t-touch me
Touch me
Teach me
Touch me
Teach me
T-t-teach me
You got a mind, a mind, a mind
But I don’t mind, don’t mind, don’t mind
4 AM is the new midnight
4 AM is the new midnight
Bad Touch
Jack Daniels, Cannery Row
Let’s pretend it’s your birthday
I heard your daddy did some time
Now is that really a crime?
Crime
I wanna get down at the front lines
Loose our booze in every way
I wanna get you to the side of the house
Take you down to the front drive
Drive
Like a bad touch
From a stranger
You can’t help but
Make it awkward
You got to give it up
Like a bad touch, bad touch
Come on, come on now
You’re just like a bad touch
From a stranger come on
Come on come on come on come on
Beaten up burgers stealing the sink
Taking twenties off the night stand
I’m just talking ‘cause I don’t wanna speak
I gotta chocolate full of my hand
(laughter)
Hand
Rudolph Valentino
I beat L.A. at bowling today.
And I only got a 146
I may have the advantage of steel
But I can emote, I can still feel
Rudolph Valentino
Talkies aren’t so neato
Sleep in broken dreams of
Languages dead for centuries
Just like gasoline went the way of steam
I’m just a robot.
This is my last shot.
I saw your friend
Down at the park
We saw each other
We didn’t say “hi”
The rest of my time is not my own.
It’s being bled out, wasted and sold
Just like gasoline
Went the way of steam
Rudolph Valentino
Talkies aren’t so neato
Sleep in broken dreams of
Languages dead for centuries
Just like gasoline went the way of steam
I’m just a robot.
This is my last shot.
Wish You Were Here
I walk in sequence
The city runs in ruins
I’ll make my comeback
I’ll make what I can’t feel
It’s a sad and beautiful world
Sing it sadly as I leave
I’m the icing on the cupcake
I’m the heart that’s Down by Law
I am a good egg, Roberto Benigni
Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?
Jack goes right and Zack goes left or Zack goes left and Jack goes right
Wish you were here as you’re leaving
Wish you all the best of luck.
No, no no no
Need Me Back
Are you like me, yeah?
Sad
Have you ever needed someone?
Does no one need you back? Have you ever needed someone?
Does no one need you back?
And it’s wrong
Help me sing along
I need
I need someone
No one
Needs me back
Did God go ugly?
Leave you with nothing?
Open a tab.
End of the night it’s all we have
And it’s wrong
And it’s wrong
Help me sing along.
And it’s wrong
And it’s wrong
Help me sing along
I need
I need someone
No one
Needs me back
Bobby Brown
I think Bobby Brown said it best when he said that
The girls today just don’t give a fuck
Cocaine
Cocaine
Let’s destroy the family as quick as we don’t want one
Two steps forward two steps back
My roommate Chris once smoked crack
No no no, No no no
Cold Hands Warm Heart
Bitter salt, bitter city
Better when the big get busy
Better when the big get busy
Better when the bitter bight pretty
Trying hard to get a try
Reaching long to get a reach
Trying hard to get a try, get a try, get a try
Light and paltry, now thick like sleep
Like the body wants to sleep
Like the body wants to promise
Thick like sleep and heavy with their hearts
Missed like need and heavy with their starts
Understood like facts and meals
Unspoken breathing with the bills
Warm, warm, but made to miss
A stutter in my friends ‘cause a stutter in my pitch
Bitter salt, bitter city
Better when the big get busy
Better when the big get busy
Better when the bitter bight pretty
Trying hard to get a try
Reaching long to get a reach
Trying hard to get a try, get a try, get a try
Cold Hands Warm Hearts and
Warm Hearts Cold Friends
Cold Friends Cold Hearts and
Cold Hearts Warm Hands
Sometimes Sex Isn’t About the Money
It’s a nine month cold front and it’s hard although it’s only three months in
And after the nine months, it’s only three months before it’s back again
The exhaust from the busses is choking this winter
The cost of living is choking this dinner
My funny valentine, so funny
Sometimes sex isn’t about the money
Even if my stereo lasts a season without getting stolen
I still don’t think anything is going to go right
La la la la, la la la la la la la la
so ill
She wanted something to take away
Nothing taken, nothing gained
Alone at night she
Laid awake with nothing on her mind
It’s better to use than to break
Nothing broken no harm done
A sickle cell stacking up
We’re in a bad way now
The further we go along
The more we’re in a bad bad way
And all I do is hurt so much so much so much so much so much, too much too much too much too much too damn much
No blood runs in this town
The heat is busted at this stop
Everyone is wearing black
‘Till something darker comes along
Broken bottles, broken bones
Broken songs in broken homes
People push against themselves
We’re in a bad way now
The further we go along
The more we’re in a bad bad way
And all I do is hurt so much so much so much so much so much, too much too much too much too much too damn much
Don’t Love with Your Eyes
You couldn’t love her more
And even though I’m so ignored
You’re so warm and so gold
And I’m so below status quo
Please don’t love with your eyes
Please don’t follow your eyes
Please don’t love with your eyes
Please don’t follow your eyes
Baby it’s a sin
That my heart can’t match my skin
Baby how I long
To call you baby outside of this song
Like Rodin without Bronze
I couldn’t be worse off
Baby how I long to call you baby outside of this song
Please don’t love with your eyes
Please don’t follow your eyes
Please don’t love with your eyes
Please don’t follow your eyes
Victoria
Victoria
Victoria
I know that fathers