4 AM is the New Midnight

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