1. |
Interview
04:01
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(Verse)
I just read your interview,
and yes, some things were true
but some things I think you invented
perhaps borrowed, and/or rented
I just read your biography
and there was no sign of me
I think the author got confused
he failed to mention I'm your muse
(Bridge)
This isn't the way
I imagined your fame
I hoped and I prayed
You’d come back to me feeling the same
If I had the fame
I’d want everyone knowing your name
Hope it’s clear I ain’t insane
(Verse)
I just saw you on TV
With girls from Tennessee
I think you must have been on tour
I see there’s no shortage of whores
And I heard you were back in town
You know how news just flits around
I’m not someone who’s seen the light
So keep one eye open at night
(Bridge)
And please keep in mind
I have access to knives
And guns, better run
We’ll see who gets remembered this time.
It’s just that I’ve cried
Every tear I have stored up inside
Sorry dear, you have to die.
(Verse)
I just read your obituary
And again still no sign of me
I did not receive my credit
For leaving you quite beheaded
I heard your eulogy
With your friends and family
Tell me what’s a girl to do
When all they care about is you?
(Bridge)
Now I’m doing time
25 years to life
And I realize that my murder weapon is my pride
And I realize I can’t always be sweet apple pie
Sorry dear, you know I tried
(Verse)
I just read your diary
On every page you mentioned me
I’m embarrassed to admit it
But so happy to be in it
Cause love paired with vanity
Can plead me to insanity
The only thing I can think of
That makes me feel this crazy is love
It’s love.
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2. |
Dino Crush
03:11
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(Verse)
I’m crying and I’m whining
But I ain’t gettin’ too far
And meanwhile
You smile
At every broad in the bar
(Chorus)
And I try to remember that a kiss don’t change the world
And I try to be mindful
And realize I’m just a girl
With a silly crush.
There’s no need to rush
Just a girl with a crush.
(Verse)
Nancy from Delancey
Wanted to make me her wife
She said when she kissed me
She thinks I could change her life
(Chorus)
And I try to remind her
That a kiss don’t change the world
And I try to be mindful
And realize she’s just a girl
With a silly crush.
There’s no need to rush
She’s just got a little crush
(Bridge)
Love’s a myth, love’s a warning
Love’s a wave, you will get wet.
Love will rip out your organs
Like a tyrannosaurus rex.
(verse)
I’m crying and still whining
Love really can’t be that hard
But meanwhile,
I’ll smile
At every boy in the bar
(Chorus)
And I’ll try to remember
That a kiss don’t change the world
And I’ll try to be mindful
And realize I’m just a girl (who?!)
A girl with a crush.
I just got a little crush.
There’s no need to rush.
Just a girl with a crush!
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3. |
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(Verse)
I don’t see you on the Sidewalk
Now that you have claimed your fame
I don’t see you in the pawn shops
Trading in your name for change
(Chorus)
But I know
You had to go
Back to Ohio
To steal the show
Back to Ohio
To steal the show
(Verse)
Boy this city’s gotten colder
I suppose all cities do
All our friends are getting older
And more sick and lonely too
(Chorus)
But I know
You had to go
Back to Ohio
To steal the show
Back to Ohio
To steal the show
(Bridge)
And the kitchen sink’s still leaking
And the rent has gotten high
And now even when I’m sleeping
I still dream your name in lights.
(Verse)
Read about you in the papers
Saw your picture with some dame
Heard from someone in Columbus
You had even changed your name
(Chorus)
But I know
You had to go
Back to Ohio
To steal the show
Back to Ohio
To steal the show
You stole the show.
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4. |
Out West: Act 2
04:22
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(Verse)
Woke up in Phoenix
Bleeding on Kleenex
From the night before
And still wanting more
Stuck the wrong side of my
Cigarette bride straight into my mouth
And so I spit it out.
And so I travelled
North to Seattle
Hoping life would change
For this Bettie Page.
Tisket a Tasket
Who’s got the basket full of
Happiness?
I ran around
Leaving secrets in towns
Spreading lies in ears
Trading hope for beer.
I made quick dough
At the rodeo
And I made quick love
To my cowboy thug
Left him high
And I left him dry
And I stole his car
Headed for the stars.
Tisket a tasket
Who’s got the basket
Full of emptiness?
(Bridge)
Catch me if you can
It’s the same with every man
It’s the same with every place
I just run away
Some may say I like the thrill of the chase
But I just like the taste
Of a sweet escape.
(Chorus)
Looks like I’m headed for Mexico
Flying high with the blackest crows
Ain’t got nowhere else to go
I’m the lonleiest show on the road.
(Verse)
Copacabana ,
Lipstick like Vanna White
In the Summertime.
And in Montana,
Frostbitten lovers in the
Wintertime.
I left the east
So that I’d find peace
From the walking dead
Living in my head.
Tisket a Tasket
Who’s got the basket full of meaningless?
(Bridge)
No sense in being sad
I told you I was bad.
I’ll drink up all your booze,
I’ll blacken all your blues.
I’ll run away but leave you clues.
Just to make you bust.
In God I lust.
(Chorus)
Looks like I’m headed for Mexico
Flying high with the blackest crows
Forget what you think you know
Of the loneliest show on the road.
I’m the loneliest gal on the road.
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5. |
Out West
03:42
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(Verse)
We packed up
The Toyota and we took off,
Baby.
And you pawned your guitar
So I’d fit in the car
And we drove and we drove
So convinced we’d get so far.
That motel,
That fifty dollar flea-bag motel,
Baby.
Drunk and ready to fight
So we said our goodbyes
As three glasses of wine
Turned to six
And then to nine.
(Bridge)
So I flew
Back to New Jersey
I felt safer in the east
Still I’d call you up from pay phones
Just content to hear you breathe.
Ain’t it strange that at my sickest
I could love you at my best?
The best thing you could do
Was watch me go,
And stay out west.
(Verse)
Your new her,
Have not seen her,
Have not met her,
Baby.
Go on, make her your wife
Go on start your new life,
Just remember the beast out east
From time to time.
Two strangers
Caught up in Razor behavior,
Baby.
You wore velvet in June,
But you loved me too soon
And I couldn’t behave
So up up up up up away I flew.
(Bridge)
Just remember that New Jersey
Always saves a place for you
And remember that my bar tab’s still good
For a drink or two.
And remember that I loved you
And just fill in all the rest.
The best thing you could do was watch me go
I’ll miss you much more than you’ll ever know.
But stay out west.
Stay out west.
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6. |
Ch-Ching!
03:30
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(Verse)
Ch-Ching!
I got those things
I got the cars and toys
And diamond rings
Ch-Ching!
Look how they bling!
I got the rocks and yachts
And all the minks.
Look at my life
My name’s in lights
It’s shining high in Times Square
Oh so bright,
Look at my life.
I did things right,
I went from black to gray to pure and white.
(Bridge)
Keeping it green,
Know what I mean?
I get my thrills
From chasing bills.
I’m fulfilled.
(Verse)
Oh la dee da.
I break the laws.
I got them cops on payroll,
Money talks.
Oh la dee da.
Tuna tartar,
My tummy’s fat from pate
And fois gras.
Oh va va voom!
I bought the moon,
I bought them stars and mars
And month of June.
Oh va va va voom!
Hear how I croon,
No longer plagued by caged
Financial doom.
(Bridge)
Dripping with ice,
There ain’t no price
I can’t afford,
I want more.
Always more.
(Verse)
Ain’t got no shame
Making it rain,
Aint got no shame
In making love to fame.
Hip hip Horray!
For Cartier
I’m flashing baguettes in my
Favorite shades.
Ch-Ching!
I got those things,
I got the envy of the queens and kings.
Ch-Ching!
And yet it stings
To know what I gave up for all those things.
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7. |
Best Broad For The Job
04:05
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It's time I surrender and realize you bend her in all of these shapes that my body don't do.
I get it's she's skinny, she's pretty, she's witty and I'm pushing 30 and she's 22.
I get it she's tight, it probably feels right,
but boy who you kidding, you know that ain't you.
And I only calls 'em how's I sees 'em,
I think you should give me a shot,
I've got a laundry list of reasons
Why I'm the best broad for the job,
I'm the best broad for the job of loving you.
Ooh baby, I'm smitten, won't you be my kitten
don't care if I'm bitten, just wanna pet you.
I'm tired of flirty, it's time to get dirty
and moony and groany like movie stars do.
I know you're a stallion, but babe, I'm Italian
Just think how my meatballs be rollin' for you.
And I'm gonna find that gal and gut her
so you know who's calling' the shots.
I'm sweet on you like Fluffernutter cause I'm the best broad for the job...
I'm the best broad for the job of loving you.
I know I look, I know I sound
I know I act just like a maniac.
Just thought I made you laugh.
I thought you felt it too.
But no, it's her, it's always her
that broad who gives you such a heart attack.
I guess she's bringing sexyback
cause she's the one you choose,
and I loose, I always loose.
It's time I believe it, no this time I mean it, I'll leave you alone when I see her with you.
I hate how my eyes always look to the sky
when i try not to cry, it's just something they do
The thing about the love, I don't need all the fluff, I can live without love,
at least I got the blues.
And my skin is thick like a crustacean,
I'll be just fine crawling along.
But please hold on to my application
I'm still the best broad for the job of loving you
Don't mean to be rude
but I'm on a mission, won't stop til I'm kissing
every inch of you
and like Scooby Doo, I'm coming for you,
I'm the best broad for the job of loving you.
I'm the best God damn Italian broad for loving you.
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8. |
Razor Behavior
04:56
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They took all my razors
Cause of my behavior.
I think this is major,
Don’t do me no favors.
They took all my whiskey
Tied me down and frisked me
Said I was too risky
And the reaper just missed me.
I don’t wanna be good.
I can’t stand being well.
I’d break out if I could
And go back to my Hell.
I don’t wanna be sane.
Lock me up in my room.
Let me lie here in pain.
Lock me up in my tomb.
They’re making me eat here.
They’re making me sleep here.
And I feel like a freak here.
Like the only black sheep here.
They took all my Xanax
And left me with my panics
And they stole all my Vicodin
They won’t let me fuck no men.
I don’t wanna be free.
I don’t want what you’re selling.
Let me rot on the streets,
Let me end up a felon.
Get me dirty and dark,
Don’t you call me a lady.
Let me build up an ark
And sail off into crazy.
Enough with your questions.
Don’t need your suggestions.
You won’t get my confessions,
I’m keeping you guessing.
My heart rate is racing.
And the doctors keep pacing,
And they’re begging me hard to live
I would if I gave two shits.
I don’t wanna be nice.
I’m too sick, I’m too bad.
My mind’s crawling with lice
And I like it like that.
Let me rot in my piss.
Let me die like a martyr.
My disease is a gift,
I ain’t looking to barter.
I’m gonna break out soon.
And I know just what I’ll do.
I’ll take back my razors,
And my old behavior.
I’m feeling so funny
As the blood trickles from me.
And I’m floating straight towards the light,
Tell my daddy not to cry.
Help my mama be strong.
Just been living too long.
It’s just time I escaped.
It’s time I sealed my fate.
Help my brother be brave.
Tell them doctors to shove it.
They can dance on my grave,
I am dead and I love it.
Made the decision.
Ain’t cut out for living.
So thanks for the memories
And smug hospitality.
Your world just got brighter.
Come on put up your lighters.
Cause ding-dong the witch is dead.
You better go save someone else instead.
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9. |
To The Men
02:35
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To the men who’ve walked beside me,
Men who’ve been inside me,
To all the men I’ve wounded
In some way,
I’d like to set things right if that’s okay.
To the men who I’ve cheated,
For harms that were repeated,
I’d like to say I’m sorry
For my wrongs,
And sorry this has taken me so long.
To the men I’ve abandoned,
Men I’ve backhanded
For whiskey bottles thrown against the walls
I’m sorry boys, I’m sorry for it all.
So thank you for your kindness,
Let’s leave the past behind us.
And from now on I’ll be a better friend.
My Razor Behavior’s come to an end.
And God-willing it won’t happen again.
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