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Monday Blues
02:58
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Well, tonight I’m the king of the jungle,
backstage you are all my guests
but when the show is over, friends,
in a while it’s monday again
And that good vibration
given by the crowd
I guess it’s just fadin’ away
So wake up, walk the dog, drink a coffee
in a chinese bar downtown,
on the road but stuck in the traffic
with sad folks all around
And that good vibration
given by the crowd
I guess it’s just fadin’ away
It’s been a great show
but now I’m comin’ down
so don’t forget you’re just a clown
Well, tonight I’m the king of the jungle
and I'm shackled to this stage
but when the show is over, friends,
in a while it’s monday again
And that good vibration
given by the crowd
I guess it’s just fadin’ away
It’s been a great show
but now I’m comin’ down
so don’t forget you’re just a clown
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2. |
Party Girls
03:05
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Tonight we gonna have a party,
I'm gonna finally meet that girl.
I dreamed about her for so long
and tonight she will be mine
Well, I'll be dressed
in my best suit
and ask her for a dance
We’ll have a little drink and talk about us,
and maybe I'll take her to my home
But I ain’t got no suits,
nor money, all I've got
is a smokey dump that I call home,
so I rolled up my sleeves and cleand up everything
and sold my green flowers for a few bucks
So finally I get to the party
and pretty soon I wind up drunk,
I'm pretty sure I saw her on the dancefloor,
but even if she was,
she ain't there no more
So I get back up to the bar
and back to sippin’ my scotch,
but there she is, walkin' down the stairs,
walkin' down the stairs so fast
So I reached to her and smiled
but when she smiled at me
nothing good came from my mouth
So baby went away
and I'm here to sing and wail
this song for every girl I let escape
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3. |
Windy Night
02:25
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I was crawling down the alley,
it was such a windy night
and the moon, she hid her face from this black town,
I had nothing but myself
but I needed another drink
so I stuck my head inside a stinkin’ bar
I went right to the barman
and asked for something good
"Whatever, man, something to warm my bones,
I have no-bucks to pay you
but I could play guitar
and maybe put a smile upon your guests
Well, I could play that everybody knows,
that one for the money and the next one for the show
or I could play this song I wrote long time ago
about some pretty girl I used to know"
But the barman said "Fuck off,
you came with no-guitar
and the sadness of my clients
is just what makes me laugh
You see nobody's talking,
their eyes stuck to their glass,
nobody’s even noticed that you arrived"
That's when a pretty lady
came closer to my stool
and said "I'll pay a drink for you, my man"
From behind a man gets up and yell "who the hell is he?"
He looks like a young Andy Garcia!
So I better get the fuck off and that's just what I done,
tonight as always I chose the wrong place to go,
I don't want to break my bones
so I said goodbye you all 'cause for tonite i've seen enough
So I swing back down the alley to get back to my house,
you see, even the moon hides her face from this black town,
so I say goodbye you all,
I'm gonna hide myself from this black town
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Soul Savers
03:11
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I heard the voice of god,
he told me to tell you
to give me all your money
if you don't want to lose
your soul, it will be stuck in hell
if you don't give me what you can
And now get up!
And praise the lord,
your soul is safe,
we surely hope!
And now get up,
wallet in sight,
so your soul will be saved
and I can have good times
Your child is born and so
he’s got to join the club
or he will lose his soul
and I'll have no one to touch,
it's better when they're scared of hell,
they gonna trust me till the end...
And now get up [...]
(C'mon it's showtime)
I put my garnments on
(C'mon it's showtime)
and i drink jesus' blood
(C'mon it's showtime)
it's like a fairytale, you know
(C'mon it's showtime)
but it's my fuckin' job
And now get up [...]
When somebody dies
goes on livin' on a cloud
so you don't think about
that they're livin' underground,
but Jesus came back from the dead
just like a zombie or stuff like that
So now get up [...]
If you wanna eat his body
Now get up [...]
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5. |
Believe In What I Say
03:16
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Well, I am no doctor
but i know what i say,
I read it on a website
and i know you're gonna die.
Red meat is gonna kill you,
you should eat only seeds
and wait for fallen apples
and just forget the cheese.
Well, i'm not a woman
but this is what i think:
if I wore those sexy things
I'd be lookin for some dick,
but if a black gal gets in trouble,
well, there's no one to blame.
The boys they surely ain't guilty,
she's too ugly to get raped
and i say: believe in what i say!
Well, I've never read a book
and i don't understand this song,
c'mon it's showtime and everyone can talk, so,
I'm full of money
but I wonder why they leave
their country tryin to reach us,
they surely come to steal.
They come to steal our jobs,
to steal and fuck our girls,
our bloody money while prayin to other gods,
yes I know, I'm no scientist
but Earth it's clearly flat,
Just take a walk down by the sea
and you will soon see that
and i say: believe in what i say!
Well, I'm not a coach, a chef
a fireman, not at all,
not a shoemaker or a singer,
I don't care because
I've studied that for half an hour...
So believe in what i say!
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6. |
Dick Picking
02:58
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I saw a nice pic of a chick on my phone,
she was not bad at all, so here’s what I wrote:
Sweetheart, with that make-up you look like a star
and those shoes that you wear are not bad at all
and that dress makes you look fuckin' hot,
wonder why no one calls you sweetheart,
I'd like to meet you for real in a bar,
buy you a drink, then hit you with my best trick
I'll send you a nice pic of my dick!
And you'll like it!
Girl, oh dear, you know what is all about:
I clicked fuckin "like" on all of your posts,
must be worth at least a blow-job!
Sweetheart, your eyes are like those of a cat,
we could skip the bar-thing and just stay at home,
at you're place 'cause I live with my mom.
Is it ok if I call you sweetheart?
We’ll get married and we'll have a child
if I'm rushin' say stop and I will quit
after sending you a pic of my dick!
Will you like it?
Girl, oh dear, you know what is all about:
I clicked fuckin "like" on all of your posts,
must be worth at least a blow-job!
Sweetheart, I just saw your pic on my phone.
You are not bad at all, so here’s what I wrote:
Girl, oh dear, you know what is all about:
I clicked fuckin "like" on all of your posts,
must be worth at least a blow-job!
Or at least a foot-job!
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7. |
Nomophobia
03:29
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She wakes up
looking on her bedside,
she's distressed
because she doesn't find it,
she looks on the floor
and there it is her cellphone,
so finally she can
check all her notice
But she doesn't care
what's all around
with that fuckin phone
right in her fuckin' hand
She doesn't mind
if there's someone begging at her side,
she’s on her fucking phone
Yeah, she doesn't mind
if there's someone begging at her side,
with that fucking phone
right in her hand
Dressed up
checkin out her emails,
made up
post it on the social,
breakfast time
video call her best friend,
Subway time
with Insta of the exes
But she doesn't care
what's all around
with that fuckin phone
right in her fuckin' hand
She doesn't mind
if there's someone begging at her side,
she’s on her fucking phone
Yeah, she doesn't mind
if there's someone begging at her side,
with that fucking phone
right in her hand
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8. |
One More
04:14
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We traveled many days,
we traveled many roads,
we traveled many ways
but I found myself alone,
I told so many lies,
I drank a lot of wine
'cause since when i lost you
I feel so blue
And I'd like to say you don't, but you do
And I tried hard to write this song,
the words got lost,
aren’t we all?
Got troubles every day,
got troubles on the road,
got troubles every way
till I found myself alone,
I told so many lies,
I drank a lot of wine
‘cause since when I lost you
I feel so blue
And I remember springs and falls,
how about you?
I just found myself alone,
the party is off,
we need one more
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9. |
Get Away
02:02
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About my city
something must be said
there's something wrong
we have to deal with that
By the blue tower
take a deep breath
in a few days
man, you will be dead
I should get away from here
We're full of dumps
and tons of toxic wastes
and that's no fun
no superpower, mates
Fish are drownin
stuck in plastic bags
the birds are fallin
high on petrol gas
I should get away from here
It keeps on rainin' on my sunny days
It's really too much for me
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10. |
Grand Marnier
03:02
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Gonna tell you what I done:
I killed my baby with a gun
'cause she told me "you ain't enough",
yeah, I killed her with a gun...
I gave that bitch diamonds and gold
but she told me "you're too small"
so I stuck my gun down her throat,
I killed my baby, I told you so...
I killed my baby with my gun
but someone heard,
they heard the shot,
their hearts has stopped,
they called the cops
And I was drinkin' grand marnier
When I was caught
Now my back is full of pain
in this dirty county jail,
in here there's no bitches around
and I'm the one who shot one down
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11. |
The Beatles
02:20
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Beatles are the most overrated band ever,
they wrote awful songs, their voices gimme headaches,
i said, hell, I know you all appreciate those bad players
but I tell you all their voices gimme headaches, so
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
Can’t stand none of their songs
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
Obladi-oblada, they suck
Beatles are the most overrated band ever
and I wipe my ass with their fuckin sgt. pepper,
Beatles are the most overrated band ever,
they had paul replaced but still they gimme headaches, so
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
I fuckin' hate yoko and john
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
Ringo can't play the drums
Hear them without earmuffs, said James Bond,
it’s just like drinkin’ hot-Dom!
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
I can't stand none of their songs
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
Let me be if i say they suck
(we fuckin' hate the beatles
)I can't stand no twist&shou
t(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
What is there to shout about?
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
They made them fucking kinghts
(we fuckin' hate the beatles)
When nothing they have done is right!
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12. |
Trained Wild Animals
04:25
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This last song is for all those girls
stayin' on the dance-floor
actin' and lookin' at the guys
like there's something they're searching for
They come to you, they wanna make you dance,
they let you touch their body and squeeze their ass,
feel like the king of the jungle but you're just
a trained wild animal
They will keep on playin' with you
and you truly believe in what they are sayin’,
as an asshole you really trust them,
provin' that you're just a trained wild animal
This last song is for all those girls
stayin on the dancefloor,
they let you smell it and you believe you can have
their sweet thing,
but at the end of the night they will look at you
with a smile on their faces they will say you:
you will not have that sweet thing,
you trained wild animal
They will keep on playin' with you
and you truly believe in what they are sayin’,
as an asshole you really trust them,
provin' that you're just a trained wild animal
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