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Like a big pile of powder,
you got my heart racing.
Like a big line of butter,
my hearts racing.
No function. You don't work at all.
So whatcha been doin,
with all this time?
Circling whores like a john on a race track,
with a bottle of Yukon Jack.
That dinosaur girl has been feeling the effects,
of the wind and the rain,
and her many defects.
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Losers, junkies and Asian Girls go up and down my street,
right through the wet cornflakes to meet each other.
I am usually pretty dumb but I might be on to something
think I'll go cross the way to combine forces.
Looking for death again or some nice young piece of ass.
It don't matter what comes first neither on of them last.
So if you wanna get you some come up and have you a taste.
everybody's goin numb and it such a F*##ing waste.
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Back in the 70's I was born in the backyard.
Moved to the beach found out its all rock stars and retards.
I know my turf aint got much surf but its still a big part
of this history and this lit city that we're all a big part of.
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Its something you pinch like a bowl or an arm,
something you have like a record or charm,
something you strike like a match or a whore,
places you split cuz you've been so long before,
shot out from your mom, something you make
like a threat or a bomb, something you pick like a team or a sore, places you split cuz you've been so long before.
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I've been saying to myself, don't ride that train. You don't like it. And I've been trying to remind myself, self, you are the sheriff of this town, don't let em get you wound up.
On the terrace I will get my start and so will honey. And we don't give a fuck about no art, we just need the money to get high and I, I am the sheriff in case you forgot it, oh yes I am.
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Got your message yesterday,
you ground your teeth but you had nothing to say,
people been talking bout how your flapping tongues' a falling stock, but that's no heavy shock.
The sparks been takin away.
Go try and drink your self to sleep,
go raid the mini-bar at Embassy Suites.
You wouldn't talk about it
you sat alone out in the dark back where your car was parked.
Your sparks been takin away
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All that's been frozen up,
first thaws for you, love,
you got nothin else to cry about.
Everyone's waiting,
for a year in the sun with you,
but number s don't add up,
and you wont get up.
Your friends are so sad.
Everybody's had enough.
But you won't call it off,
you wont even call at all.
Spend a year in the sun, girl.
Your old man tells you so.
Get out while the gettins alright.
Do what you should, ya know?
Let the wind blow it off.
All that 's been covered up,
is unearthed for you, love.
You got nothing left to lie about.
Now we're just wasting,
our years in the sun with you.
Numbers dont add up,
And it wont let up.
Spend a year in the sun...
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NO clue.
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This is the first official Semis album released in 2004. It was done in a haze mostly in Clearwater and recorded in pieces by Billy, Ronnie, and mixed billy and Lemonjello and mastered by Lemonjello.
Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.