1. |
Dance! Dance! Dance!
03:35
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she’s got the look you’re looking for
body so bomb could start a war
she shakes her ass, you’ve lost control
but her interest in you -- minimal
dirty visions, your regrets
smell like sweat and cigarettes
self-important, self-assured
you’re hanging on her every word
she’s so pretty, she’s so famous
she’s so artsy, it’s contagious!
she’s conquered all this city’s scenes
and been in all the magazines
brooklyn party, on the list
she’s got you at her fingertips
fishnet stockings, sexy hair
you’re not going anywhere
does she dig you? all depends...
work the room, talk to her friends
what’s her deal? who’s she dating?
suck it up, no use in waiting
yeah! yeah yeah.
dance dance dance
don’t blow it now you’ll never have a second chance
if you wanna know her, then you better show her
you can dance, motherfucker, dance
if you wanna get her, you better impress her
dance dance dance
you watch as she cuts up the floor
couldn’t ask for, expect perhaps another drink
just to make you think she’s remotely interested in you
but you know that’s she’s not, you know she’s too hot
so don’t be a chump, come on baby rip it up!
yeah!
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2. |
My Thoughts are a Gas
02:23
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GBV
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3. |
The Next Generation
02:43
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we're the next generation
of a wayward nation,
but we've got nothing to say.
we are the piss ants, the minions
the bottom rung of society
let's leave the politics to the robots
I have the choice
to use my voice
but there was something on t.v.
apathy and ignorance are not one in the same
I'd rather be the jester than the king
I wish I was a character in a video game
at least that way I'd have control
we're the next generation
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4. |
HFS!
01:28
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I tried making the scene on the Bowery
but I was just a silhouette
When she's around, she draws a crowd
just to light her cigarette
Her cherry lips cause hearts to skip a beat
in every hipster boy she meets
She was slingin' suds at the corner pub
on Second and Avenue A (okay!)
Eyes so green and ripped blue jeans
had me going out of my way
To make small talk, ask her on a walk
and sweep her off her six inch pumps.
Oh crap, holy crap...
Holy smoking crap
I can't believe I'm making out with you
Tonight.
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5. |
Con Artist
04:18
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She’s a clever criminal
An anti-hero
A temptress; a disaster in disguise
I had a taste for deviance
The result of obedience
but she had me figured out
I’d defend her honor
and bleed all over her
a sacrifice that wouldn’t mean a thing
She’s a cynical savior
of erratic behavior
At her best when her back's against the wall
I'm losing control
Playing by the rules
anarchy prevails
I guess it always will
There's no guarantee
when you bite the hand that feeds
They'll never take her alive
She’s a con-artist
but I know who she really is...
She’s a clever criminal
An anti-hero
A martyr for the socially obsessed
We’re defenseless
the whole world is against us
but I just want to make it stop
I’m losing control
playing all these roles
anarchy prevails
and I guess it always will
There’s no guarantee
that this was meant for me
You’ll never take her alive
but I’ll be the first to step in line
I'm losing control
Playing by the rules
anarchy prevails
I guess it always will
There's no guarantee
when you bite the hand that feeds
They'll never take her alive
She’s a con-artist
but I know who...
but I know who she really is...
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6. |
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she’s got the look you’re looking for
body so bomb could start a war
she shakes her ass, you’ve lost control
but her interest in you -- minimal
dirty visions, your regrets
smell like sweat and cigarettes
self-important, self-assured
you’re hanging on her every word
she’s so pretty, she’s so famous
she’s so artsy, it’s contagious!
she’s conquered all this city’s scenes
and been in all the magazines
brooklyn party, on the list
she’s got you at her fingertips
fishnet stockings, sexy hair
you’re not going anywhere
does she dig you? all depends...
work the room, talk to her friends
what’s her deal? who’s she dating?
suck it up, no use in waiting
yeah! yeah yeah.
dance dance dance
don’t blow it now you’ll never have a second chance
if you wanna know her, then you better show her
you can dance, BLEEP, dance
if you wanna get her, you better impress her
dance dance dance
you watch as she cuts up the floor
couldn’t ask for, expect perhaps another drink
just to make you think she’s remotely interested in you
but you know that’s she’s not, you know she’s too hot
so don’t be a chump, come on baby rip it up!
yeah!
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