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Hoop Earrings
03:59
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I saw you wearing that long black pencil skirt
And I saw every time you tossed that perfectly ratty hair
Smiling at me sidelong
Flashing them canines and
Cracking that tongue like a bullwhip
But ooh ya gotta take a number
ooh ya gotta take a number
ooh ya gotta take a number if ya wanna be served
(x2)
Yeah I saw you leafing through Lolita
And I saw you looking at me over them fake glasses
Doe-eyed and hungry
Licking them blood red lips
And you saw every time that I flipped my perfectly ratty hair
Yeah
And I saw you wearing them hoop earrings
Yeah I saw you wearing them big old hoop earrings
I saw you wearing them hoop earrings
I saw you wearing them hoop earrings
I saw you wearing them hoop earrings that night
Ooh ya gotta take a number
ooh ya gotta take a number
ooh ya gotta take a number if ya wanna be served
(x2)
Oooooooooooh yeah
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2. |
Big Red Rooster
04:15
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I got a big red rooster
Ya know he thinks he's quite a sight
Crows all in the morning
And he crows all damn night
(x2)
Sitting pretty on a fence post
Soaking up the sunlight
Getting ruffled in the hen house
Ya know and then he take flight
Because I got a big red rooster
Ya know he thinks he's quite a sight
Crows all in the morning
And he crows all damn night
Come on
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do Cock
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do Cock
(x2)
I got a big red rooster
Getting redder all the time
Just pecking at the eyeballs
Making the whole world blind
Cuz I got a big red rooster
Ya know he thinks he's quite a sight
Crows all in the morning
And he crows all damn night
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do Cock
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do
Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do Cock
(x2)
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3. |
She Plays the Part
06:27
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She sits alone in a cubicle
The smiles of a half-broken family on her desk
While she waits on her mid-day Cabernets
To whisk her away
And she says "babe I'm drowning
Got no bread for bread for the kids table"
But he wants the world to live by
His personal fairy tale
So she plays the part
And she falls apart for him
So she plays the part
And she falls apart for him
For him
He sits alone in his studio
A pile of half finished paintings in the corner
While he waits on his Mona Lisa to save him
And bathe him in praise and accolades
And she says "babe I'm drowning
Got no bread for bread for the kids table"
But he wants the world to live by
His personal fairy tale
So she plays the part
And she falls apart for him
So she plays the part
And she falls apart for him
For him
And she says "babe I'm drowning
Got no bread for bread for the kids table"
But he wants the world to live by
His personal fairy tale
So she plays the part
And she falls apart for him
So she plays the part
And she falls apart for him
For him
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4. |
A Heart that Roams
04:36
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I could never keep you
Even if I tried
Guess I'm just a coward
Born to run and hide
And I can hear you calling me back home
In that tone
But it ain't no use trying to satisfy
A heart that roams
I could say I'm sorry
You could say it's fine
But would you hold me quite so tight
If we had back that time
And I can hear a queen crying all alone
On her throne
But it ain't no use trying to satisfy
A heart that roams
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Napalm Blonde
03:04
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Down in Mississippi there's a hot struttin' missy
Wearin' knee high boots and rattlesnake heels
Red nails on a chalkboard song
Napalm Blonde
Tongue like a lizard long legs like scissors
Got a vice grip ice pick hair like a blizzard
Red nails on a chalkboard song
Napalm Blonde
Gnarly on a Harley at the Fishbone Bar
She's a bruisin' mother burnin' rubber makin' all the boys shudder
Red nails on a chalkboard song
Napalm Blonde
She's an ink black widow, a burnout skid
oh I want her so bad but I'm never gonna get her
Red nails on a chalkboard song
Napalm Blonde
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6. |
Western Hospitality
04:40
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Lonesome wanderer
Have a drink on me
Stay awhile now
Take all that you need
Your belly's empty
I'm a gracious host
Eat your fill now
Till you are tired and slow
I watch you sleeping
Blissful and serene
A loyal subject
To share this joy with me
Read the paper
We made the front page
The scene is setting
On this unlikely stage
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7. |
My Keeper
04:32
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I
won't run away
I'm here to stay
As long as you'll keep me
Close
And bolt the door
Preserve me in
Your darkest drawer
You burn
Like candle wax
You're serpentined
In reds and blacks
You writhe
Between these sheets
Your bed it sinks
Like wet concrete
An empty sea
A lover's moan
You'll drown us both
So I won't be alone
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8. |
The Rain
04:21
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Have you smelled the rain this morning
Can you feel the moss clinging to the oaks
Weakening the damp bark beneath
Have you smelled the rain this morning
Can you hear the stream mumbling to itself
Alone in the valley below
Have you smelled the rain this morning
does it smell like power and possesion
Are the noble pines still swaying 'gainst the wind
Are the needles green or yellow
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Everybody's doing
I said everybody's doing
Everybody's doing the Cabin Fever
(x2)
You run your fingers through your hair about eight or nine times
You clench your jaw real hard on your teeth and then grind
You bite your nails so close to the quick that they bleed
You start to swear you're getting funny looks from the trees
Everybody's doing
I said everybody's doing
Everybody's doing the Cabin Fever
(x2)
Now you don't want your neighbors to think that you're bat shit
But your tongue starts to itch so bad that you scratch it
And you wave to the chipmunks until they wave back
Then you go out and catch one and have a nice snack
Everybody's doing
I said everybody's doing
Everybody's doing the Cabin Fever
(x2)
(Slide whistle soli)
Everybody's doing
I said everybody's doing
Everybody's doing the Cabin Fever
(x2)
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Gregory Richard Mariposa, California
Music from a four-cornered room in the pines.
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