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Josie and the pussy cats Josie and the Pussycats.
Long tails and ears for hats.
Guitars and marshall stats.
hot, sweet and super cool
dont you know these kitties rule
(hurry, hurry)
we've been going over the master plan
driving in a custom platered van
paracticing for hours dont you know
that soon nomatter where you go
we'll be on your radio
Josie and the Pussycats.
hot lips dont give me that
stone foxes thats a fact
Josie and the pussy cats
even though we are playing in a garage
soon we'll have a massive enterage
going triple platium
you just watch us
clibing up the billbored charts
breaking records breaking hearts
(Chrous)
Josie & the Pussycats.
Josie & the Pussyca-haaaats-yeah Lit My Own Worst enemy
Can we forget about the thinks I said when I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you're gone
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cuz every now and then I kick the living sh*t out of me
The smoke alarm is going off and there's a cigarette
Still burning
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cuz every now and then I kick the living sh*t out of me
Can we forget about the the things I said when I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
Miserable
You make me come
You make me comeplete
You make me comepletely miserable
Stuck to a chair
Watchin' this
Story about me
Everything goes by so fast
Making my head spin
Used up all my friends
But who needs them
When you mean everything
I love things that we should fear
I'm not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
Nothing to share
Why should I
Care if you're near me
Give up all my plans
But who needs them
When you mean everything
I love the things that we should fear
I'm not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
You make me come
You make me complete
You make me completely miserable
I love the things that we should fear
I'm not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
You make me come
You make me comeplete
You make me comepletely miserable
Zip-Lock
I've been stealing
Time where I can get it from
I've been losing
Grip on what I used to hold
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me
I've been watching you
Sleeping with a troubled look
I'm sure your bad dreams
Are probably all about me
And better off without me
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me
Nirvana Smells LIke Teen Spirt
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
hello, hello, hello, how low?
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay, a denial
Sum 41 MAkes No Differnce
You're running fast and missing but cannot help
convincing.
The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin.
It's not meant to hurt you but let me assure,
It's not what I said but intentions you've read.
So when you hold onto the past then you
Will break down what little is left.
There's nothing more you can't ignore,
And say it makes no difference to me.
Now that you're older life's weighing on your
shoulders.
You can't seem to keep things so perfectly straight.
With most things so basic you might as well face it.
You can't help but worry it's all just begun
(chrous)
It makes no difference,
It makes no difference to me,
It makes no difference,
It makes no difference to me
Summer
It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.
Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but I'm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know they're not.
You can't let it go,
Whoa.
You can't but I know.
Whoa, Whoa you don't even know.
[Chorus]
It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
A million questions asked, the remnants of the past.
You've always been denied, but always by your side.
I've always tried to, to understand you,
the worlds not learning from you.
Whoa. Whoa.
Fat Lip
Storming through the party like my name was El ninio
When I'm handgun out drinking in the back of an El camino
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party cause no body came.
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to.
attention that we crave don't tell us to behave,
I'm sick of always hearing act your age.
I don't want to waste my time
become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Because you don't
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.
But what would you expect with a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets it's how we were raised.
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.
(chrous)
Don't count on me, to let you know when.
Don't count on me, I'll do it again.
Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing.
Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening.
Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothing.
You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin.
But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing.
Then if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook,
You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book.
I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion.
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.
(chrous)
Waste my time with them
Casualty of society.
Waste my time again,
Victim of your conformity
And back down.
Silverchair
Year 2000
We are the youth
We'll take your fascism away
We are the youth
Apologise for another day
We are the youth
And politicians are so sure
We are the youth
And we are knocking at your door
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We'll make it up to you
in the year 2000 with...
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we won't want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We'll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
World who cares at all
We'll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up to you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you
Ana's Song
Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Imagine a pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the filth
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an Anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Miss You Love
Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm suppose to say
but I'm not, not sure
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
And I miss you love
Make room for the prey
'Cause I'm coming in
With what I wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but...
but I'm not, not sure
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you love
I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back and
It's just a fad
Part of teenage angst brigade and
I'm not, not sure
Not too sure how it feels
To handle it everyday
Like the one that just past
in the crowds of all the people
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you love
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you love
I love the way you love
But i hate the way
I'm suppose to love you back
OffSpring Pretty Fly (for a white guy)Give it to me baby uhuh uhuh - 3 times
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on ricki lake
The world needs wannabe's
So do that brand new thing
The kids arent all right
When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighbourhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighbourhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon od'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruellest dream, reality
Shes Got Issues
I'm seeing this girl and she just might be out of her mind
Well she's got baggage and it's all the emotional kind
She talks about closure and that validation bit
I don't mean to be insensitive, but I really hate that shit
Oh man she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
She thinks she's the victim
Yeah
Now I know she'll feel abandoned
If I don't stay over late
And I know she's afraid to commit
But it's only our second date
Oh man she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
She thinks she's the victim
But she takes it all out on me
I don't know why you're messed up
I don't know why your whole life is a chore
Just do me a favor
And check your baggage at the door
Now she talks about her ex nonstop, but I don't mind
But when she calls out his name in bed
That's where I draw the line
You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone
But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy
When we're gettin' it on
Oh man she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
She's playing the victim
And taking it all out on me
My god she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
If you think I'm controlling
Then why do you follow me around
If you're not co-dependent
Then why do you let others drag you down
I don't know why you're messed up
I don't know why your whole life is a chore
Just do me a favor
And check your baggage at the door
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