songs my band made.
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what ever happened to the teenage dream?
surprise, surprise
the boys are home
my gaurdian angel
run down my telephone
the heats on, mister
can't you hear them scream,
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
the curfew comesat the crack of night
the sad old wino
aches to dissapate the fright
the jet jump jiver
speeds past his machine, but
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
a broken god
from a musky world
sweetly mouth touched
him on its spur
his prison guards
were very hard to clean, but
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
do it, do it, do it to me babe
do it to me babe, aha!
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
the wizard of oz,
and the bums and theives
ruled my girl
with tuetonic teeth
but all was lost
when her mouth turned green
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
silver surfer
and the ragged kid
are all sad and rusted
ah, they don't have a gift
believe me Pope Paul,my toes are clean
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
black is black
and white is white
some go to heaven
and some get it night
the bomb was a brute
but his winged screams......
what ever happened to the teenage dream?
yea ... aaaaaaaah
(song ends, turns to justpiano and Marc on guitar)
.....I'm talking teen agey woman,
I'm talking to you
(editor note: to band)
"play them blues to me boy"
"ride it off" -
I can't feel you
I can't feel you
I can't hear you
I can't speak 'cause
Love don't stink
Love don't stink
Love don't stink like that cottage cheese
I hear my god in a coma freeze
I hear my god in a come freeze
Lonely
Lonely
I can't feel you
I can't feel you
I can't hear you
I can't speak
Cause love don't stink
Love don't stink
Love don't stink like that cottage cheese
I hear my god in a coma freeze
I hear my god in a coma freeze
Lonely
Lonely
Lonely, lonely like you.
Thank you -
Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shape shift and trick the past again
I'll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up, everytime, everyone, ooo, pulls away, ooo
From you
Got balls of steel, got an automobile, for a minimum wage
Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outer space
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shape shift and trick the past again
I'll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up, everytime, everyone, ooo, pulls away, oo
Mechanical bull, the number one
You'll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride, pulls away, oooh from you -
Cool. :)
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WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB AND WE'RE HERE TO MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT DEATH AND GET SAD AND STUFF
This is the beginning of the song
I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The creme de la creme, the feminine abyss
N' I'm reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind
My body's stupid, stereo putrid
Spilling out music into raw sewage
Reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind
My threshold
My threshold
Reaching my threshold
I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The creme de la creme, the feminine abyss
'N I'm reachin' my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind
My threshold
I'll explode
Reaching my threshold
Threshold
My threshold
My threshold -
I peeled off my face, I tore up my room
I read my own rights and I filled them with glue
I turned the commercial into a creepshow
I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-glo
It's summertime
And it's that time
To strut and strum
I'm gonna strut strut strut
I'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brain
Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave
I'm wearing myself inside out
And I'm wearing my welcome inside out
It's summertime
And it's that time
To strut my stuff
Woo
People getting touchy when I touch my thighs
And take a vacation under friendly skies
With my peacock heart, I want to grunt and groan
Cut and paste all I've ever known
It's summertime
And it's that time
To strut and strum
I'm gonna strut my stuff
Oh oh oh oh oh
With my peacock hands and my tangerine skulls
And my grizzly bear face and my voice from Target
Summertime
Gonna strut my stuff
I'm gonna strut strut
Going backwards in time
With my questionable eyes
And I'm drinking my grave
And I stood on my face -
LOL
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i love these. ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA!
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WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB AND WE'RE HERE TO MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT DEATH AND GET SAD AND STUFF
SCOTT PILGRIM FTW.
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