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monkey machine
02:59
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I'm likin your design, I'm likin where this is going
Somewhere outside, the rubber meets the road and we're rollin
Firebird or red pony, in 68 you were just a baby
With a good head start on peelin' out
Smoke and dust behind you now
I think you're onto something
Your monkey machine is running
And it's all fun until everything ends
Top of the hill this morning, the quarter mile there before you
The redeye's waiting and they left the gate open again
We got a good head start on peelin' out
They'll be eatin' that dust behind us now
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broken brains
03:37
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BROKEN BRAINS
Bury the hatchet right now
Through the thick and the thin
Cause the moments of candor
Are few and far between
Rumours have it that I'm gettin' dull
I should be more forward thinking
This ol' world is getting smaller
And harder to see
I was hangin' it out 'cause that's what I do in the morning
I was thinkin' aloud, we got the power, we are livin' in the golden age
Of the broken brains
oh, I like to go bump in the night
I'm sure that you know
You don't need an explanation
And it never gets old
I saw your band down at the Railway Club
It was hot and deranged
I lost my luggage at Waterfront
I woke up on the train
Grandpappy's in the city tonight
He took it down to momma, she said it was alright,
Those wheels been a-squealin' since the start of all time
So hit, so hit,
Baby, baby look alive
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sure thing
03:38
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There was a girl down a dirt road party, there was a band and we danced right until morning
But we didn't hold on, we didn't know how, the autumn came along and I was heading out of town
Back on the horse, chasin' that sunset down
workin a lifetime, try to earn a dollar, I did ok, I bought some pretty flowers for a girl by the sea
She turned her pretty head to me she said
I don't really know you for sure
I said, cmon girl, what are you waiting for
You just never know how it'll be ya
There was a time that you were into me
I'm a-keep on tryin' you again
I thought I saw a for sure thing
Just like every hooker's got a hard luck story to tell
Somewhere between death and taxes, that's where I dwell
It's a sure thing, yknow I've never see a junkie that couldn't lie
And it can't always be rainbows and butterflies
You just never know, how it'll go, after the rain
Seein' someone risin' on the wind
I thought I saw a sure thing
Cmon now, what are you waiting for
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Always seems to be something within in an inch of your life
Getting closer to expiring, you know you're best before your time
Everybody wants to get away
We'll find ourselves the perfect place
To meet again
So here's a toast to you and me
Sailing on the shining sea
High and low and wide,looking to find
The islands of blue and green
Wa-hey!
I know the world is big and scary, but is it really necessary to be mean?
There's no accounting for some people. Parading in the rain is not my scene
And everybody wants to get away
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north america part II
03:17
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There's laundry on the lawn, it wasn't there this morning
Whites are mixed with blacks and blue, and I know that they belong to you
Cause you told me once a trick for keepin' track
One colour to the front, the other to the back
Well, I never thought I'd live the day I'd learn those shades might never fade
It should be strictly need to know, but I can't unsee it, it's leavin' me cold
Whenever things get confusin' and out of whack, just remember
One colour to the front, the other to the back
Gotta keep it simple, keep it cool
Pants first, then your shoes like you're supposed to do
Don't dump where you eat, don't leak on the seat
And in the morning you can sip on Baby Duck and Sunny D
So please don't wake me up tonight if you and your cousin are gonna fight
I want to get back to my pleasant dream, the one where you're far away from me
Saluting with pride your double-sided flag
One colour to the front, the other to the back
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north america part I
05:23
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Go to sleep, mess up your hair, have a dream with everyone there
Wake up shaking in sweat, nightmare play fair not one bit
Brush your teeth like a billionaire, it trickles down to who knows where
Right on time with seconds to spare, they say they will but they won't be there
All that glitter that you're seeing, it might be born out of someone else's suffering
All the shiny things you need, all the money to end that greed, everything you could ever eat, it's right there right out on the street yeah
Long live North America
Put a snorkel on your 4x4
Drive it in deep, into the water
You'll be OK if you don't hit the bottom
It was a long, long day and nobody cared, there's a band at the bar and nobody there
Yeah, every night is the same, it's a dirty job makin' it rain
You lost your shirt in Vegas, yeah, you ate your hat and nobody cared
Jesus saves in Tennessee, on his way to Nashville, on his knees
Long live North America
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dog's life
03:16
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Days are getting shorter, but this rock's still warm
You know I'd love for you to prove me wrong
This coming winter might just be no winter at all
Could be the time to move along
But the sun is beatin' down, and all you want to do is lay there
The sun is beatin' down, and it's a dog's life today
Try to make a little hay, getting blood from a stone
This place, it's a dry as a bone
Your horse is in the shade 'cause she's afraid of the sky
And the crows are waiting for her eyes
The sun is beatin' down, down, down
You just lay around
And it's a dog's life today
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kickin' tires
04:16
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I was driving around and something did not sound right
There was smoke in the mirror and a wobbling to the right
And there's a hard sell going on
Have you ever had the feelin that you've heard enough lines
And you've had enough of kickin' tires
You gotta hammer on the brakes to put the heat on the pads
There's a shimmy in the wheel and you feel like your being had
And the hard sell is going on
Have you ever had the feeling that it's all a pack of lies
And you've had enough of kickin' tires
Because she might look right in the rain
And sweet in the dark
But I'm not buyin'
She might be made for the race
And quick off the mark
But I'm not buyin' that ride
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cougar annie
05:48
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COUGAR ANNIE
Cougar Annie's got a fence to fix, she don't waste time
Cougar Annie's got bears to shoo on the property line
Cougar Annie some say she's a witch, and she'll never die
Attending to slaughter with the flick of a wrist and a steely eye
And if you think you're gonna be her man, you best be sure you fully understand
That your love and your money's not part of the plan
Because with Annie, you'll sink or you'll swim
Cougar Annie lives across the bay on the Clayoquot coast
She dug a grave for Willie Rae, he was the first
Chasing the fish around Boat Basin
That's the kind of life you'll be facin'
Cougar Annie's got land to till, livestock to mind
Cougar Annie's got cats to kill on the property line
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