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Status: Swinger
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/3/2004
Monday, May 26, 2008 
Track listing:
1. Pack mentality
2. Kick Rocks
3. Fair Weather
4. Don't Ask Don't Tell
5. Brown Bottles
6. I Hate You Tennessee
7. La Matanza
8. Bad 4 Good
9. New Campaign
10. The Clinic






PACK MENTALITY

As we walked in, pushed our way through the crowd, everyone was talking but the music was to loud.

Hey it's your favorite song about how you fell in love and it all went wrong.

(Play that song for me) Just another bad decision you'll made.

(Catch me on TV) When you put your mistakes on display.

THIS IS A PARTY BABY!
So please act accordingly & pass another glance at the center of your attention.

Another chance to be the center of your intention.

SAY THAT YOU WILL FOR TONIGHT

MAKE SURE THE FEELING IS RIGHT &

YOU WONT EVER LOSE SIGHT

DON'T FORGET HOW IT FEELS

(PICK EM' UP PUT EM' DOWN PICK EM' UP AGAIN)

THE PACK HAS CIRCLED AROUND

LEFT OUR SCENT IN THE SOUND &

MADE A MESS OF YOUR TOWN

SO DON'T FORGET HOW IT FEELS.
So brace yourself & forget what you're thinking.

I wont sober up so you better start drinking.

One more, and ill be ready to do anything you wanted to.

THIS IS A PARTY BABY

(we're gonna burn this whole place down)

Here we go again with the same old party

You're bowing out and it's barely even started

In the bathroom floor you're such a light weight

A little bit to drunk for my taste

Oh dear god do I have to hold your hair back

Always picking up the slack

Wipe the rest from your face

It's kinda funny how we'll end up in the same place.

(LOOK AT ME NOW)






KICK ROCKS(home is where the heart is)

So I took a deep breath and began to retrace my steps back to where it started.

So unfortunate you couldn't understand, but it left no choice so this is where we parted.

So if it's what you want,

It's not just a want it's now a desperate need.

You would claw out both my eyes to finally make me see it your way.

THERE'S NO NEED, SWEET PEA YOU DON'T HAVE TO PROVE THEM WRONG!

You swore you wouldn't speak, but all I hear now is your voice.

Well it made my knees both weak to know that I had no other choice.

So my hands they start to shake and I fear the worst has yet to come,

So never mind mistakes we've made let's sit and watch it come undone.

So you push away & I still give chase. So what wires did we get crossed?

What exactly did you say because it all meant just the same to the drunk and lonely hearts that bear your name…

(They bear your name)


You would break both my legs just to have me on my knees for good.

You know you would, I know you could.

(AND I KNOW WHOS TAKING YOU HOME)

Well it's not about trust (it never is).

It's about the lack there-of ,

and it's not about truth.

It's an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth..

So don't walk away and act so innocent, I can see that you're not as clean as you lead on.

So wash your hands of me. You're hurt and diseased and maybe leave me some room to breathe, if you can't trust anyone beside yourself…

(if you can't trust anyone)

IF YOU CANT TRUST ME THEN YOU CANT TRUST YOURSELF…





FAIRWEATHER….

Will you still call me a year there after?

Share in the same cynical laughter?

At the thought of fence riding in fair weather. (you)…

Will you be the judge who judges all the judges & hold a grudge like there was something between us?

Well I guess you'll never see it through……


So tell me that you hate me and you never really needed me.

You'll find those long nights somewhere else.

So tell me that you love me and you'll never ever leave me,

because you can't do this by yourself

MAKE UP YOUR MIND

MAKE UP MY MIND….


Throw the sailor over board and let my body wash ashore because every word that passes those lips is another night spent on a sinking ship.

How does this become about you?

A single shot from a twenty-two is all that you would hear, baby blue….





DON'T ASK DON'T TELL

I took her hand & led her to the bathroom

My intentions fall strangely into place

Two warm bodies in the still of a dark room

The whole party remembered your face

Do you know what you've implied…

By letting me inside?

She said take it slow…this is something I'll probably forget..

But you swore you were just fine

Oh I swear you'll be just fine

Flee the scene don't ask don't tell,

It's one more night of reckless abandon

So baby protect yourself

I BET YOU LOVE, LOVE THE WAY IT FEELS

TO BE BACK AND BLACKED OUT WITH NO WHERE TO GO.

I BET YOU'D TAKE, TAKE EVERYTHING I'D GIVE TO YOU

THEN YOU LASH OUT. IT'S ONE HELL OF A SHOW….

Sell yourself to me

Come on and pitch it darling

Do you know what you've implied…

By letting me inside?

She said close your eyes,

This is something I'll probably regret.

So you swore you were all mine

Well I've learned not to trust lies!

PITCH IT ….PITCH IT TO ME DARLING MAKE ME WANT TO BUY IN

(I'VE LEARNED NOT TO TRUST LIES)





BROWN BOTTLES

You would die just to be poetry (oh so woe is me),

Say C'est la vie to pleasantries they are the best laid plans for tragedies.

You're the queen of a dead scene.

You're the queen of the back seat…

You got you face on TV and the cover of the magazines..

So smile baby, I've got the headache that you gave me & I'm bound and determined to make a woman out of you.

Smile honey, kiss the child for me honey.

One night…one chance …what was I supposed to do..

I'LL BE HOME SOON WITH MORE THAN TIME ON MY HANDS

I WAS READY TO GO BUT YOU WANTED TO DANCE

(you wanted to dance)
A brown bottle serenade to send you quietly to your grave (hey I hope you sleep well).

So I'll say what you would say, all is well for what sells.

You're the queen of the bar scene…

You're the queen of the back seat….

You've got you're face on TV and the cover of the magazines…

I'LL BE HOME SOON WITH MORE THAN TIME ON MY HANDS.





I HATE YOU TENNESSEE

I'm willing to bet that you've got your sights set,

The way that you walk with spring in your step.

Your sense of fashion has made you a whore.

I can tell by the way your make up runs from the heat on the dance floor.

Baby grab your best dancing shoes, we're going out tonight….

I'm willing to bet that you've got your sights set,

You would dive in headfirst before you would get your feet wet.

You swore you wouldn't be any trouble,

But every pass you make is anything but subtle….





LA MATANZA

I see you standing over there alone.

Crying on the telephone.

I'm sure its safe to say you've seen your better days…

You must have heard what everyone said,

But don't you let it go to your head.

The backseat is just a luxury you could not afford.

Because everyone has figured you out…

So think before you open your mouth…

The next words you say could incriminate & leave a chance for them to burn you at the stake.
So sit back and relax, chew up the scenery.

Let the people see what you wanted them to believe.

Because I don't care if you sink or if your ship wrecks,

I will only assume it was because of me…

So don't hold your breath…

(An apology is not something I would expect)

Don't take that step

(Don't cross that line there might not be anything left)

You might lower your standards for a night or two.

Your best excuse is there was nothing left to do.

You were so desperate and dried out that one kiss is all it took to ignite the fuse…
Now that I've got your attention.

With a simple slide of hand and the honest intention to,

To make you fall.

Here's to the idea of living through it all…

SO QUIET NOW…

DON'T SAY A WORD…

This will all be over soon if I don't get my medicine.

Then you can phone the doctor and tell him what a mess I've been….

As you wake up on the bathroom floor nothing could've mattered more than finding your way back home…

So brush your knees and quietly leave, don't promise me you wont promise me anything..

(an apology is not something I would accept) expect…

AN APOLOGY IS NOT SOMETHING I COULD DO.





BAD 4 GOOD
I'm thinking, this poison has got in the best of us both.

Keep drinking, and wake up with someone you hardly even know.

There's a man down, it don't seem as bad as it looks now.

From the outside looking in, give it twelve months and we will fail again.

There's a man down, it don't seem as bad as it looks now.

When the blame then came and called, I'm the one who took the fall…

I'm thinking, you're so easily maneuvered, so trusting it's disgusting.

So keep sleeping, so insignifi(CUNT),

A button or a cuff link.
There's a girl who doesn't know a single thing about this big bad world.

She's running and not coming to her senses.

There's a man who has a good idea.

He knows soon he'll be holding her near.

He's just as cunning as she is defenseless.

I'M THINKING

KEEP SLEEPING….
I knew you would take me home…

Well it never fails.

Ten sheets to the wind.

Hold on we'll be home soon, it's just a few more steps and we can lay down with regrets.

We rest along the bottom the void becomes our own.

All I really want is to be next to you, to go to sleep and wake up in this old familiar room.

We can laugh side by side when we wake up together.

All we need to do is to find your place, make stale conversation and then I kiss your face.

Because when I ask the answer is always never….

THERES A MAN DOWN & DON'T SEEM AS BAD AS IT LOOKS NOW.

FROM THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN,

GIVE IT TWELVE MONTHS AND WE'LL FALL AGAIN.

THERES A MAN DOWN AND IT DON'T SEEM AS BAD AS IT LOOKS NOW.

BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I MISS YOU BOTH I MISS THE MISERY THE MOST…







NEW CAMPAIGN…

Is this what they want?

Just give them what they want.

So sing softly, let the words they need just slide over your lips.

Do you think about it in regards to selfishness…

A NEW MARKET…A MARKETING RACKET…WORN LIKE A PIN ON YOUR NEW DENIM JACKET..I HOPE THE NEXT FRAIL WORDS YOU SPEAK TAKES THE BREATH FROM YOUR LUNGS…
So strut proudly in that dress you wear, you're dressed to kill I swear.

All eyes on you, yeah you turned a head or two.

(with your new campaign)

Now that you've got them talking about the things you say that they just cant live without.

But I know your words are filled with self doubt….

(I SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BRAND NEW YOU)

Get in line for the new fall fashion

You'll try to hate but you'll buy in anyways

Bled dry of every drop of compassion

You look smashing but you have nothing to say…

Dig a grave for the latest fashion.

Set aside some time to watch it die.

I always knew you were absent of passion.

Live the lie!

(LIVE THE LIE)
I HOPE YOUR PURCHASE WAS WORTH IT.

FOLLOW THE MASSES THAT'S WHERE THE CASH IS.

SO SHE SANG.





THE CLINIC

(Leave your clothes by the door)

Leave town in your favorite t-shirt.

Shake hands with the mess you've made.

Sugar blow a kiss to your pseudo boy friend & play suitor to a shallow grave….
KEEP THEM WANTING MORE
Pull punches for a chance to save.

face to face we watched you cave in under pressure, out on the stretcher.

Oh baby baby, be very afraid.

You can tip toe through the broken glass and disrepair.

The frail convulsive…self destructive…a badge of honor you would love to wear.

Lose your good name make a promise filled with regret,

(THIS TIME YOU'VE FIGURED ME OUT!)

Ask about us when the wound stops bleeding.

Piece together every moment astray,

a cold conclusion to the rest of your evening.

Oh baby baby, you need it this way…

WAKE UP AND LOOK AT WHAT(WHO) YOU'VE DONE

Keep the cadence of a silent movie.

March forward never saying a word.

It doesn't mater if your friends believe me,

Took what I wanted and nothing more….

ARE YOU COMING HOME WITH ME?

YEAH YOU NEED IT THIS WAY…
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Connor Welsh

 
yeeeeeeah!
 
Posted by Connor Hardly Uses Myspace Anymore: Add Me On FB on Monday, May 26, 2008 - 4:27 PM
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Jesse Major Isn't A Big Deal

 
Amazing Lyrics.
 
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Fredcore (BBB-FRI)
Fred Weaver

 
I just want to put this out there for all to know...i knew the lyrics already.

and I'm going to buy Graham and Nate a goat...named Ulysses L. Dikferbrains.

be checking the mail tricks
 
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Richarrd .

 
I knew the lyrics too. Fur sicher, du weisst.
 
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Raddd Rachel

 
Incredible :)
 
Posted by Raddd Rachel on Monday, May 26, 2008 - 6:11 PM
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Krista patton

 
This CD is bombbb man.

 
Posted by Lady Krista! ♫ on Monday, May 26, 2008 - 8:27 PM
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Yung Jeezy

 
I want it so bad. D:
 
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Seriously, can we just make a petition to stop you guys from breaking up?
 
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Nablith
Richarrd .

 
Greetings.

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Cheshire Cat
Mark Patterson

 
whats I hate Tennessee really about?
 
Posted by Cheshire Cat on Tuesday, May 27, 2008 - 6:21 PM
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Captain Jackk

 
yuh, thank god.

play one more show.
at the marquis. kgo
 
Posted by Captain Jackk on Friday, May 30, 2008 - 5:55 PM
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☮AK-ZØMBiiE™

 
I wish I could give you guys more kudos.


I seriously think you guys are freaking awesome.

and I hate that the band is dead.
Well.....figuratively speaking, that is.





comeback.
-zombie
 
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Connor Welsh

 
Grace Gale is the tits. They should come back.
 
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