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See the sun rise so loud
This whole town gets drowned out
Sky-writing with the sweep of a flashlight
I′m driving over that way
Some pot of gold, it′s just a carpeting store on opening day

See the moon rise so slow and shallow
It burns halos in my eyes
It′s harder to swallow
It′s harder to breathe
So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe

@ Liz Phair

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It′s an animal girl, and it′s lying on the beach
It′s ass can surf in the sand while it′s head′s asleep
It′s fingers roll a reefer cigarette
It′s skin can decompose beneath the sweat
I know all I need to know
I know how much girl to go

Drinking iced scotch and soda
I proclaim the ocean like a Coppertone baby
Wait and see
You don′t know who I am
Fig or tree
Lex or Superman

The owners may dim the lights
The sailors may start to fight back the dinner
They wolfed at the taco joint
But maybe a blue moon will shine in the heart of the hood

It′s an animal girl, and it′s knees are turning black
The spitomatic flips it on it′s back
There′s a gathering crowd of heavy-breasted men
The burn patrol is freaking out again
I know all I need to know

@ Liz Phair

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Baby got goin′ on a southern train, you know
Fired up the pistons driving below
And the whole vibration, seat upholstery
Silky underwear, oh conductor, let′s roll, roll, roll, roll
Let′s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...!

Baby got goin′ but I can′t complain, you know
It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it′s like a
Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor
Let′s throw some metal down, roll, roll, roll, roll

Squeeze her knees underneath a book, you know
A real good shakin′ is all it took
′Cause my baby′s hooked on me, and as you can see
I′m wild about her!

She got goin′ but I can′t complain, you know
It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it′s like a
Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor, let′s roll...
Let′s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...!
Let′s roll

She gets mad when it goes too slow, so I′m beggin′ you man
Keep a shovelin′ that coal and let′s roll!
Let′s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...

@ Liz Phair

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Fire up the batmobile, ′cause I gotta get outta here
I don′t speak the language
And you gave me no real choice
You gave me no real choice
You made me see that my behavior was an opinion

So fire up the batmobile, ′cause I gotta get outta here
It′s the mouth of the gift horse, I know
But I gave it my best shot
I gave it my best shot
I gave you the performance of a lifetime

So I hope you all will see
There just isn′t a place here for me
I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me
I just can′t take any of you seriously
And I can′t keep keeping myself company

Fire up the batmobile, ′cause I gotta get outta here
Big shoulders block the view
You can′t get your money back
You can′t get your money back
You can′t pretend that isolation is the same as privilege

So I hope you all will see
There just isn′t a place here for me
I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me
I just can′t take any of you seriously

@ Liz Phair

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Take one more step and it′s over
Back up slowly inside
Breathe too loud and I′ll kill you
Get down on your knees and beg me
Beg me, beg
Beg me, beg me, beg

Take off all of your clothes
Lie face down on the bed
Move one inch and I′ll shoot you
Make like a woman and beg me
Beg me, beg
I said, beg me, beg me, beg

Every night on TV
I see things that should make me blush
Looks like it′s going to be another open season
Open season on us
Open season, open season on us

It′s the first hot day of the summer
Looks like there′s gonna be thunder
I′ve been sitting here all afternoon
Watching the clouds

You can see the sky from my window
Can feel the wind and smell the rain
And I don′t see what difference it makes

@ Liz Phair

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I′m a big, tall man
I cut the grass
My left eye hurts
I am waiting and reading parts
I can be a complicated communicator

Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Zeus and Athens
Florida driveway
Asphalt and tires
Sand and the beach
Rocker panel
Headlights in the dark
I am drag racing
Drag

Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Fog and the distance beyond it
Boats and the quiet morning noises
I′m walking the shoreline
A beer and a cigarette
A bug with twitching antennae
A button-up short sleeved shirt

Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

I′m a big, tall man
I cut the grass
My left eye hurts
I can be a complicated communicator

Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Yes, I′m careening down / Yes, I′m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good

@ Liz Phair

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I love my bionic eyes
I love my crystal vision
If there′s anybody out there
Baby I′m not gonna miss ′em

I watch the years go by
These are the same old guys I never had any use for
Beyond the feeling of pleasure
Or the thrill of the fight

I scored again last night
I said thanks for the drinks, nice party
Then I turned out the light

I′ve got timing and attitude
That can get to the baddest dude
That′s when I hypnotize them
With my bionic eyes

As I got older I had to step out of the lines
And make up my own mind
As I got light as a feather they got stiff as a board
I can′t feel any more, but I can fake it forever

It′s easy in the beginning
When I can dazzle them
All night
Make ′em do what you wan′ ′em to
Get ′em running after you
It′s just the same old guys
Wearing the same old ties

As I got older I had to step out of the lines
And make up my own mind
As I got light as a feather they got stiff as a board
I can′t feel any more, but I can fake it forever

I love my bionic eyes
I love my bionic eyes
I love my bionic eyes

If there′s a parallel nation
And I′m a secret weapon
Show me a man you cannot break
And I will show you heaven

As I got older I had to step out of the lines
And make up my own mind
As I got light as a feather they got stiff as a board

@ Liz Phair

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Okay, this guy walks into a bar
No, I′m just, I′m just fucking with you, I′m kidding
No, there′s this, this young bull and this old bull
And they′re standing on top of a hill

And I tried to tell you before
That that′s why I left California

So they′re standing on top of this hill, right?
And they′re looking out over a pasture full of cows
Whole fucking pasture
And the young bull turns to the old bull, and he goes,
"I got this really good idea."
And they old bull′s like, "Yeah?"

And I tried to tell you before
That that′s why I left California

"Yeah," he′s like, "yeah, yeah, I got this really good idea.
Let′s run down that hill and fuck one of those cows."
And the old bull just looks at him, you know he′s just looking at him
He′s like, "Look, I got a better idea."
And the young bull′s like, "Oh yeah, what′s your fucking brilliant idea?"
And the old bull goes...

And I tried to tell you before
That that′s why I left California

And the old bull goes, "Let′s walk down that hill and fuck all of those cows, dig?"
You know, like he ain′t been in town long or something, I dunno

And I tried to tell you before

@ Liz Phair

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The things they say are getting harder to take
But I can′t get out of what I′m into
And the jokes they tell are meant to wish me well
But I can′t get out of what I′m into
′Cause it′s a steady job
And it′s the only thing that makes me money
And it gives me something to laugh about
′Cause my real life ain′t fucking funny
′Cause my real life ain′t fucking funny

The looks they give are starting to make me sick
But I can′t get out of what I′m into
And the lines they try might as well be from a guy
But I can′t get out of what I′m into
′Cause it′s a steady job
And it′s the only thing that makes me money
And it gives me something to cry about
′Cause my real life ain′t fucking funny
′Cause my real life ain′t fucking funny

Ooooh Lord, why have you forsaken me?
Ooooh Lord, why have you forsaken me?

The things I have to do would make a slut blush blue
But I can′t get out of what I′m into
I figure two more years, then I′ll go back to queers
But I can′t get out of what I′m into
′Cause it′s a steady job
And it′s the only thing that makes me money
And it gives me something to laugh about
′Cause my real life ain′t fucking funny

Ooooh Lord, why have you forsaken me?
Ooooh Lord, why have you forsaken me?
Ooooh Lord, ooooh Lord

@ Liz Phair