1. |
Hot Rod Mama
02:54
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she's a hot rod mama
burnin' down the lane
greasin' up those gears
she drives the boys insane insane
hot mama hot
she's a hot rod mama
rev's your engine boy
shinin' up the chrome
her smiles oh so coy so coy
hot mama hot
slow down I wanna drive
go girl wave bye bye bye bye bye
everybody's talking about you
get in your car and go go go go go
hot mama hot
she's a hot rod mama
turnin' heads galore
she drives a '53 Chevy
and all the fellas they want more they want more
hot mama hot mama hot mama
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2. |
High Five
03:05
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you stabbed me in the back
your evil soul's so black
always talkin' smack
with no warning of attack
you sit and smoke your holy crack
I ain't gonna take your flack
you point your finger in my finger in my face
as if I'm some big disgrace
then you turn and we embrace
my rep you did deface
you need a high five in the face
cuz I ain't loser in this race
it's time look in the mirror
you ain't my judge you sinner
so what would J.C. do
would he stick me in a pew
say penance till I'm blue
or would he love me love me do
if ya if ya only knew
what the guy upstairs would do
I guarantee he knows my name
wants to bless me all the same
you should feel the shame
your holy crack pipe is to blame
your stupid rules are so lame
cuz in my heart there burns a flame
it's time look in the mirror
you ain't my judge you sinner
you see my life through painted glass
motivations can't be photographed
black and white is a dream
cuz my life bleeds
it's time look in the mirror
you ain't my judge you sinner
it's time look in the mirror yeah
you ain't my judge you sinner
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3. |
The Mark
02:24
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blindness all around
can't see through the dark
blind eyes breeding guilt
the gambler missed the mark
missed the mark
missed the mark
he missed the mark
which way should he go
memories pull him back
freedom eludes
and once again he missed the mark
missed the mark
missed the mark
he missed the mark
then she walked in
his bright and shining star
his heart leapt in his chest
and then he hit the mark
hit the mark
hit the mark
he hit the mark
blindness all around
can't see through the dark
blind eyes breeding guilt
the gambler hit the mark
hit the mark
hit the mark
he hit the mark
he hit the mark
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4. |
Vertigo
02:32
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vertigo vertigo go go go
vertigo vertigo go go go
chase her chase her to the top
the tower it don't stop
don't look down spinnin' round
the tower's spinning round round
whoa yeah
vertigo vertigo go go go
vertigo vertigo go go go
blonde, brunette she can't decide
he really loved her how he tried
she turned him down to the ground
she slapped him down to the ground
whoa yeah
vertigo vertigo go go go
vertigo vertigo go go go
the ground is coming
the ground is coming
the grounds coming
down down down
the grounds coming
the grounds coming
the grounds coming
he's upside down
vertigo vertigo go go go
vertigo vertigo go go go
lies, lies and deception
she tried to trick him got his gun
he found her out said enough
made her pay showed her he's tough
whoa yeah
vertigo vertigo go go go
vertigo vertigo go go go
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5. |
Slicks
03:06
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you wanna you wanna you wanna
you gotta you gotta you gotta
wipe your face you big disgrace
loser in this race
you get the girl mr. slicked back hair
tell your lies cuz you don't care
dirty pistol in the drivers seat
hired gun till the jobs complete
cock her back and pull the trig
slip inside the mags so big
wipe your face you big disgrace
loser in this race
you get the girl mr. slicked back hair
tell your lies cuz you don't care
dirty pistol in the drivers seat
hired gun till the jobs complete
you get the girl mr. slicked back hair
tell your lies cuz you don't care
dirty pistol in the drivers seat
hired gun till the jobs complete
get your gun the smokes all clear
crank the engine bloods all smeared
wipe your face you big disgrace
loser in this race
you get the girl mr. slicked back hair
tell your lies cuz you don't care
dirty pistol in the drivers seat
hired gun till the jobs complete
you get the girl mr. slicked back hair
tell your lies cuz you don't care
dirty pistol in the drivers seat
hired gun till the jobs complete
you wanna you wanna you wanna
you gotta you gotta you gotta
whoa yeah
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6. |
Blackbird
02:44
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you pecked her eyes out
you god damned birds
black beady eyes eyes
makes a girls blood curd
can't run can't hide
little girl
black bird black bird
at sabasta pole
livin' in fear
all day all night
those damned birds perched
on the fence outside
can't run can't hide
little girl
black bird black bird
at sabasta pole
they see all around
in the hearts of your town
peckin' love like a knife
till your dead with no life
the skies are black
it looks like night
locked in their houses
the town folk cry
can't run can't hide
little girl
black bird black bird
at sabasta pole
run children run
or else you die
mama's in the kitchen
makin' black bird pie
can't run can't hide
little girl
black bird black bird
at sabasta pole
black bird black bird
at sabasta pole
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7. |
Wild One
02:39
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he's a real wild one
watch your back
cruisin' down the road
he's the leader of the pack
yeah yeah yeah
jukebox playin'
cycles Ridin'
dirt's a flyin'
mind your biz
and drink your beer
walk that line
don't act so so queer
mind your biz
and drink your beer
walk that line
don't act so so queer
yeah yeah yeah
jukebox playin'
cycles Ridin'
dirt's a flyin'
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
jukebox jukebox playin' yeah
c'mon and catch my jive
don't be a square
the gangs rule the road
livin' life without a care
c'mon and catch my jive
don't be a square
the gangs rule the road
livin' life without a care
yeah yeah yeah
jukebox playin'
cycles Ridin'
dirt's a flyin'
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8. |
Psycho
03:46
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you stole money from the man
get outta town or you'll get slammed
check your mirrors run away
it's in a motel you'll stay
you think you're safe here
but you didn't see mother dear
up on the hill she looks down
at the pretty pretty girl from town
they found you out found you out
so shut your face don't you pout
check the curtains lock the door
the cops are comin' comin' for sure
you think you're safe here
but you didn't see mother dear
up on the hill she looks down
at the pretty pretty girl from town
up on the hill she looks down
at the pretty pretty girl from town
she steps in turns and the water on
knife raised and plummets now your gone
don't slip don't slip don't you slip
it's too late too late time to RIP
up on the hill she looks down
at the pretty pretty girl from town
up on the hill she looks down
at the pretty pretty girl from town
he cut you up cuz mama said
she smiles big cuz your dead
was it worth it you paid the price
I think I think you would think twice
you think you're safe here
but you didn't see mother dear
up on the hill she looks down
at the pretty pretty girl from town
psycho psycho psycho
psycho psycho psycho
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Ponyboy Mpls Minneapolis, Minnesota
Ponyboy, a garage punk rock band formed in 2010 is fronted by the soulful vocals of Leilani Christopherson, Matt Terry on bass and vocals, Aric Christopherson on vocals and electric guitar and Drew Christopherson on drums. New CD recorded in 2012 available on bandcamp. ... more
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