Sell-Out

Though It's You Selling Big Mac Queens

You Wish It Was Surf Boards

Made From Used Tree Bark

You've Changed Man

You've Changed

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The Wait

You're Nearing Chapter's End

And There's Nobody's Bated Breath 

Flowing Out On The Back Of My Neck

So You Just Await Your Starters Orders

But The Rabbit Ain't On Track Over Here

But Still Sing Home Town Slang Over Guitar Strums

And It Will Come

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Night Times

Famous Times Square
A Fuckin' Fun-fair
Buy My CD
I Rappin' With Flare

This Night Is Day
Came Every Which Way
Spend Some Your Money
For The Week Stay

I Know My Rights
Breaking Red Lights
Hold Up The City
On Sticky White Nights

They Standing Straight
Watching Jail Bait
'Til The Shift's End
Snaps While You Wait

We Want You!
And Your Friend Too
Enlist Here
For Red, White And Blue

The Image Does Fit
One Look Twice Bit
The Centre The World
And This Is It

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Where Your Eyes Can't See

Planes Overhead They Mock Me
Down Here It's "How Are The Yankees?"
"Oh Don't Talk To Me They Are Breaking My Heart"
A Land Founded And Gutted On The Fumes Of Reefer Smoke And Gasoline
Built Like Squares Which Never Leave Your Eyeline
Give Me Water In Which You'll Drown
At Least I Am Closer To Home

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On To The Next One

The Salt Of Earth These Boys
Supplied Fist Bumps And All
Forget Those Sub-Urban Kids
With Strong Southern Drawls

A Boombox For Their Voice
It Rest Upon Ones Shoulders
Mexicans Are Ones To Talk
Rolled Like A Heavy Boulders

Crushed So There's No Climbing
But It Is A Rung-Less Ladder
No Chance Of A Falling
Can't You Hear The Anger

Rustlings Over In Corona
In The Belly Of The Beast
New Cities House Them All
The Homeland Is Deceased

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His Name Is Johnston, He's A Virgo

That Bitch Made Me Stretch My Jumper

If She Weren't A Mongrel I Might've Humped Her

Two Dogs Quarrel As They Wait For The Lift

Stopped By A Porter On A Double Shift

We Are Home Now Get Me Off This Lead

Its Hard To Fight When Its That Hard To Bred

After Strolls Through Park With Vicious Little Pups

Past All The Boys With Their Dollar Cups

Boy Oh Boy It's A Dog's Life Here

I'll Just Shit Now For Park Is Too Near

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Trans-Atlantic, My Least Favorite Word

It's More Than Distance From Your Heart To Your Sleeve

I Should Have Forgot Your Name Just As I Was To Leave

Holding Hands Cross The Ocean To Where I Hide

Yet I Still Wonder What Your Doing As I Lie On The Other Side

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Sub-Race-Way

Old Famous Tubes Filled With Them People Beneath Busy Feet
Along With The Rats
Squared Away Under Flats To Keep Them Off The Street

Black Blocks Blocked Up With The Refuse Of The City
Twisted Peaked Caps
Headphones Who Raps Along With Slang That's So Witty

Brothers Voices Can Carry Through The Next Carriage
But Not Ground Level
The New York Orchestral Is Spoke In More Than One Language

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Risk-less Reward-less

Drunken Hall Passes For Football Captains

Like Pop Princesses Crowning Passions

Hard Hat Areas Roam This Cowboys' Town

Like Crunched Cans That Tumble Down

Songs Repeat Like The Boys Without Risk

Like The Scratches On The Disc

Search For The Meanness Of The Lyrics

Like Bitter Lemon Colored Civics

Love Those Crutches When They Are In Pairs

Like High Heels Negotiate Stairs

Returning Lovers With Backspin And Speed

Like Junkies Over-Fed Greed

Downed Red Bulls That Moan Of Empty Halves

Like Motherless Suckled Calves

Phones Back-Lights Lit The Room's Insides

Like Teeny Bopper Couch Rides

Leaving Stains With The Cheeks Of Their Arse

Like Heart Shaped Wood Carves

Reminders To The Ease And Want Of Touch

Unlike Love It Don't Cost As Much

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Woodlawn Did Us Wrong

A Graveyard For A Lawn
Would Fit Us All In
Keep Us All Together
Every Man Of Every Kin

An Off-Duty Coke Head
Has Been Rolling In My Bed
I Don't Want No Trouble Boys
That Was All He Said

Until Slaps Were Thrown
Now A Boy Is His Own
With A Dozen Cellmates
Until Away Home He's Flown

What's The Boys Problem
All Looking For A Fight
Already Spoken To Cops
And It's Only Gone Midnight

But Ye Tick All The Boxes
Drink And Smoke And Fights
Just Like On Television
Ye Live For Rough Nights

The Boys' Have An Image
Kept From Long Ago
My Father Did Before Me
Need Not Change So

The Boys Who Built This City
They Are From Long Ago
These Ones Live For Mayhem
And Are Reaping What They Sow

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The Pursuit Of Seasickness

Building Never Ends When It's What You Construct
All The Classic Fittings With Rough Edges Tucked
The Streets Are Lyrics To Songs I've Always Heard
Now The Words Are Empty And All Slurred
Been Given The Apple But The Core Is Rotten
Mouthful Of Taste I Wished I Had Forgotten
Notions Of A Home That I Hadn't Yet Seen
Notions Go Home Once You Have Been
The Only Thing Green On These Shores Is Me
Making Up A Living In The Land Of The Free

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Repair

Traveled Far Into The Country
Before It Came To A Stop
We Both Held Our Breath
As It Took The Final Drop
Back At The First Station
Was The Place To Stop
But I Kept Us Going
Until That Final Drop

You Turn Across To Me
And Tell Me Just The Same
"I Knew It All Along"
As You Try Sharing Blame
I'm The One Who's Driving
We Are Not The Same
I Was In Control
So I'm The One To Blame

Nothing There To Fix
But We Still Got Out
Opened Up The Bonnet
To Take A Look About
To Look As If I Knew
I Pulled Parts In And Out
For Awhile You Looked On
As You Waited About

But As The Day Grew On
You Began To Grow Cold
Could Only Say I'm Sorry
"This Car Is Just Too Old"
True It Is My Fault
That The Engines Cold
If We Stay Too Long
We Both Would Grow Old

So You Sleaze Up Your Hand
To Put On Smokeless Parts
You Make Do With Anything
And The Engine Starts
With Promise Of A Journey
The Road Ahead Parts
I'm The First To Break
Your The One Who Starts

I Don't Have A Choice
As I See Tail-Lights
The First I've Ever Seen
After How Many Nights
What To Do But Stare
At Disappearing Lights
Which Dwindle Even More
On Cold Broken Nights

I'm Not Sure What I See
With The Night's End
Can You Leave Behind
And Still Be A Friend
There Was Always Nothing
But For This To End
Soon You Will Be
But An Old Lost Friend

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