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Mechanical Kid (2003)
Prize-Winning Baby
They're selling something.
This is a market.
They've got their token.
She's on unemployment.
Don't cross the line between where we stand.
Stay in your place, I'll stay in mine.
You're a baby and I'm a man.
I changed the fixtures.
I broke the bottles.
My sweat is dripping onto the carpet.
Living it up, living a lie, I'm living it up again.
Living it up, living a lie, I'm living it up again.
She's on the stage now, with her guitar in her hand.
She's all the rage now.
She's breaking all her strings.
"Look at us! Look at us! Look at us! We're really changing things here."
I'll stand in the front while you stand in the back.
And I give this three months, I predict.
Your two months are over.
Look at your pretty fingers.
Look at your pretty hands, yeah.
You're bleeding all over my carpet.
Don't you know? Don't you know? Don't you know?
You can't change the way things go.
Don't you know? Don't you know? Don't you know?
This is a rock n' roll show.
You look just like a collector's doll.
The bib around your neck - it doesn't speak to me at all.
"Ok, Ok, Ok," I said.
"Can this please end? Can this please end?"
"Ok, Ok, Ok," I said.
"Can this please end? Can this please end?"
"Ok, Ok, Ok," I said.
"Can this please end? Can this please end?"
"Ok, Ok, fake out," I said.
"Can this please end?"
It's Fun To Run (Homeless Chic)
I'm begging you, please don't slam the door.
I'm begging you Mr. Whoever-You-Are.
There's a paper cup in my pocket.
I'm doing tricks for money.
I'm begging you for a nickel or two.
I'm having fun.
I'm making new friends.
But there's a time when I've gotta go back again.
I'll make it out here on the streets, even if it's just for a few weeks.
I look so cute and I know you're looking at me.
How many of them got exactly what they want?
It wasn't at the carnival.
It was on the merry-go-round.
There's my face on the milk carton, they came for me.
There's my face up on the billboard, they came for me.
But I swear, I'm not going anywhere.
This place is nice.
I'm so dangerous.
The streetlights and the sidewalks were made for us.
I've got my dogs and my scraps, and I now I'm never going back.
The weight of every world just makes me wanna collapse.
It was Tuesday, I turned seventeen.
My friends back home were out and looking all over for me.
All I've got is their picture in my pocket.
All I've got are some charms in my locket.
I look so good and my hair is so dirty.
How many of them got exactly what they want?
It wasn't at the carnival.
It was at the fifty-cents-a-pop.
There's my face on the milk carton, they came for me.
There's my face up in the newspaper, they came for me.
But I swear, I'm not going anywhere.
Bone Collectors Convention
Don't get me wrong,
I had a good time with you and you friends, they are so nice.
We rode our bikes up north, it turned to ice,
and I saw something in the road.
Don't get me wrong,
I had a good time with you and your friends they are so wise.
Don't get me wrong,
I had a good time with you and your friends, they are so kind.
(The streets were paved with my blood.
The cars were fueled with you guts.
I started disappearing.
You asked how I was feeling.)
I let my stomach settle.
I traded skin for metal.
I wanted to be a rebel, but this city is too cold.
When they come, you'll know.
You'll be screaming for your mother.
But remember baby, you're a martyr.
Or did I mean a monster?
This is happening.
You can't stop it stop it.
This is happening.
We get nervous-nervous.
We get nervous.
Don't get me wrong,
I am ready to say goodbye to my teen angst today.
And don't get me wrong,
I took note of your shelf – the books all about transcending death.
Don't get me wrong,
I am ready to say goodbye to my wallet today.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm enjoying my life, it's just that I'd rather not be alive.
(We watched it from our window.
The place in the sky where a hole burned.
Fifteen minutes without interruption.
I reclaimed my seduction.)
I was taken hostage by a community of convicts.
They shave the hair from their bodies.
Their faces are slowly rotting.
Employees who shoplift.
Sacrilegious monks and prophets.
I'm chilling with abortion doctors, bastard children, and their mothers.
This is happening.
You can't stop it stop it.
This is happening.
We get nervous-nervous.
I shit my trousers.
I made friends with cowards.
I said, "Baby, it ain't our problem..."
We dreamed our band would make it.
No one appreciates it.
But they'll all love our music when we're dead.
Don't get me wrong,
I had a good time with you and your friends, they are so nice.
Productive Vampires
How many people do you know who really mean what they say?
I think I knew this girl one time.
I don't know where she went, but I don't care.
I'm liar, I'm a no-good friend, I'm a never-call-you-backer, I'm loner, I'm loser, I'm a shit-talker.
Big shocker.
I'm liar, I'm a loner, I'm shit-talker.
Big shocker.
I'm sorry I'm sorry for the mistakes I made.
I'm sorry I'm sorry for the things I said.
The things I said, well they really stupid, yeah.
I promise that I won't ever say shit like that again.
Holding on longer, longer, longer, longer.
You're feeling fucked up, I can make you feel better, stronger.
I'm a kid with a lot of time to waste.
I'm your friend, I'm your friend.
I'm a Marxist with a bank account.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm a hypocrite, yeah-yeah, so don't hold your breath.
You're a lover, I'm a fighter.
I'm a stay-up-all-nighter, reading books I should have read a month ago.
C'mon, can you make it look better better?
Clean my room, sort my letters by the date and sender.
It's hell, no it's not hell.
It's hell living in the cell.
You call it "home" I call it rooms with doors and white-white walls.
You call me "girl" and I don't know how to say that you're wrong.
You call my name out and you tell me that I'm just your type.
You call my name, you validate, you know I think you're right.
I just wanna touch you, I just wanna touch you.
Big shocker, big shocker, big shocker, big shocker.
I just wanna touch you, I just wanna punch you.
Big shocker, big shocker, big shocker, big shocker.
Not in a movie when I'm walking home from my last class.
Not in the homes with pretty lawns and neutered dogs and cats.
Not on guitars, not on pianos, not on drum machines.
Not in my head, not all pretend, no it's not make believe.
Everything we ever said is gonna be written down.
Everything we ever said is gonna be documented.
Everything we ever said is gonna be written down.
Everything we ever felt is bound to be accessible by law.
Melissa's Song
I would watch them as they took your heart and threw it to the floor.
And the summer isn't over until you are the one that I adore.
But that's not what I want from you. I'm jaded to the bones, the blood, and the guts.
Tell me something, please don't mean it.
I'm leaving here today and I'm never coming back.
And I don't stand a chance in this town of broken hearts, town of broken dreams.
And I don't stand a chance in this where I lost my love of everything.
In my bedroom I can sit there writing songs that I don't care about and songs I wish I never wrote.
In my bedroom and I can sit there writing songs about how I won't ever grow up.
You said you couldn't say goodbye, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stay here anymore.
Say you love me, please don't mean it.
I'm leaving here today and I'm never coming back.
And I don't stand a chance in this place where I grew up, it left me feeling cold.
And I don't stand a chance in this town I know I've gotta leave for sure.
When I was fourteen I would write angry poetry.
It made a lot of sense to me, it made a lot of sense to me.
But now I'm twenty-two and I've got nothing to say to anyone anymore.
What ever happened to the days when punk rock took me by my collar and dragged me to the floor?
Well I suppose that was fine back then, but it doesn't matter anymore.
And I don't stand a chance in this town of broken hearts, town of broken dreams.
And I don't stand a chance in this where I lost my love of everything.
Shy
They were standing across the street.
All the boys laughed at me.
I didn't care, and I wasn't shy.
I yelled at them and they ran away.
I didn't care, and I'm not shy.
Ok, that's a lie.
But I was afraid.
I'm lying.
(1-2-3 I got scared 4-5-6 I don't care.)
Shy baby shy.
It's all mine.
(1-2-3 I got scared 4-5-6 I don't care.)
Shy baby shy.
Angel boys, take it away.
All of the pain that you've caused me.
You're just a fake and I'm not afraid to yell out your name, to sell out your fame.
They were standing across the hall.
I heard whispers in the bathroom stall.
I didn't care, and I didn't cry.
I spit at them right in the face.
I didn't care, and I'm not shy.
Well yeah, that's a lie.
And I am ashamed.
I'm lying.
(1-2-3 I got scared 4-5-6 I don't care.)
Shy baby shy.
It's all mine.
(1-2-3 I got scared 4-5-6 I don't care.)
Shy baby shy.
Devil girls, take me away to a place where I don't care.
You're really scared, and I'm just the same.
I'll yell out your name at the top of my lungs.
Hobby Huntin' Is A Full Time Job
I'm getting sicker by the day, it's making me sick.
I had to drink ten glasses of water just to take down my pills.
It's been a while since I've made the bed.
Actually I haven't gotten out of bed.
Maybe it's about time I started changing that.
But I'm not sure.
I'm getting stupider by the day, but it don't feel wrong.
I'm so boring in every way.
Can't you see that I'm so bored?
I used to make all this art in my room.
I used to write a lot of songs.
I used to kiss you on the lips and tell you I'd always be yours,
but now there's no point.
I'm getting richer by the day, it's making me sick.
I don't know what to do with all this money but I guess that I'll buy myself things.
Oh why be so superficial?
Why don't I get a grip on myself?
Maybe I'll buy some records to add to my collection or some books to make myself smart.
I'm getting older by the day, I can feel it in my joints.
It's getting closer to the end of my life and I'm so scared to die.
So I read books on physics and biology and shit like that,
trying to make sense of the things in life that I don't understand,
but I still don't get it.
I'm getting uglier by the day, it's making me think.
My popularity is depleting and I'm starting to lose my edge.
What would be good for me? An image!
What kinda things do kids like these days?
How many chances do you get to stroke your dick while you make new friends?
Not many.