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Singles

I want a girl just like the one I see on the cover of the magazine. Do you know what I mean? Hey, hey, when I say... baby I'm so bored I can hardly breathe. Do you know what I mean? Fast lane, champagne, fast cars and caviar. Ain't it a shame we don't all grow up to be movie stars. I want a world just like the one I see everyday on the TV screen. Do you know what I mean? Hey, hey, when I say.....
Too much is never enough. Super-size, my eyes like satellites. The say live faster. The say die harder. I've got my TV on channel zero all night long. My volume knob's turned up to eleven... 4, 5, 6... 24/7. Everybody wants a redder red, blacker blues, and deader deads. Everybody wants a broken heart yeah, yeah. Fill me to the top and baby don't stop. I want sixty jolts per minute. More volts,...
They say every great western has it's cowboy. The say every cowboy has his gun. Wouldn't you know, another showdown going down at sunrise. There go those boys with their toys of mass-destruction. Hey Won't you say... lay down your guns? Hey Can you see... peace signs with crosshairs in our eyes? I hear good guys always dress in white. I hear might makes right so who wants to fight? White doves...
This freedom rings, it stings my skin like the chill of a sinner. This freedom rings, it stings my skin, just like the chill... A lot of people are seeing red. A lot of people are feeling blue. A lot of white guys in suits and ties write checks and break necks. Here we go again... Spend money to save our souls. My credit card so hard like the wrath of God. Spend money to save our souls. My cre...
Generation X. A generation vexed, we can't remember why or what for. We used to be so beautiful... so filled with rage, smashing up the whole place. Now we're headed downhill so fast... picking up speed, we can't even see that we're running on empty. Empty pockets, empty souls... so what you gonna do? What you gonna do when it ain't cool to be a loser no more? Generation X. A generation vexed,...
And you know that we're out of control. And you know that we can't take anymore, so let's go. Yo girl we gotta get outta here. Hey baby, do you remember the days when we used to hold hands? And everything seemed okay, running through the streets at night, alright, oh yeah. Hey baby, do you remember the times when everything seemed fine? Running round town with our fists in the air, smashing ou...
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie. Tonight, they say everything's gonna be okay. Tonight, they say, everything's gonna be alright... yeah right. Not-so-silent weapons for not-so-quiet wars. Still feels like I'm on trial. Still got my name on file. I carve notes like votes on a cinderblock. Matchbook poets, you know w...
These guitars won't stay in tune. These fists are raised against you. These words refuse to rhyme. These kids won't stay in line tonight. Black eyes, white lies. Tight pants and pin-striped nights. Blood on our hands, price on our heads... who says romance is dead? You think our days our numbered. You think we won't resist you? Your lies are dipped in gold. The kids won't don't what we're told...
Don't it smell like shit on the streets of New York City? Can you see through the smog in the skies of Hollywood? All around the world... all the people gonna shout out loud. All around the world... all the people gonna shout out loud. Raise your hands, unrest is your best friend. Stand up, open your mouth. Gonna start a revolution. Raise your hands, unrest is your best friend. Stand up, open ...
The writing on the walls says this town ain't ours no more. So, we'll paint the streets with fire. The writing on the walls... those city signs, headlines like deadlines, so come on... This town is ours tonight... So light it up like a midnight sunrise. You know we own this town... Just in time to burn it down. Let's go, we'll paint the streets with fire. We roam these streets of a hollow shel...
Momma, momma don't you waste those prayers on me. Momma, momma, won't you wash those tears away. I'm so red my credit line's f***ed up, bankrupt on borrowed time. I'm so red my credit line's f***ed up, bankrupt on borrowed time. Everybody say I'm too young to die old and petty. Everybody say I'm too old to die young and pretty. Today, I'll take summer tours and power chords. Momma, momma, don'...

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