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Parking Lot Kids
02:57
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They haunt the sleeping strip mall
Weeds in the cracks of the suburban dream
Before the bell stops ringing
They're out behind the school smoking
She doesn't tell him she's a freshman
He'd be a senior if he hadn't dropped out
Mom warned Kim about boys like this
Tommy was the kind she was talking about
Cheap dope, cheap gropes, cheap jokes again
They're gonna have fun if it ends up killing them
Parking lot kids don't throw yourselves away
What the hell are you wearing?
Not in my house you don't
But when her mom passes out again
Kim's out the door and on her own
Tommy told his manager to bite it
Nobody treats him like a tool
Man I need to talk to my cousin
About how to get into trade school
Orange lights and yellow lines
Black asphalt on and on
Any minute the cops'll be here
To move us all along
In the meantime flip the tape over
Give me another hit of that
Let's just cruise on forever
Till the tank is empty and the tires are flat
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2. |
Bad News of the World
01:08
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He's a public menace
He loves to make them crawl
He makes them feel stupid
He's a threat to them all
He's the bad news of the world
They've all heard the stories
But they don't believe
They wear it on their sleeves
So easy to deceive
Bad news of the world
Why, why, why, why, why?
I don't understand why
She's weak and unsteady
He'll give her a shove
And when she jumps the hoop
She'll hope it's love
Bad news of the world
I wish all the girls
Could learn his name
He'll keep on calling
Stay away just the same
Bad news of the world
He's a public menace
But they don't believe
They thought life was OK
Until they received
The bad news of the world
If you see him on the street
Better cross it girl
He's the bad news of the world
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3. |
St. Louis Don't Forget
03:11
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I'm walking down a busy street,
Dead languages in my ears
All the voices of yesterday
Ringing down through the years
With sweat and red brick
They built this town
Now you see those red bricks
Laying on the ground
We're so afraid of tomorrow
We destroy our faded yesterdays
Are we gonna build a future
Or just another Walgreens?
Hey don't forget, hey don't forget, hey don't forget
St. Louis don't forget
All the kids are jumping like rats
From this stinking sinking ship
Escaping from a sentence in the subdivisions
Where it's illegal to be hip
They think there's a life out there
Somewhere for them to find
Do they ever wonder about
The life they leave behind?
You go out into the world to take it over
What's to stop the world from taking over you?
You run and you run and what you're running from
Is always over your shoulder
Streetlights flash in time
To the midday traffic beat
White girls with black girl hair
Push strollers down the street
Brick layers, punks, refugees
From here you can see it all
This life I love won't fit
Inside a shopping mall
See the concrete flowers from the days when roses rose
Get a good look before they get bulldozed
Well you can always knock us down
But you'll never pave us over
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4. |
Clockwatchers
03:32
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The hands on the clock are moving too slowly for you
Is this crippling life the best we can do?
You're a piece of equipment, you're rolling stock
Force your fingers into a fist and punch the clock
Punch the clock...
We're tired of living our lives for someone else
Yanked down, messed around, put back on the shelf
We say "no" to boredom, frustration and shame
Nothing's gonna stop us now that we know our name
What's our name?
We're clockwatchers
And we're on the march
Clockwatchers
And it's up to us
So tell me now, wage slave, what's it gonna be?
Do you want a quiet life or do you wanna make history?
They think you're happy, they think you're an idiot
Keep you so frustrated that you start believing it
Don't believe it
You're not an idiot
Nobody's gonna give us anything
Our chains to lose, a world to win
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5. |
Does Laura Have to Know?
03:54
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I took a little vacation
I took it out on
I took it out on you
And if you think this is frustration
There's nothing I can do
I think it's all on you
What kind of friend are you
To do the things you do?
Does Laura have to know?
Just a minor indiscretion
It wasn't much to
It wasn't much to see
Now you think you need some protection
Now what is that to me?
I can't even see
What kind of friend are you
To do the things you do?
I took a little vacation
I took it out on
I took it out on you
And if you think this is frustration
There's nothing I can do
As what they say is true:
It isn't what you do...
It's what you get done to
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6. |
Look Around
03:38
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I guess it's not much on its face
A red brick, redneck, anonymous place
A dim memory of something more
Broken streets wonder what for
When I look around me now
Passed a tired man in the street
Lines on his face spelled "Am I obsolete?"
I'm not ashamed to say it hurts
That this decay is all that we are worth
Our muscles built this city here
Our reward is a future full of fear
How long will this lion sleep?
You chosen few better pray your souls to keep
These were the streets I grew up on
Now they've got vacant lots and payday loans
I can't believe the things I see
When I look at this place l love
Is there anywhere you won't shit?
ls there anywhere safe from you?
We're gonna take it all back someday
Your private street won't protect you
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7. |
Father's Day
03:18
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No bright lights for me tonight
No ashtray on the bar
You won't find me hanging out
Where the beautiful people are
Tonight l'm known as Daddy
But l'll never be a star
I never thought it could be
Until the day it happened to me
She's so young, I feel so old
What kind of Dad am I?
All the punk kids stare and wonder
Who's that weird old guy?
They don't see me around much
And they don't wonder why
When you're staying out till three
Don't feel sorry for me
Oh please give me strength
Am I big enough to stand
Between her and the big bad world
Oh baby I never planned
But somehow she still trusts me
Every time she takes me hand
How long will it take
Before I stop feeling like a fake
No bright lights for me tonight
No ashtray on the bar
l'm reading bedtime stories
Where the wild things are
This daughter needs a Daddy
So who needs to be a
star?
I'm boring you with this story
But my lite is more than history
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8. |
Nightmare Bombs
02:43
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I saw a cloud shaped like a mushroom
I saw St. Louis in flames
I pledged allegiance to Grandpa Reagan
Would you like to play a game?
Would it be like The Day After?
Or would it be like Thunderdome?
Would the Russians kill my family?
Or would they leave us alone?
Countdown here they come (5-4-3-2-1)
Atomic nightmare bombs
How many little boys and girls
Woke up covered in sweat?
How many kids afraid of the world?
I'm still not over it yet
I woke up to a brand new nightmare
The World Trade Center was gone
Every night I have trouble sleeping
But these nightmares go on and on
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9. |
Turn to Me
03:25
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We loosened up and got pretty tight
But for every toxic Saturday night
There's a Sunday morning
When the bill comes due
You had your last drop of hangover cure
I don't mind running to the store
You turn to me
I'll turn to you
I feel so shaky and crumbled inside
But l'm a superhero when we're side by side
You turn to me, I'll turn to you
A few good records and a little good luck
A good friend to loan a couple of bucks
I want the world
But that's all I really need
This town holds a lot of enemies
Hostile eyes down every street
But the word is "revolution"
And I'll always believe
Two, ten, a hundred, a million like us
Save me a seat at the back of the bus
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10. |
Overweight and Starving
03:00
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You can see them at a mall near you
Careful you don't become one too
Overstimulated on empty calories
I should've said "no" but I just said "please"
That's when I knew for sure...I was
Overweight and starving
I don't get enough of what I need
Overweight and starving
But I get too much of everything else
Overweight and starving
USA Today and polysorbate-80
That's allI need to sate me
I eat factoids like potato chips
Now my brain is as flabby as my hips
Overloaded, blocked & bloated
Undernourished, sugarcoated
Please, nobody help me
I don't need help
You can see me at a mall near you
Sucking down hyper-caffeinated goo
My reality is reality TV
I should've said "no" but I just said "please"
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11. |
Easy for You to Say
05:20
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Tucker and pout, make like to go it alone
You can't even figure out how much money you own
Dollars for Deutschmarks and pinball games
But you end up with more of the same
1, 2, 3, 4, it happens every day
And it's easy for you to say
I don't like it when you treat me this way
It's easy for you to say
Hometown memories we laid to rest
Singing songs of the mild, mild midwest
I've got your sense of quality, you've got my sense of style
For a long, long, lonely while
So shut up
1, 2, 3, 4, it happens every day
And it's easy for you to say
Maybe dead I'd be better off, Red like Sergei Fedorov
It's easy for you to say
I get so shaky when I see you're so sure
Caught up in new love and old literature
Fresh distractions are easy to find
And old friends drift apart all of the time
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12. |
Clock Above the Bar
03:21
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I see by the clock above the bar
Now its time to go
I see by the clock above the bar
Where are we going to go?
You ask yourself if you've got
Something better to do
You don't want to hear the answer
But you can't deny it's true
You're no good tor me
I don't like you anyway
This isn't how I wanted to spend
Another Saturday
Now it's just you and your cigarettes
Burning to make the scene
But you know your time would be
Better spent at the pinball machine
She's no good for me
I don't like her anyway
I didn't want to drink
Another weekend away
Outside, people are living
As you watch the girls drift out
One look into your desperate eyes
You're the one they can do without
I'm no good, you say
You don't like me anyway
This isn't how I wanted to spend
Another Saturday
Hey!
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They got bombs to drop
They got money to make
We learn how to give
They learn how to take
They want to feed us strip malls
They got us tuning in
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who's gonna get kicked in?
Hey, hey, hey, do as they say
Not as they do
Nothing comes for free in the free market
Capitalism hates you
They got unions to break
They got pastures to pave
We pretend we're masters
But we know we're slaves
I love commercials
I love my car
Are we really as stupid
As they tell us we are?
Hey, hey, hey, do as they say
Not as they do
Nothing comes for free in the free market
Capitalism hates you
Hey, hey, hey, do as they say
Not as they do
Nothing comes for free in the free market
Capitalism hates you
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The Red Squares St. Louis, Missouri
Past their punk years, not quite mods, The Red Squares believe in the power of the power chord, in the militance of melody,
in the righteousness of rhythm.
They play catchy populist rock n' roll and they want to change the world. They are unashamedly geeky, with a wide romantic streak and an unwillingness to talk down to people.
Modern pop action!
This is tomorrow!
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