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Counterpoint
02:45
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COUNTERPOINT
Been saving up my sins to cash in
But I just don’t know where to begin
The list it keeps on growing each day
But I can’t help it, no I can’t help it, it’s just my way
Right and wrong mean nothing to me
I question my own sanity
It was different in the past I believe
I was me, I was me, I used to be me
Well I was me I was me I used to be me
Well it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
Keep the walls up and the emotions strong
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
No never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
No, it can never be exciting if it’s not wrong
It can never be exciting if it doesn’t feel wrong
No.
It can never be exciting if it doesn’t feel wrong,
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong,
Keep the walls up and the emotions strong
Cause it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong
No, it’s never exciting if it isn’t wrong
No it can never be exciting if it never feels wrong
No.
What’s the point, what’s the point, what’s the point
Counterpoint
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2. |
Outta Control
02:55
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OUTTA CONTROL
I’m outta control, I’m outta control
I’m a teenager in the body of a 25 year old
I’m outta control, I’m outta control
I’m a teenager in the body of a 25 year old
Elevator all the way to the top floor
The doorbell’s always busted
but there’s always room for more
I’ve been living on pop tarts and beer
Come a little closer and I’ll whisper in your ear
I will do it again
I will rise up I will do it again
I will do it again
I will rise up I will do it again
When the time is right I will put up a fight
When the time is right I’ll…
I’m outta control, I’m outta control
I’m a teenager in the body of a 25 year old
I’m outta control, I’m outta control
I’m a teenager in the body of a 25 year old
I’ve been living on TV and tears
But I’m still dying from money and fear
I’ve been living on gasoline and tires
on ashes and dust
on light bulbs and fire
When the time is right I will put up a fight
When the time is right I’ll…
We can put up a fight.
When the time is right I will put up a fight
When the time is right I’ll…
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3. |
Pins and Needles
02:30
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PINS AND NEEDLES
We found a piece of thread
We wrapped it round my neck
We pulled it so tight
My face it turned bright red
You tried to kiss me but by then I was dead
You tried to kiss me but by then I was dead
I got pins and needles all in my head
I can’t think
I think I’m dead
cause they’re in my head
they’re in my head.
I got a sting on the tip of my tongue so
The blood it rushes it makes me feel numb so
I loose the feeling in my cranium um
Um um um um um
You tried to kiss me but by then I was dead
You tried to kiss me but by then I was dead
I got pins and needles all in my head
I can’t think
I think I’m dead
cause they’re in my head
I think I’m dead, oh no
You ask me how I feel well I feel fine
I feel fine yeah all the time yeah.
I feel fine yeah all the time yeah.
I got pins and needles all in my head
I think I think I’m dead , I think I think I’m dead
Got pins and needles
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4. |
Killing Time
02:14
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KILLING TIME (Explicit Lyrics)
I lick a 9-volt just to get a bad taste in my mouth
I spit, spit, spit, but I just can’t get it out
Well I don’t mind killing time
Cause time is killing me
No I don’t mind killing time
Cause time is killing me
Well I don’t mind wasting time
Cause time is wasting me
I’m wasting time every minute of my life
Every second goes on forever
Every second I die
Well I don’t mind killing time
Cause time’s been killing me
No I don’t mind killing time
Cause time is killing me
Well I don’t mind wasting time
Cause time is wasting me
I just spit, spit, spit
Out all this shit, shit, shit
All my life
I just spit.
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5. |
Simple Life
02:35
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SIMPLE LIFE
All I wanted was a simple life
Maybe get my heart broken only once or twice
But it’s not as easy as one may like
And I won’t write you any letters because it’s faster to type
I should have never been involved in this
You’re just a simple girl with complex lips
I should have never been involved in this
You’re just a simple girl with complex lips
I say yes, you say no
Just when I thought things were under control
Well all right, well oh no
You’re an easy one to catch, but a hard one to hold
I should have never been involved in this
You’re just a simple girl with complex lips
I should have never been involved in this
You’re just a simple girl with complex lips
Just when I thought things were under control
It’s a trial where you always win
Because my defense is weak and I always give in
Three locks on the door, dishes in the sink
I may be crazy darling, but not how you think
I should have never been involved in this
You’re just a simple girl with complex lips
I should have never been involved in this
You’re just a simple girl with complex lips
I should have never, I should have never, no
Oh no.
Just when I thought things were under control
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6. |
Psycho Psycho
02:33
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PSYCHO, PSYCHO
Fall in love like I fall out of bed
But I don’t sleep
I’ll do it when I’m dead
It all comes like a rush to the head
I try to figure out the things that she said
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man with a plan
Psycho, Psycho
It’s more than I can stand
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man, I’m a man
Psycho, Psycho
Well that’s right well all right now
Look in the mirror just to know who I am
I can’t look away I know I’m damned, I am
Psycho psycho schizophrenic satan lover taxi driver
Psycho psycho schizophrenic satan lover taxi driver
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man with a plan
Psycho, Psycho
It’s more than I can stand
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man, I’m a man
Psycho, Psycho
Well that’s right well all right now
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man, I’m a man
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man, I’m a man
Psycho, Psycho
I’m a man, I’m a man
Psycho, Psycho
Well I’m a man all right now
Psycho psycho schizophrenic satan lover taxi driver
Psycho psycho schizophrenic satan lover taxi driver
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7. |
Admit It
02:06
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ADMIT IT
You want to fight, well come on let’s fight
You’re not so pretty when you’re so uptight
If you don’t scratch, then I won’t bite
Come on admit that I’m right
Come on admit that I’m right
Admit that I’m right
I like a good punch in the face
Yes it’s an acquired taste
We break it down all over the place
Come on just say that I’m right
Admit that I’m right. (He’s right)
Come on admit that I’m right (He’s right)
Just admit that I’m right
Admit that I’m right
You want to dance well come on let’s dance
You want to fall in love well take a chance
No time for foreplay, no time for romance
You want to dance well come on let’s dance
You want to fight, well come on let’s fight
You want to fight, well come on let’s fight
You want to fight, well come on let’s dance
You want to dance, well come on let’s fight
You want to fight, well come on let’s fight
Admit that I’m right
Admit that I’m right (admit it)
Come on admit that I’m right (admit it)
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8. |
Mr. Right
03:07
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MR. RIGHT
I got ambition
I’m on a mission
I got a history that’s full of demolition
I’m a time bomb
That keeps on ticking
And you can’t stop me cause I’m alive and kicking
They call me Mr. Right
But I am Mr. Wrong
They call me Mr. Right
But I will prove them wrong
They call me Mr. Right, but I will prove them wrong.
I’ll prove it.
I’ll prove it.
I’ll prove it.
I’ll prove it.
They call me Mr. Right
But I am Mr. Wrong
They call me Mr. Right
But I will prove them wrong
They call me Mr. Right, but I will…
I’ve got confidence it keeps on building,
But all the common sense I’ve got is dwindling
Why yes of course I’ll meet your parents
While we’re at it let’s move in we can share the rent
It’d be my pleasure
It’d be my pleasure,
It’d be my pleasure,
To prove you wrong
They call me Mr. Right (That’s what they call me)
But I am Mr. Wrong (I’m wrong)
They call me Mr. Right (That’s what they call me)
But I will prove them wrong (I’m gonna prove you wrong)
They call me Mr. Right, but I will, I’ll prove them wrong.
I’m gonna prove them wrong.
It’d be my pleasure. To prove you wrong.
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9. |
Can't Believe It
03:30
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CAN’T BELIEVE IT
I can’t believe it so it must be true
I threw it off the wall and it stuck like glue
Come on baby show me you can
You did it once before you can do it again
I’m on my way. Way. Way.
Out of here
I found my way. Way. Way.
Out of here
I got elements of style
Elements of grace
I’ve got a gut feeling, but questionable taste
I’ve got a bad disposition
A tendency to lie
A strong fear of numbers, but no good reason why
I’m on my way. Way. Way.
Out of here
I found my way. Way. Way.
Out of here
I can’t believe it
No, no.
Good lord I found my way. Way. Way.
Out of here
I found my way. Way. Way.
Out of here
I found my way, I’m on my way, I found my way. Out of here.
I can’t believe it.
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The Hate My Day Jobs New York, New York
THE HATE MY DAY JOBS are a rock band from NYC. They’ve been compared to a punch in the face, their live show to a workout. They’re loud, aggressive, desperate, and all energy.
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