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Full Speed Ahead
03:12
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Let's go, full speed ahead,
Don't care if we wind up dead,
I got high hopes in my head.
I got high hopes.
Overeducated, underpaid.
Left of center, born to fade.
The laws of physics don't apply to those that never die
And party people everywhere
(They're flying in my mind),
But we are made of hotter stuff
and that you can't deny
The light that blinds ahead of us says:
"La la la la la la la"
Let's go, full speed ahead,
Don't care if we wind up dead,
I got high hopes in my head.
I got high hopes.
Mix your medicines: Gin and Ritalin,
Love and discipline--Man! We've just begun
See, the laws of physics don't apply to those that never die
And party people everywhere
(They're flying in my mind),
But we are made of hotter stuff
and that you can't deny
The light that blinds ahead of us says:
"Blink and ye shall find!"
Let's Go: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4...Houston, we have a problem.
Let's go, full speed ahead,
Don't care if we wind up dead,
I got high hopes in my head.
I got high hopes.
Are we too far gone? Or can we get further?
I got high hopes.
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2. |
Backseat Mutiny
02:58
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Your eyes have a dagger
They're aimed for my temple
You dance like Madonna
You smash all my idols
The only thing we need to fear are the chemicals
between your ears controlling you.
I think they've gone off balance
Hey man! What's the plan? Checking out again?
Backseat mutiny coming for you, friend.
Hey man! Wake up! You gotta find a way
to wake up again sometime today.
And who's to say if the saints in your brain
are to blame for complaining about the way you made
your bed today?
You gotta sleep in it, honey, there's no second chance.
Hey man, what's the plan? Checking out again?
Backseat mutiny coming for you, friend.
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3. |
Uber Drive
03:25
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We never drive to western Massachusetts.
We never drive this late at night.
But I've seen the setlist, it gets loud
Let's see the rich kids have a super-sonic breakdown
We need distortion pedals, we need distortion pedals
We need distortion pedals louder than our problems
We play basement shows.
They're smoking cigarettes.
I love those basement shows.
I buy my eight dollar beer.
The singer in the band, a David Bowie tan:
"Young Americans, you are growing up!"
We need distortion pedals, we need distortion pedals
We need distortion pedals louder than our problems.
The singer in the band, a David Bowie tan:
"Young Americans--"
He starts throwing up.
I need overdrive. The only way I can think about getting over you is to punish my ears for what my mouth said to you. And my brain told my mouth to do it, too!
I'm getting overdrive! I'm getting over you!
The singer in the band, a David Bowie tan:
"Young Americans, you are growing up!"
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4. |
Where the Action Is
03:22
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You're wrapped in streets,
Roundabout pillows.
I''m in the sheets.
I play the weeping willow.
I know it hurts. Nod if you can hear me.
It starts to hurt. Not if you can hear me.
Your hands, my hair.
Your eyes, my stare.
I want go where the action is. I want to go where the action is.
I've got the step, mother.
You've got the inventions.
I've got the inclination.
You've got some sick dance moves!
I want to go where the party smells like beer,
I want to go where the sweat clings to me from other people.
Your hands, my hair.
Your eyes, my stare.
And the chorus, I forget it, but man, I think you'd like it.
I want go where the action is. I want to go where the action is.
(You can fall behind me)
(Beneath the weeping willows)
I want go where the action is. I want to go where the action is.
And the chorus, I forget it, but man, I think you'd like it.
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