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Heartbreak Express

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Well, I was feeling kinda lonely, just a little bit blue All I wanted was someone to talk to I wasn't looking for love or a do romance I had no intention of taking that big chance Until she walked in, in that low-but dress She was a first class ticket on Heartbreak Express Well, punch my ticket, I'm headin' on down the line First stop misery, here I go one more time Destination dead ahead, ain't that loneliness I got a first class ticket on Heartbreak Express Well, I oughta know better, you think I'm learned But if you're gonna chase fire, you're gonna get burned! Yeah, I was still gettin' over the gurtin' from the one before She walked in right through that ballroom door I ain't never been one to settle for second best I want a first class ticket to Heartbreak Express Well, punch my ticket, I'm headin' on down the line First stop misery, here I go one more time Destination dead ahead, ain't that loneliness I got a first class ticket on Heartbreak Express Punch my ticket, I'm headin' on down the line First stop misery, here I go one more time Destination dead ahead, ain't that loneliness I got a first class ticket on Heartbreak Express I got a first class ticket on Heartbreak Express I got a first class ticket, Heartbreak Express I got a first class ticket on Heartbreak Express I got a first class ticket, Heartbreak Express

For Everclear

JERROD NIEMANN "Judge Jerrod & The Hung Jury"
Oh, all the names and locations have been changed To protect the innocent, which would be me Well, I missed class today, slept in a little late Had too much fun last night At least I got an "A" on my last test I drank a case of Keystone Light Well, that's the beer we drink here You always get your money's worth You put your beer goggles on, and they don't wear off Until you're lovin' the worst So let's change the subject Well, how about those grades? Well, there's an "A" in alcohol A "B" in beer, "C" is for the night class we live all year "D" is for drunk, and there ain't no "E" So "F" is for, for Everclear The teacher missed class today, slept in a little late Had too much fun last night At least she took us up on our last offer To drink some warm, red wine She used to be a stripper at the Ol' Red Fox Down on Highway 69 Well, let me tell you friends, her shirt came off By the end of the night Well, let's change the subject Well, how about those grades? Well, there's an "A" in alcohol A "B" in beer, "C" is for Ms. Carter who we love so dear "D" is for drunk, and there ain't no "E" So "F" is for, for Everclear Okay, here's where it gets good So we missed class today, slept in a little late Had too much fun last night Well, I woke up this morning without any warning Ms. Carter's layin' by my side Well, I got a full ride all last night She really knows her Sex Ed And I learned more with my hands on Than any book I've ever read Well, let's change the subject Well, how about those grades? There's an "A" in alcohol A "B" in beer, "C" is for Ms. Carter who's asleep right here "D" is for drunk, and there ain't no "E" So "F" is for, for Everclear That ol' "D" is for drunk, and there ain't no "E" So "F" is for, for Everclear

Class Of '65

JOE WALSH "You Bought It - You Name It"
Well I got a letter from a high school friend Who I never really know that well, he wrote me And the mothball letter on a blue and white sweater From the Class of '65 got me planning, planning Standing in a room full of faces (in a room), I knew them all But I could not place the names with the faces Now converstaion makes me nervous I just smile and nod along When it comes to telling stories, I could go on and on I went downstars to straighten my tie Laid on a table I chance to pass by were some stories On some notebook paper from some high school friends And they all had tales to tell And they all sent pictures of their families And the stories read so well I just stood there and pretended I had something in my eye And the tears fell on the letters I had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next time Tell everyone I said hi, hi From the Class of '65, hi From the Class of '65, hi

Working Class Man

JIMMY BARNES "Jimmy Barnes / A Week Away From Paradise"
working hard to make a living bringing shelter from the rain a fathers son left to carry on blue denim in his vein oh oh oh he's a working class man well he's a steel town deciple he's a legend of his kind he's running like a cyclone across the wild mid western sky oh oh oh he's a working class man he believes in god and elvis he gets out when he can he did his time in vietnam still mad at uncle sam he's a simple man with a heart of gold in a complicated land oh he's a working class man well he loves a little woman someday he'll make his wife saving all the overtime for the one love of his life he ain't worried about tomorrow cause he just made up his mind life's too short for burning bridges take it one day at a time oh oh oh he's a working class man oh oh oh he's a working class man oh yeah yes he is well he's a working class man oh ma ma . . . . . . . i tell you he's a working class man (bv) working class working class man yes he is (bv) working class working class man i wanna tell you he's a working class man (bv) working class working class man ma ma ma (bv) working class working class man i got to tell you he's a working class man (bv) working class working class man (bv) working class working class man i tell you he's a working class man (bv) working class working class man (bv) working class working class man i tell you he's a working class man

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Working Class Hero

JOHN LENNON "John Lennon / Plastic Ono Band"
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so ------- crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still ------- peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me

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