FALL OUT BOY lyrics

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

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my heart is on my sleeve wear it like a bruise or blackeye my badge, my witness that means that i believed every single lie you said (and learned from the best) cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you but there's a light on in chicago and i know i should be home all the corners of the street signs.. they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house she took me down and said: boy's like you are overrated. so save your breath. loaded words and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you but there's a light on in chicago and i know i should be home all the corners of the street signs.. they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house you want apologies girl, you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever, forever the only thing you'll ever get is this curse on your lips: i hope they taste of me forever but there's a light on in chicago and i know i should be home all the corners of the street signs.. they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's with every breath i wish your body will be broken again

Classified

C.W. McCall "Wolf Creek Pass"
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob. Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, Hello, this is Bob speakin'. I says This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale? He says, Yeah. I says, Where are ya? He says, Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold. Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says Whaddya want? I says, Come to see your truck. He says, Follow me. Come on, Frank. (Dog's name is Frank.) Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says Vote for Dick and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says Whaddya think? . Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. He says, Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don't pay no mind to that whirrin' sound. She use a little oil, but outside a' that, she's cherry. I says, What'll take? He says, What've you got? I says, Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents. He says, You got a deal. Sign here, I'll go get the title and a can full of gas. I put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard. Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says You better'd get on out of here. I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, I've seen better stuff at junkyards and where'd you ever get that truck? I says, That's a long story, Harold. I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks...

The Influence

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
[Zaakir] Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops Grab the mic so you don't react The double X Polo shirt with the hat to match In fact, we verbally vibrate your track [Marc 7even] Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments The question is this: will they return with the hot shit Or keep it on the low flow [Charli 2na] Yo, and for you confused bastards, Tuna the blues master Quick to grib the mic, crews fast and soundclashing Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected [Akil] I don't sip on brew, so this Bud's for you Speak when spoken to whenever you come through My vibes fill you, Internal Revenue You rhyme prostitute for little or no loot [Jurassic 5] Cause a lotta these kids think that commercial Is rocking fly suits and jewelry But we can rock shows with no rehearsal With the Rebels of Rhythm and Unity [Zaakir] Yeah, cause I'm nice, smooth, hard as a bone Since I pick up the microphone I'm hotter than brimstone The razor sharp crossbow accurate We drop the multiverbal miligram suppliment [Akil] Plus in bed, theological word advance Been Too Legit To Quit before the Hammer pants The parent to the pen converts words to song Stay blacker than the New Year Harlem Renaissance [Charli 2na] No comp, we paint a darker picture, in your sector Perfect verbal architecture, sparking lectures Lyrics infectious, fuck your Lexus If you ain't giving God your praise then it's useless Like when MC's try to make hits and them shits flop Running races like they was Penelope Pitstop Develop these hits rock bottem, the disk jock got 'em Souped up, but his rhyme is beating his loops up [Jurassic 5] Like dah dah (dah dah) Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Dah dee dee dee dah dah) Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah [Marc 7even] I can see clearly now, top of the pile with my style Check the profile, it shifts like sundial Crisp like young smiles, we rip and run wild Intent to rock crowds, some bite like rottwilds [Akil] Your game is disconnected, misdirected Disrespected, when we come in, expect some next shit The J-U-R-A, classical forte Get low down & dirty like the inner Moray [Zaakir] My heart pump the rhythm of the militant street life Soldier of composure up under the street light The coat style, prototype, professional Media light shine bright, now kill all the Bullshit, cheap talk and lip service Jealousy and envy and undertone cursed in your verses Serve the purpose of a nigga living nervous Unsure and uncertain but about to short circuit [Jurassic 5] Like dah dah (dah dah) Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Bah dee dee dee dah dah) Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah [Repeat 2x] [Marc 7even] Ayo my gift of gab should be sold in bags Boost up the price tag, make a wack rapper mad Rely on my right side, securing our tape tight Tasty tangibles to your mandible and clavicle [Charli 2na] Yo, easily 2na be, cleverly swelling my treasury Vocal pedigree for you critics who try to measure me But easily I'm about to run you down my resume Had a bundle of struggle from birth to my present day [Akil] Yo, your love don't compute, perhaps you need a boost A magical flute, some nose candy to toot Before you get loose, express and tear the roof You claim you got the juice, but you lame and out the loop [Zaakir] So I associated myself with fossilized figures Crack the summer sizzler, hit the real live niggas My influence is gunshots and trauma units Street trends, with material word friends [Jurassic 5] Like dah dah (dah dah) Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Bah dee dee dee dah dah) Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah [Repeat 2x]

Truckin'

DWIGHT YOAKAM "La Croix D'Amour"
(J. Garcia, B. Weir, P. Lesh, R. Hunter) Truckin' - got my chips cashed in Keep Truckin' - like the doodah man Together - more or less in line Just keep truckin' on Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street Chicago, New York, Detroit, it's all the same street Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings Dallas - got a soft machine Houston - too close to New Orleans New York - got the ways and means But just won't let you be Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of True Love Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home One of these days they know they gotta get goin' Out of the door and down to the street all alone Truckin' - like the doodah man Once told me you got to play your hand Sometimes - the cards ain't worth a damn If you don't lay 'em down Sometimes the light's all shining on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurs to me What a long strange trip it's been Hey, what in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine All a friend can say is Ain't it a shame Truckin' - up to Buffalo Been thinkin' - you got to mellow slow Take time - you pick a place to go And just keep truckin' on Sitting and staring out of a hotel window Got a tip they're kicking the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel But if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in Busted - down on Bourbon Street Set up - like a bowling pin Knocked down - it gets to wearing thin They just won't let you be You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel Get tired of traveling, you'd like to settle down I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying Get out of the door - light out and look all around Sometimes the light's all shining on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurs to me What a long strange trip it's been Truckin' - I'm a goin' home Whoa - oh, baby, back where I belong Back home - sit down and patch my bones And get back truckin' on

Creature

ATREYU "A Death-Grip On Yesterday"
Go Run away In Distress Try To Hide From What's Creeping And Crawling And Stabbing Within Try To Deny The Turmoil Inside If You Fight Yourself Hard Enough You'll Never Win Any Ounce Of Serenity Or A Calm Hope At Best (Or A Calm Hope At Best) Can leave you heaving on the floor Gasping for breath (Are You Gasping For Breath?) To Be Left On The Floor Gasping For Breath! [Chorus:] You're either the person you are Or The Person Your Trying, Trying, Trying, Trying To Be Don't let the outside sway too far From where you want to be And at any cruel moments Of This You Can ruin The Best Where's Your Body is Brutally Pressed Against The Confines Of Your tense Flesh And If You Close Your Eyes Tight Enough Then None Of The Bad Can Get In [x2] And If You Close Your Eyes Tight Enough Then None Of The Light Can Get In (Then None Of The Light Can Get In) Boom You scream as the light hits you It radiates though out your whole soul Boom The pain is clarity It cleanses, and if it still fucking hurts than you still fucking know That You Are Still Alive That You Are Still In Control If you would only take hold Boom The day with both hands A death grip And a good chance to outlive your past You are living free Where You Will Be Free [x2] [Chorus x2]

The Jeweller

John Cale "Slow Dazzle"
Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other What does this word mean? he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully Nothing for desert sir , came the reply, perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes . The bill, if you don't mind , quickly he shot back And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images It was rush hour, in Hawaii only 10am So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away the patch What he saw astonished him. Where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days

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