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Big Schools
05:44
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Friday night frat house in sight
A party that I couldn’t get into
I was outside nursing somebody else’s beer
Just a freshman trying to break through
The night started getting cold
I didn’t wanna wait around no more
Suddenly you were in front of me
Saying your friend’s boyfriend was working the door
Inside it was bona fide
Two kegs that hadn’t even been tapped yet
I was already falling hard for you
Like you reached out for my heart and grabbed it
You asked if you could try on my jacket
Just so you could see how it fits
And as I walked you home that night
I said hey girl, one day we’ll tell our kids…
We went to big schools, the stadium got loud
Until you picked me out, I was just one of the crowd
We went to big schools, all we were thinking of
Was coming out on top, and being so in love
We went to big schools…
Now we got three kids of our own
And man do they ever resent us
We gave em everything that we never had
They just roll their eyes and call us big spenders
They take their lead from the books they read
When they’ve never even seen it firsthand
They think there’s shame in winning the game
I just smile and say how could they understand…
Thirty yard gain, feeling no pain
How could it get any better
Leading the cheer by sophomore year
You in your varsity sweater
Now we’re living the dream, watching flat screens
Don’t our kids even love us
Taking our keys, climbing our trees
Just so they could end up above us
We went to big schools
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The Part You Play
03:37
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You walked into the party
Like it was your yacht
You were mean and haughty
I liked it a lot
Messing around
I tried to learn from you
Messing around
There’s truth in the faking too
You’d say something hostile
I’d laugh at your joke
Just received the gospel
Whenever you spoke
You were the star
You told me more than once
You were the star
I was the audience
Still I love the part you play
Do you have a part for me
Still I love the part you play
Do you have a place
For me
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Hustle Beach
04:41
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On hustle beach
You work for everything you got
You don’t slow down even when it gets so hot
Nothing you do ain’t bout that hustle
On hustle beach
You draw a line in sand and you stay there
This way no one says that you don’t play fair
No one says you ain’t bout that hustle
On hustle beach
You ain’t in a band unless the band makes money
You own a chain of lemonade stands before you’re twenty
Nothing you do ain’t bout that hustle
I open up a store, try to get a little more
Still you say you don’t want me around
You say just be who I am, but I’m not anything, man
I’m just the guy that follows you around
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I Hope She Won't Let Me
04:01
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Memories turn into photographs
Run run run away
Asking our spirits for autographs
As we try to make em stay
You longing for soul
And never finding it – could it be you’ve been abused
I try to fill the hole
But I’m limited – and then I ask to be excused
I hope she won’t let me
I hope she won’t let me go
Everybody’s in it for themselves
And I won’t forget me
I hope she don’t let me
I hope she don’t let me start
I’ll never break your heart
But you’ll never break my heart
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Shrine
04:37
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I’m out of my mind
You can be my shrine
Mama shuts me up and she locks the door
Daddy takes the knives from the kitchen drawer
They think I might be insane
Stuck inside my bedroom for months on end
I can’t even go out to see my friends
I’m too crazy to complain
I’m out of my mind cause I want you
You can be my shrine if you want to
Every day for lunch I eat what you eat
For science fair I studied the way you sleep
Watched you sleeping every night
Your parents wanna move to a different town
Scared of what could happen when I’m around
I think that they may be right
Lock me up
I don’t care
I need you
More than air
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Snake Eyes
03:30
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If you’re thinking you know about snake eyes, you’re right
She’s been living just as long as you’re living, all right
If you’re thinking you’re just gonna have fun with snake eyes
Go on home and cry yourself to sleep, you’re just one of the guys
It’s a federal offense to get married in this state
Go on back to the hotel and sober up you’ve been a bad date
If you’re thinking you’re gonna touch snake eyes you’re wrong
Snakey wasn’t playing the sucker – she was playing along
Snake eyes isn’t used to being kicked around
That kind of talk’ll get you roughed up give you a bad name in town
But if you’re getting used to it
Don’t you be surprised
When your personal hell is designed
By the one who blew your mind
It’s the last time you’re gonna get fucked by
Snake eyes
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The Rules
04:20
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Back in school you learned all about the rules
Thank you mama all those pearls you gave were jewels
“You stay straight or you might get out of line”
Thank you mama for that – I’ll see you next time
Now you’re older and you don’t like what she said
Sometimes you play hard to get sometimes you take em to bed
There are rules but there aren’t rules all the time
This little light of mine, I wanna let it shine
How can you possibly hide what you don’t wanna hide
Why’d you call back the same day
Who told you that you could look at him that way
Rather than letting it show – something that he’d wanna know
You just stare at the floor
And answer back, “Oh”
Feel a lot better now, now that you got a plan
For the next couple months, you’re just gonna hold hands
Cuz what he thinks is part of what you are
Thank you mama for love – my love will make me a star
A creature unlike the rest – are you looking your best
Keeping out of the rain, and meanwhile you’re gonna
Make yourself insane
You know a rusted Caprice is still a rusted Caprice
“I’m still as young as my niece -- I mean at least”
Ain’t no moon, ain’t no suns
When you’re in tune with the other ones
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Let It Roll
04:01
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Get out of the street, fancy boys
My family is taking them back
I’ve been living with your inhibitions for so long
I don’t even know how I got off the track
Freedom, that great gift, stolen away
By filthy barons who don’t know what they stole
Give it to me, cuz I don’t know how to say
Let it roll, you got to let it roll
Who out there’s gonna tell me to let it roll?
We march tomorrow at dawn
And I do hope you have your helmet on
If’n you don’t there’s a fresh supply
That will help us all stand eye to eye to eye
I’m the man with the plan
You won’t be left out
Long before I could stand
I learned how to shout
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The Swede
02:34
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Making your way through the conflict
Diet so righteous you never get sick
You got all the money in the world, but you never lost your mind
Leaving the pain to the neighbors
Still you’re the one that they call for favors
You got all the money in the world, but you never lost your mind
Growing up so poor your family never had a penny but
Remember the day it rained
Moved out of the city cuz it never gave you any and and cuz
Nature should be contained
Still it’s a lot to take care of
You got a daughter you might be scared of
You got all the money in the world, but you never lost your mind
But now the baby is sleeping
You and the wife are still secret-keeping
You got all the money in the world, but you never lost your mind
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I tried to figure you out but I can’t
It’s so hard to bleed with the one you want
Sometimes the little things make me blow
If this is success you gotta let me go
Why you gotta do that
We will never get along
Break a branch from off of your family tree
Throw it into the wind it’s gonna blow right back
Some nights your body lies next to me
When the sun comes up I’d rather watch TV
First you think I’m the thing, then you think I’m the fat
Why you gotta do that
Saving all your anger for the ending of the song
Getting under my skin when you sit where I sat
Why you gotta do that
You don’t have to worry we will never get along
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Hard To Find A Friend
02:22
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It’s a fool’s game, and we like it that way
It’s infinity for a while
It’s a fool’s game, we forgot how to play
We traded soul for style
You go in and out of my life
I don’t have to know the end
It’s hard to find a friend
Well we grow up, we don’t know why
On the way we get knocked down
We spent years apart, I was in the dark
Never knowing when you’d come around
You come back to me mysteriously
You say we’re too old to pretend
It’s hard to find a friend
Animal poses confuse everyone
And we’re no exception
Leave me tonight
I don’t care
What does it mean
We come from slime
Just do me on time
I don’t need advice from a hypocrite
It doesn’t do me good
If you can’t help me in this life
Maybe nobody could
But unfortunately I’m not a charity
Just an orphan on the mend
It’s hard to find a friend
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Baby Teeth Chicago, Illinois
Purveyors of fine Chicago pop, on the bleeding edge of good taste since 2003. Raised by Todd Rundgren, ELO, Hall & Oates,
and Queen.
"Integration of FM-era pop, from glam to power pop, bandannaed cock-rock and New Romanticism, shouldn't come this easy, or sound this good." -- Pitchfork
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