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1.1 - Hit
I'm sittin' with Nelly
In front of the telly
I'm fillin' my belly
With a bottle of wine
Going with Kelly
To the cross-country rally
Up to Chez Nelly
Straight down the line
Just say she ain't mine
I'll beat you to gelly
Just say she ain't mine
I'll beat you to gelly
It’s a hit on the head
With a knock of the knuckles
It’s a bucket full of tears
It’s a sea full of rain
Goin' down the valley
Tryin' to screw Grace Kelly
Go for her gelly
She’s handlin' mine
Sittin' with Sally
Ridin' with Smelly
Fillin' my belly
With a bottle of wine
Just say she ain't mine
I'll beat you to gelly
Just say she ain't mine
I'll beat you to gelly
It’s a hit on the head
With a knock of the knuckles
It’s a bucket full of tears
It’s a sea full of rain
It’s a hit on the head
With a knock of the knuckles
It’s a bucket full of tears
It’s a sea full of rain
It’s a hit on the head
With a knock of the knuckles
It’s a bucket full of tears
It’s a sea full of rain
1.2 - Too Slow
No Lyrics Found
1.3 - Street
No Lyrics
Available
1.4 - Still Believe
You make me feel
Like I've drawn
A loser's card
But every time you walk out of me
I find myself left
With a broken heart
But it ain't my way to quit mom,
I came to win
May have run out of luck
But I'm pretty shure
It’s gonna come back again
It’s gonna come back
Keep on tryin' - keep on tryin'
Keep on tryin' - keep on tryin'
Still believe that I can win
Still believe that I can win
Still believe that I can win
Your love
Found myself in a freight train
Rolling down the track
To the hazy landscape
Goin' to town
I scored myself some porno
New Playboy, the new Penthouse
Doin' the hand jive
Just to kill the time
But it ain't my way to quit mom,
I came to win
May have run out of luck
But I'm pretty shure
It’s gonna come back again
It’s gonna come - it's gonna come back
Keep on tryin' - keep on tryin'
Gonna keep on tryin' - keep on tryin'
Still believe that I can win
Still believe that I can win
Still believe that I can win
Still believe that I can win
Your love
1.5 - True Fine Mama
No Lyrics
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1.6 - Rock & Roll Junkie
You blew my deal
Left me out at heels
Gave me lies for candy
Sucked my juice, ate my brain
Gave me fake for understanding
You can hook me on your tail,
penetrate my soul
Made me feel the sting of Rock & Roll
But you can’t take away
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There ain’t no cure to a Rock & Roll addict
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
Forget about your poetry & your old jive culture
You better crack it up before it's too far gone
Go by your instinct, get down to the real thing
She’s no lie, never leads you wrong
I've seen the macro dynamics, & the psychedelic trash
Symphonic Nellies, pretending high class
I've seen those funky assed turkeys
On their big platform disco shoes
The new wave hype & the old jive juice
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
Rock & Roll addiction is a festerin' habit
You gotta keep on playin' like a paranoid rabbit
They’re gonna call you names you never heard before
They got you comin' down on music you adore
But when I do my suicide for you
I hope you miss me too
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
I'm a heart & soul, Rock & Roll,
Heart & soul Rock & Roll junkie
1.7 - One More Dose
No Lyrics
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1.8 - Speedo
Some call me Mo
Some Joe
Best man is Speedo
He will never take it slow
I said they often call me Speedo
But my real name is Mister Earl
I guess they call me Speedo
Cause I don't believe in waistin' time
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2.1 - Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
Don't wanna push no narcotic revolution
Don’t wanna push you down Dead End Street
Hate to see you run around in circles
Don’t wanna turn you into a piece of concrete
Get down to the real thing
Get down to what you honestly feel
You better do it from the heart
Don’t you do it from the head
You better do it from the heart
Hate to see you fade away
In some heartbreak-hotel room
Don’t want to see you run and hide
Like a disease in the gloom
Get down your instinct
Get down to what you honestly feel
You better do it from the heart
Don’t you do it from the head
You better do it from the heart
I don't need your friendly talk
And your words as sweet as honey
I don't want your so called smile
While your mind is on my money
Hate to see you starin' at the points of your shoes
Just wanna crack you up, just wanna turn you loose
Don't wanna push no narcotic revolution
Don’t wanna push you down Dead End Street
Hate to see you run around in circles
Don’t wanna turn you into a piece of concrete
Get down your instinct
Get down to what you honestly feel
You better do it from the heart
Don’t you do it from the head
You better do it from the heart
Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
Dope Sucks
It’s comin' out of my nose
2.2 - City
No Lyrics Available
2.3 - Blue
No Lyrics Available
2.4 - Can’t Stand It
No Lyrics Available
2.5 - Phony
No Lyrics Available
2.6 - Pop
No Lyrics Available
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