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Dynamite
(brusca)
he's heading out
into the night
here comes Johnny
and he's feeling all right
well he lock and loads
he's gonna rip it up
pedal to the metal
cuz he's feeling so tough now
looking smooth
in his thrift store costume
kicking at the world
cuz he feels like Johnny Rotten
when you ain't got nothing
piss it away
there is no tomorrow
when you're living for today and
he's holding a stick of dynamite
he's holding a stick of dynamite
he's holding a stick of dynamite
everyone around him
is gonna give him a light now
he's holding a stick of dynamite
he's holding a stick of dynamite
he's holding a stick of dynamite
everyone around him
is gonna give him a light
but we're all downtown tonight
we're out pillaging
yeah yeah yeah
we're out pillaging
yeah yeah yeah
last night is gone
today I'm feeling so inspirational
cheap shot so long
meet me downtown
but you'd better bring your friends along
parking lot
with the mediator
rolling off the hood
from the accelerator
I've got 10 on 4
I like the odds
see me coming
better pray to your god
Act II
(brusca)
maybe it's time
for the ride to be over and
maybe we're just too old
to do this anymore
the same old stories
and is this getting boring
and I need someone to tell me
when enough
is enough is enough
It just ain't over
some people let it ride
it just ain't over
if you don't ask why
it's me
I can't hear a thing
and it ain't over
till the fat lady sings
no it ain't over
till the fat lady sings
whoa
remember back in 1987
we wrote that song that
we could never forget and
it put a curse on all of us that day
we were just living
doing what we thought we should
when we drove our car
down to North Hollywood
where dreams are made
and the memories disappear
what's that you say
well this song is no good
we used to give a damn
and we would play it like we should
maybe I should say goodnight
cuz it's all my fault
whoa
moving forward
one foot after another
side by side and
brother to brother
some things just go
on and on and on
it ain't over till the fat lady sings
Bottle Rocket
(penney)
well there he goes again
his finger's hanging in the wind
he lights the fuse then he runs away
but it won't burn as bright as it did today
lady luck she deals again
but he knows the cards
and he sees the hand
like the time he got the nerve
but his mouth forgot the words
tell me
what the hell is going on
the tighter you hold the more goes wrong
this appetite for failure's gonna
give you the finger over the telephone
but then she said
it's all right
it's okay
don't you know that you're
going the wrong way
.38 Special's on the radio
with the matchbox singing
hold on loosely
good try almost
that's right so close
sorry about the finger
but that's the way she goes
hey ho
yeah that's the way she goes
yeah bottle rocket's supposed to fly
hit their mark
whip-crack the sky
got the nerve
then he got the chance
but it's never gonna work out
as he planned
reach inside to grab a few
couple of lines
that he thought were true
finally found a voice to speak
to the girl just out of reach
it's all right it's okay
don't you know
that you're going the wrong way
I watch you fizzle in the bottle
with the cigarette butts
and the matchbox singing
good try almost
that's right so close
sorry about the finger
but that's the way she goes
I guess that's the way she goes
Fat Bottomed Girls
(brian may)
are you gonna take me home tonight
ah down down beside that red firelight
are you gonna are you gonna
let it all hang out
fat-bottomed girls
you make the rockin' world go round
I was such a dirty lad
never knew no good from bad
I knew life before I left my nursery
left alone with big fat Fanny
she was such a naughty nanny
heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
now I've been playin' with my band
across the wild across the land
I seen every blue-eyed floozy on the way
but their beauty and their style
wears kind of thin after a while
takes me to them naughty ladies every time
now I've got mortgages and loans
I got stiffness in my bones
ain't no beauty queens in this locality
but I still get my pleasure
still got my favorite treasure
big woman yeah you made a bad boy out of me
let me tell ya now
I took the car keys
and drove off into the night
cuz I was falling in Annalisa's skies
she chugged her beer fast
just like a plane crash
she was a good one
but her mom and dad don't understand
she's sailin' on down the line
cuz the boys are cruel
and fat-bottomed girls are fine
they make the rockin' world go round
Dell and Ziggy
(music: brusca/kapoor - lyrics: brusca)
Dell and Ziggy
didn't look like angels
Dell and Ziggy
say they're gonna save me
maybe Dell and Ziggy
we're a lot like you
let me tell you a little story
from the inside looking out
broken down on the side of the road
coin tossing humanity all about
orange light came on
Ace is sleeping in the back of the car
200 miles out into the night
waiting for salvation
underneath the constellations
Dell and Ziggy
didn't look like angels
Dell and Ziggy
say they're gonna save me
Dell and Ziggy took thirteen hours
to make everybody else look crazy
Dell and Ziggy
didn't look like angels
Dell and Ziggy
say they're gonna save me
maybe Dell and Ziggy
we're a lot like you
making plans all night
in a coffee shop
it's gonna be all right
I got a tool box, soda and a little sleep
they got a chain bracelet
and a tattooed goatee
Dell and Ziggy is your Duster gonna
take us for a ride
back to Pelican Bay
it's such a sad sad life
maybe you're wrong
but maybe you're right on
Dell and Ziggy
can you help us
find some common ground
cuz the world is full
of a lot of stuck people
need your help
just to turn them around
and around and around
they don't say anything
to them it's understood
when the blood comes out
it's red as a rose
maybe they're just like you
yeah maybe they're just like me and you and
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Two Weeks
(music: kapoor - lyrics: brusca)
do you wanna play
you don't wanna play
say you wanna
waste some time with me
I've got my Ford truck smile
do you wanna kill this Romeo dream
do you wanna two-week love affair
do you wanna take a peek up there
do you wanna open up that door
and come inside
do I wanna know all about your life
do I wanna stare into your eyes
go ahead pick up the dice
it's your turn to roll
cuz I wanna know all about your dreams
about the good and bad and the in between
but maybe I just don't want to see
the way things are supposed to be
maybe I'll find out too much
maybe somewhere I'll lose the touch
you're a firecracker
and the glitter is falling
and I've got two weeks to never fail
gonna lick my lips and bite my nails
cuz this is the best night of my life
a two-week roller coaster ride
maybe if I just act so tough
maybe then I won't mess it up
love's a roller coaster
and the game is over
game is over
do you wanna play
you don't wanna play
say you wanna
waste some time with me
I've got my Ford truck smile
do you wanna think about it and see
yeah yeah yeah
tell me do you wanna play
do you wanna mess around with me
yeah do you wanna kill
some time with me
come on upstairs
and we will see
the way things are supposed to be
I got two weeks
I got two weeks I can't breathe
no I can't breathe
no no I can't breathe
no I can't breathe
do you wanna play
That Song
(brusca)
don't play California Dreamin' again
it reminds me of a time
when me and Bill and John and Sally
we all went for a ride
I can still smell the rain coming down
on Highway 101
no heater in the Duster
and the seats are broke
but we had just begun
I don't wanna hear that Devo song
cuz it makes me feel sad
it takes me back to 1985
and all the fun that we had
hanging out by the drive-in
with my foot down on the gas
looking out for the CHP
in Jackie Dimatto's van
singing
I don't wanna hear that song again
not once not twice not ever again
I don't wanna hear that song ever again
no I don't wanna hear that song again
cuz that song's in my past
if I hear that song one more time
I'm never coming back
no way
don't play Sweet Home Alabama
cuz there's too many nights
I was sitting outside the liquor store
till they turned out all the lights
singing "mama's got a squeeze box"
and American Pie
if I hear that song again tonight
you know I'm gonna have to wave it all bye-bye
well now they've got Aerosmith on the radio
and it reminds me of someone
I met outside the 8 Ball
back when Janie had a gun
yeah we drove all night in her Rabbit
till we saw the sun come up
too bad she didn't know me
and too bad she had to run
Stuck
(brusca)
you know that it wasn't worth it
and I know that you wish
that it wasn't so
but the times were different
way back then
you live you learn you die
or so it goes
give me that magic button
and I'd turn this world around
I'd meet you down at the gravel yard
so we could shoot the shit
and drink our So Co down
I'm stuck
it's a quarter to one tonight
I'm stuck
and I'm watching the river roll on
I'm stuck
it's a quarter to one
so I try
try try try try
I'm stuck
it's a quarter to one tonight
I'm stuck
and the water keeps flowing on
I'm stuck
it's a quarter to one
so I try
but I can't say goodbye
you taught me
how to fight the good fight
you told me when to fold the cards
when they don't look right
you knew just when
to bet over the top
when to cut your loss
stand back and watch
well the best times
easy to get along
the best times
how can I write a song
the worst times
the words all flow
but I'm standing on the shore
and I'm standing all alone
I'm stuck
it's a quarter to one
I've got twenty on black
but I can't believe my luck
you're gone and I'm stuck
it's getting late
but I ain't going home
gonna ride this river
till it turns to foam
gonna ride this river
gonna take me back home
open a beer
sit down on the shore
gonna soak up the sun
soak up the smell
listen to the trucks
they're coming over the hill
gonna listen to the sounds
of the river roll on
cuz yeah it's getting late
but I ain't going home
Square Dance
(brusca)
well here's a little story
one you all should know
about picking wallflowers
from the undergrowth
it coulda been yesterday
or years ago
but I think you all know
how the story goes
my high school gym floor
was polished twice a week
I'm staring at it hard
cuz I don't want to see
well if you're walking over
and you're biting on your lip
we're all wondering
just who you're gonna pick
tonight
Gary's all right but
take a look at me
I'm standing in a row
I'm a wallflower
in the undergrowth
I just wanna dance a little do-si-do
allemande left through the undergrowth
we'll be friends till the end
yes that is what we say
when the lights go down
and the music starts to play
I keep an eye to the side
and my back's against the wall
we'll all pretend
that it's one for all
tonight
Corn Whiskey
(brusca)
and we're drinkin' corn whiskey tonight
we drink corn whiskey in the midday sun
we pass 'round the jar till the last swig is gone
be us winners or losers we share in the toast
when we drink corn whiskey we boast and we boast
when it comes to corn whiskey I drink the most
we drink corn whiskey
when the moon she does rise
we sing an old tune with a tear in our eyes
till the fire burns down and the silence is thick
then we pass 'round the jar for our last little sip
and we don't give a damn when we're totally pissed
yes and we'll all sit round the fire
and we'll all get higher and higher
and we'll brag about who's the biggest damn liar
we're drinking corn whiskey tonight tonight
yes we're drinking corn whiskey tonight
when the morning dew covers the grass in the fields
and a wee dance of smoke the fire does yield
we'll crawl from our slumbers with a squint in our eyes
cuz we're drinking corn whiskey in our paradise
yeah we're drinking corn whiskey till the day that we die
we raise up corn whiskey to all of our mates
to the ones that we've hooked but somehow got away
from the bloke next to you and the ones in our hearts
we remember you fondly of us you're a part
and we'll save you a swallow from the bottom of the jar
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