1. |
Hot Stalker
03:33
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Hot Stalker!
She cut right through my stride,
forced her tail through my gait.
In a subway exchange,
the next day we made a date.
As we stood on her porch
I asked a hug goodnight.
She jumped in a police cruiser
and screamed My God, hes got a knife!
Two bull-dyke cops
ordered me Shut up and sit down!
caught gist of flail,
shared a look, and sauntered round.
Do you love this girl?
I said Well, geez, I dont know.
She said If I were you, son
Id let this one go!
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna rocker world.
She used two rolls of tissue
each and every single day.
Blasting Tool at 3 am
she got me kicked from my place.
I came home late and drunk,
she clawed my skin like a cat.
Now she needs a new phone number
everytime she wants to chat.
Cause I started getting
6 messages a day like
You were life inside me.
Now youve thrown me away!
and Was I just a warm body?
Want the truth? Truth be told:
Baby, you were so hot
you could have been cold.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna rocker world.
Shes got sea-green eyes
and a wavering glare,
voluptuous hips kissed
by long brown hair.
She covers her curves
bust-to-ankle black lace.
She put her face in my head
with my head in her face.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna rocker world.
Would that be so wrong?
Would she get the wrong idea?
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna fuck'er.
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2. |
Dying Too Slowly
03:17
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Dying Too Slowly
C J Leon
Why do I fall in love?
It's never the fun that I hoped it would be?
Why do I drink so much?
It's never the fun that I want it to be.
In this world we're dying too slowly or already dead.
Why do I think so much?
I never get done what I wanted to do.
Why do I take my time?
I never get done whom I wanted to do.
In this world we're dying too slowly or already dead.
How can I trust my boss?
He turns my hard work into minimum wage.
What did I get for all my school?
University trained for the minimum wage.
In this world we're dying too slowly or already dead.
Why do I pick my nose?
Those green things'll just grow back there again.
Why do I clean my room?
Those green things'll just grow back there again.
In this world we're dying too slowly or already dead.
Why do I change my clothes?
They've all got holes and they're never clean.
Why do I choose my girls?
They've all got homes that they never clean.
In this world we're dying too slowly or already dead.
Why don't I make up my mind?
One's just as good as any other.
Why don't I end it all here?
Now's as good a time as any other.
In this world we're dying too slowly or already dead.
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3. |
Getting Along
02:26
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Getting Along
CJ Leon
Aint got no money, aint got no job.
All the chics think Im a slob.
I cant date the dumb ones cuz Im a snob.
Dont get me wrong, Im getting along.
Im headed down to Chinatown
to get the cheapest chow around.
Sitting alone I wont make a sound.
Dont get me wrong, Im getting along.
Im gonna walk this city street
till there are blisters on my feet,
down and back and then repeat.
Dont get me wrong, Im getting along.
When Im at home, Ill smoke some pot.
It aint great, but its all I got.
Stay awake until I drop.
Dont get me wrong, Im getting along.
Aint got no money, aint got no job.
All the chics think Im a slob.
I cant date the dumb ones cuz Im a snob.
Dont get me wrong, Im getting along.
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4. |
Baby Sheds Tears
02:02
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Baby Sheds Tears
CJ Leon
My baby sheds tears
that fall like stars.
She's scared to be alone at night.
I'm by her side
and I'm denied.
She's got a kid who shares the bed.
Our life is hard.
Like rocks on Mars
we're only dry till we can drink again.
Alone till dawn
in the kitchen dark
I watch the moon drip off the edge of a spoon.
The morning they're screaming.
I'd rather be dreaming.
Their screaming messes up my head.
I'm just too bad,
too wild and bad
to love her as she needs me do.
I've got my girls
around the world.
My baby stones me when their calls get through.
Don't get me wrong now,
we get along somehow.
Yes, they love me at the top of their lungs.
That being said,
I'm just no dad.
I guess I'll be a moving on.
Say, yes, I'll be a-movin' on.
That's right.
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5. |
My Music
01:51
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My Music
C J Leon
All I wanna do is make my music.
Thats all I really wanna do.
My boss wants me to make salads,
but I dont really want me to.
I ride my bike, I sing my music,
I hit on girls that I pass by.
Im one girls angel, one girls devil:
I fuck around buy I dont lie.
Nobody gives a damn about my music,
but I dont really have that choice.
If I dont write and I dont sing it,
I cant sleep and get hemorrhoids.
Mama screams at me for heavens sake
and stupid kid you wont get far
and with the best riff I ever made,
I kill my mom with my guitar.
I sling my guitar on my back.
Im gonna live life on the run
and I cant say how Ill manage,
but Im gonna have some killer fun.
And if you think I should pay taxes,
I say fuck you with this song.
Go scratch your heads, go scratch your asses.
I play my music all night long.
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6. |
Low Tide
03:17
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Low-tide
Copyright CJ Leon
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She lifts her skirt like all the strippers do-oo-oo.
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She kicks can-cans like all the strippers do... oo-oo.
White snow,
black rocks
late night,
low tide.
I head on down
to the edge of the sea
where the water is seeping
like in a throat
that just
keeps swallowing.
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She bobs the buoys like all the strippers do... oo-oo.
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She wets with pets like all the strippers do... oo-oo.
And as I stand
on the jellied sand,
I start sinking.
And as I stare
into the midnight mother
Im a damned soul-
Im a damned soul
if she doesnt
take my life.
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She drops and pops like all the strippers do... oo-oo.
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She spanks the banks like all the strippers do-oo-oo.
She takes my life
and leaves the shore
in a fearsome
crackling calm...
Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, low-tide... low-tide
She rocks the flocks like all the strippers do... oo-oo.
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7. |
Baby You Know
04:41
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Baby You Know
CJ Leon
Chorus:
Baby, you know me,
I do you no wrong;
Baby, I know myself,
I do you no right;
but being something
that you fear
you don't know what that's like,
you don't know what that's like.
Verse 1:
You say you can feel me,
that you can see my soul;
and what you see's a summer night
when it's a cold dark hole,
it's a cold dark hole.
But you won't walk with me,
you can't stand the rain;
there's no light in my life,
it's either black or it's grey,
it's either black or it's grey.
Chorus:
Baby, you know me,
I do you no wrong;
Baby, I know myself,
I do you no right;
but being something
that you fear
you don't know what that's like,
you don't know what that's like.
Verse 2:
You say you can't find me.
Well, I don't see the day.
Alone in my room,
I pass the hours awake,
I pass the hours awake.
Lay down your head to my chest;
my heart beats in void.
I set you on fire, while
your warmth I destroy,
all your warmth I destroy.
Chorus:
Baby, you know me,
I do you no wrong;
Baby, I know myself,
I do you no right;
but being something
that you fear
you don't know what that's like,
you don't know what that's like.
Verse 3:
You say that you'll leave me,
but you can't get away;
there's a black magic moon,
if I touch you, you'll stay,
if I touch you, you'll stay.
One thing's for certain:
you're a fly in my web
and whether you like it or no,
I'm in your dreams and your bed,
I'm in your dreams and your bed.
Chorus:
Baby, you know me,
I do you no wrong;
Baby, I know myself,
I do you no right;
but being something
that you fear
you don't know what that's like,
you don't know what that's like.
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Na.
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9. |
Whore Babylon Blues
05:36
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Whore Babylon Blues
C J Leon
She don't ride a pale horse
or a white Corvette,
but she's got legs like a wild mare
and curves like a Corvette.
She won't take you by force,
but you'll beg to be her pet.
I've got the whore,
the Whore Babylon blues.
She destroyed my body
to get at my brain.
She destroyed my body
to get in my mind.
She plays vicious games
of the cruel to be kind.
I've got the whore,
the Whore Babylon blues.
The way she makes me crave,
it's voodoo, understand.
The way we misbehave,
it's voodoo, understand.
She whispers precious slave
with my skull in her hands.
I've got the whore,
the Whore Babylon blues.
She's touched death so many times
a twitch of fear won't pass her.
She's touched death so many times
the smell of blood won't phase her.
And I know my heart beats faster
when I catch her
staring down the edge
of my razor
I've got the whore,
the Whore Babylon blues.
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10. |
Bye-bye, Butterflies
03:58
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Bye-bye Butterflies
C J Leon
Say bye-bye to the butterflies.
Tomorrow's the day that everything dies. X3
You never knew a morning in Hell
till you drank that 40 of whiskey to yourself.
Your cheating lover through you in his pickup.
At the hospital they pumped your gut,
pumped pills, pins, booze, an awful noise.
The labcoat said it's not your choice.
Say bye-bye to the buttercups.
Planet earth's number's up.
Say bye-bye to the sun and moon.
Larks are gonna sing death metal soon.
Say bye-bye to that stubborn wart.
God's about to be a real poor sport.
You lay weak and sore stretched on a bed
while fluorescent light punched your head.
Your lover is a lousy fuck;
I'm sorry, honey, that's just your luck.
He stroked your face and said Baby,
this isn't about you; it's about me.
Say bye-bye to universe.
No menus, please, just desserts.
Say bye-bye to the starry sky,
like broken lovers it's gonna cry.
Say bye-bye to the flowers and trees,
and hello to the worms and fleas.
Grandma baked cookies you ate when you were ten
and stumbled in drunk on Listerine again.
Dad put a twenty in your get-well card.
Mom fiddled the name tag on your arm
and said I'm thinking hard on what you've done,
and before your gone I want a grandson.
Say bye-bye to the butterflies.
Tomorrow's the day that everything dies.
Bye-bye, butterflies.
Bye-bye.
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