1. |
Vodka Tonic
04:23
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Got myself on a red-eye
Supersonic vodka tonic, please
Keep your bail money handy, honey
I've got a certified disease
Creeping out the back door
Creeping down on Bourbon St.
They've got me in a car now
Shackling my feet
Get me to a cash machine
I know a palm I've gotta grease
Get myself on a red-eye
supersonic vodka tonic, please
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2. |
High and Dry
04:06
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Cool, cool, cool in your place
You've got nothing but space
And a whole lotta time
She's got nothing to do
At least, nothing with you
But you swear that it's fine
We're so high, and so dry
It's not right, not right
Fools in cars, they don't stop
Don't they know you're on top?
And at the head of the line
You're sure that's what the cat meant
Right before he got bent
And left you high and so dry
We're so high, and so dry
It's not right, not right
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3. |
American Today
04:57
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I feel, American today
Gonna get a burger, drink a beer
And watch TV all day
Today
I'm a do no wrong, patriot today
Raise a flag and shoot my gun
Cast a vote for anyone
Today
Well I feel, American
Do you feel, American?
Are you proud to be an American today?
Of thee I view, America Today
Channels 2 through 43
and Oprah is my fave
Today
Well I feel, American
Do you feel, American?
Are you proud to be an American today?
And I trust the government today
Pay my tax and join the corp
set my DVR to tape the war
Today
Well I feel, American
Do you feel, American?
Are you proud to be an American today?
Well I feel, American
Did you buy American?
Well we sold America today
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4. |
Built for Better Days
04:44
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I get right back up, I'm okay
I'm for better times, built for better days
And today might suck, I don't care
I'm for better times, built for better days
Well I'm not one much for believing
But I'm still looking for a reason
I know that love must be the answer
But the question, no one remembers
I get right back up, I'm okay
I'm for better times, built for better days
And today might suck, I don't care
I'm for better times, built for better days
You know your thoughts are on the level
But then the facts are more on a bevel
The deck is stacked, the dice are weighted
So let the robots have their oasis
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5. |
Bit by Bit
03:42
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Hey baby, won't you give me the time of day
Hey baby, won't you tell me what words to say
Bit by bit, day by day
We'll make work, our own way
A little better everyday
If the band don't start, we'll sing our song just the same
Hum along if you want, there ain't no words anyway
Hey baby, won't you give me the time of day
Hey baby, won't you tell me what words to say
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