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Hot Mess
02:28
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HOT MESS
it’s a hot mess baby, when you’re drinkin’ by yourself
it’s a cold moon baby, and I’ll drink to your health
it’s a new day baby, get up and open your eyes
it’s an old trick baby, you gotta sever old ties
your tired eyes in front of me
unsure of what you think I see
I know that I should give it up
but I wanna take you downtown
it’s a high life baby, when you’re burnin’ by yourself
it’s a low mood baby, when you’ve burned up all your wealth
it’s a slow jam baby, get up and move your feet
it’s a fast ride baby, you can’t outrun defeat
your tired eyes in front of me
unsure of what you think I see
i know that I should give it up
but I wanna take you downtown
it’s a hot mess baby, the way I think about you
it’s a hot mess baby, you know, that thing that you do
you’re a hot mess baby, overheating my brain
i’m a hot mess baby, and I’m going insane
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2. |
Got Guns
02:59
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GOT GUNS
You say you need it for protection
Say, protection from whom?
You say ‘the crazies, psychos and nutjobs’
You mean the folks like you
You claim your right by the 2nd amendment
Yeah your right to bear arms
Is on trial and you need to defend it
I think that’s cause for alarm
How many people have to die before you give up your guns?
Your neighbours are lying in the street
You gotta give up
Give up yer gunz
You’re in the crowd, it’s a good time at Route Ninety-One
Jason Aldean is strumming his guitar, but like you he don’t know
On the thirty-second floor of the hotel, Steven is smashing windows
About to open up fire on your friends and then bullets reign down below
How many people have to die before you give up your guns?
When bullets are worth more than their lives
You gotta give up
Give up yer fucking gunz
GIVE UP YOUR GUNS
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3. |
Hot Shit
02:18
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HOT SHIT
you park your fucking Maserati
by the lunch room
yeah we see it Scotty
you’re hot
shit and
it stinks
you wear your fucking Jo Armani
in the woodshop
yeah we see it sonny
you’re hot
shit and
it stinks
you scream your fucking face off at us
now it’s my turn
yeah you had it coming
you’re hot
shit and
it stinks
you’ve pushed
me to
the brink
I don’t need this stink, no I don’t need this shit
I think I have had enough of it
I am going on my own
we won’t take your bullshit
it’s not worth a paycheque
you’re hot
shit and
it stinks
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Cobra Queen Toronto, Ontario
We are here to make you feel so nice in your ears. For fans of loud weirdness. More coming soon babies.
Drums - B. Banks
Guitar - J. Gormley
Bass/Vox - C. Tyler
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