1. |
Kids
03:21
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well the kids are all alone
and it’s saturday nite
parents never came home
they’re turning out alright
put their favorite shoes on
to catch a ride
cause they’ve heard that there’s one more dance
under the disco lite
oh, one more dance under the lite
even though they’re still young
they got their dreams in sight
paying off their student loans
is gonna take some time
but their favorite Uncle, Sam
doesn’t mind
if they go for one more dance
under the disco lite
oh, one more dance under the lite
oh, for one more dance under the lite
and they’re tired of people saying they gotta grow up
"get a job, quit your playin'"
so they can sit all day?
so they can sleep all nite?
and wake up thinking what’s the point of this regular life?
so the kids are all alone
trying to make it alive
with their favorite shoes on
for graduation nite
they're learning on the go
that time you cannot fight
so you better get one more dance under the disco lite
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2. |
#1 Sound
04:33
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it’s time to go to the place where the pretty girls hang out
the brooklyn bars ‘till the break of dawn
making out
struttin' around to the number one sound
go to the place where the pretty girls hang out
the brooklyn bars ‘till the break of dawn
making out
struttin' around to the number one sound
for the one way riders
who never did as they were told
whose pockets are empty, whose hearts are always full
for the one way riders
who sold their soul
for the foolish dream
of rock ’n roll
and the guns for hire
and the brave and the bold
who’ve been knocked down, who walk these streets alone
for all the guns for hire
and all the stories they’ve told
with electric guitars
with rock ’n roll
the pretty girls run ‘round struttin' to the number one sound
indie rock ’n roll playin' hard and playin’ loud
the pretty girls run ‘round struttin' to the number one sound
for the doubt defiers
who never fit the mold
who escaped a life of anger and control
for the doubt defiers
I pray they never grow old
and that they’ll carry the torch
of rock ’n roll
the pretty girls run ‘round struttin' to the number one sound
indie rock ’n roll playin' hard and playin’ loud
the pretty girls run ‘round struttin' to the number one sound
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3. |
Wild Things
04:08
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these people tell us we’re wrong
that we don’t stand a chance
that we’re losing our minds
that we don’t understand
we tell ‘em it’s very clear
we wanna sleep in on sunday
then we’ll skip work on monday
come in when we can
these people tell us we’re young
haven't worked for the man
but we pay off our bills
our health insurance scams
just gotta make it to friday
so we can finally break free
you don’t ever have to ask where we’ll be
‘cause you and me get dressed up hitch a ride and we go
to our place downtown
to the wild things show
in the dark we both feel better as we dance and we glow
we can find some new lovers
no one cares who you know there
these people tell us we’re dumb
that we don’t know romance
but we just like to go groove
do the regular dance
and if we make it to friday
we can finally break free
you don’t ever have to ask where we’ll be
‘cause you and me get dressed up hitch a ride and we go
to our place downtown
to the wild things show
in the dark we both feel better as we dance and we glow
we can find some new lovers
no one cares who you know there
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4. |
For a Ride
05:46
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when the sun sits low down over the valley
and I get off workin’ on the line
I make my way through Talladega county
to pick my baby up for a ride
we talk about our dreams and both of our bounties
the battles we have lost and won
I don’t think our parents will ever understand
our Alabama lexicon
she wants to be a healer when she grows up
i wanna be a leather jacket star
we wouldn’t have a chance if we were alone
but together we can make it far
she’ll study her books till they’re all well known
and i’ll practice my songs on my stolen guitar
and baby one day you and me
are gonna be proud of who we are
now the sun sets early and I’ve working overtime
through the dark I drive to pick my baby up for a ride
her hair blows in the breeze and my worries they begin to thaw
we celebrate our victories no matter if they’re big or they’re small
she wants to be a healer when she grows up
i wanna be a leather jacket star
we wouldn’t have a chance if we were alone
but together we can make it far
she’ll ace all her tests ‘till her knowledge is shown
and i’ll make my way up through the honky tonk bars
and baby one day you and me
are gonna be proud of who we are
in Talladega county, we are shining through the scars
together we'll go far
playing our songs on stolen guitars
in Talladega county, we'll be proud of who we are
forever we'll go far
hanging out in honky tonk bars
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5. |
The Palace
04:20
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i heard they’re closing down the palace
in the town where we were born
tommy said, “send some flowers”
‘cause we hid there for the midnight malice
we picked our rides straight off the lot
so even though it breaks my heart
don’t pretend that you forgot
oh
every day
our nights
number one
at the palace
now we’re all feeling bad about it
'cause at the palace we belonged
and no one knows what will become
where will we smile so damn pretty?
spill our secrets, shoot our shots?
the seasons come, the seasons go
but don’t pretend that you forgot
oh
every day
our nights
number one
at the palace
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