Faster Car - Lyrics - Love, Pain & the whole crazy thing - Keith Urban

Title: Faster Car
Album: Love, Pain & the whole crazy thing
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): Keith Urban

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Lyric:
Any time that you want, what you need
Close your eyes and say my name, call on me
And I'll be there for you no matter what they say, rain hail or shine
I got my eye spy to the sky waitin' on your sign

Roll the dice, and take a chance, a chance on me
'Cause you never can tell where a little bit of faith might lead
I got a U-shaped hole inside I swear it gets deeper by the day
And flickin' cigarettes out the window goin' nowhere in this lonely rain

I need a faster car now
A rocket ship straight to the moon
I need a faster way to
Show you how much I need you, baby

It's a crime, it's a sin, it's a damn shame
But you're the cause and you're the cure of all my pain
There's never been a bigger fool for you, I can't believe my pride
You got me talkin' to an empty pillow in the middle of the night
I ain't slept in quite a while

I need a faster car now
A rocket ship straight to the moon
I need a faster way to
Show you how much I need you, baby

I need a faster car now
A rocket ship straight to the moon
I need a faster way to
Show you how much I need you, baby

I need a faster car now
I'm a rocket man in love with you
I need a faster way to
Show you how much you drive me crazy
Show you how much I need you, baby

I need it baby
Yeah, it's alright now

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Let'S Go Faster - Lyrics - Stray Cats

Title: Let'S Go Faster
Artist: Stray Cats
Composer(s): Leon Drucker, James Mcdonnell, Brian Robert Setzer

Lyric:
Hey, let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Hey, let's go faster, faster

Well, Johnny's got a car, he drives it much too fast
And if he keeps it up, you know his life won't last
But Johnny wants to go, he don't wanna stop

Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Hey, let's go faster, faster

Johnny's got a girl, she tries to slow him down
He's headed for a crash on the streets of this here town
But Johnny wants to go, he don't wanna stop

Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Hey, let's go faster, faster

One rainy night racing on highway nine
He hit the brakes just in the nick of time
But too late to see the bend in the road up ahead
He's out of control like the life that he led
Let's go

Well, Johnny's got a car, he drives it much too fast
And if he keeps it up, you know his life won't last
But Johnny wants to go, he don't wanna stop

Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Hey, let's go faster, faster

Let's go faster, faster
Hey, let's go faster, faster
Let's go faster, faster
Hey, let's go faster, faster

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She'Ll Drive The Big Car - Lyrics - Reality - David Bowie

Title: She'Ll Drive The Big Car
Album: Reality
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Bowie

Lyric:
She waited by the moon
She was sick with fear and cold
She felt too old for all of this
Of course she never showed
She lugged her suitcase to the bus
Melted home through the snow
North along riverside

She slips beneath the sheets
A husbands quiet devoted wife
But strangers sad and nervous
By the dawns early light
Loves lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn
Up on riverside

She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll keep an eye on Jessica
South along the Hudson

She'll turn the radio high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul
Just a little bit louder now
South along the Hudson yeah

Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
South along the Hudson, yeah

And she'll drive the big car
And talk herself insane
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now

Way back when Millennium
Meant racing to the light
He promised her a dream-life
He'd take her back to street-life

Away from violent water
With its Cormorants and leaves
Up on riverside

She'll drive the big car
But he'll sit behind
Bursting her bubbles of Ludlow and Grand
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio way up high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul

Just a little bit louder now
South along the Hudson

But just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
South along the Hudson, yeah

Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
South along the Hudson, yeah

She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll keep an eye on Jessica
Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit faster now

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Are You The Rabbit? - Lyrics - Eat Me, Drink Me - Marilyn Manson

Title: Are You The Rabbit?
Album: Eat Me, Drink Me
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Tim Skold, Brian Warner

Lyric:
I'm a kickstand in your mouth
And I'm the tongue slamming on the brakes
Pull the choke in, pull the choke in
As hard as it will take

All your pictures are getting dirty
Don't want anyone else's hand on my gears
And I'll choke on all the diamonds
Like a vulture on your face

So ask your self before you get in
Know the insurance won't cover this
Are you the rabbit or the headlight
And is there room in your life
For one more breakdown?

You can't escape, can't escape
All your demons, all your demons
Watch out, watch out for your lovers

Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster
Faster, I'm late, I'm late
And the hands on my clock
Are starting to shake

We're on the line between the Devil's tits
We've been driving on E
I'm gonna be wanted for this crime
"Well, at least you're wanted," she'll say

So ask your self before you get in
Know the insurance won't cover this
Are you the rabbit or the headlight
And is there room in your life
For one more breakdown?

You are an unmarked car
Can't remember where I parked you
But I love you, can't afford you
Take a cab to the funeral

Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster
Faster, I'm late, I'm late
And the hands on my clock
Are starting to shake

You can't escape, can't escape
All your demons, all you demons
Watch out, watch out for your lovers

So ask your self before you get in
Know the insurance won't cover this
Are you the rabbit or the headlight
And is there room in your life
For one more breakdown?

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Goddess On A Hiway - Lyrics - Mercury Rev

Title: Goddess On A Hiway
Artist: Mercury Rev
Composer(s): David Fridman, Jonathan Donahue, Sean Mackowiack, Adam Snyder

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Lyric:
Well, I got us on a highway, I got us in a car
Got us going faster than we've ever gone before
I got us on a highway, I got us in a car
Got us going faster than we've ever gone before

And I know it ain't gonna last
And I know it ain't gonna last
When I see your eyes arrive
They explode like two bugs on glass

Far above the ocean, deep under the sea
There's a river running dry 'cause of you and me
Far above the ocean, deep under the sea
There's a river running dry 'cause of you and me

And I know it ain't gonna last
And I know it ain't gonna last
When I see your eyes arrive
They explode like two bugs on glass

She's a goddess on a highway, a goddess in a car
Goddess going faster than she's ever gone before
She's a goddess on the highway, a goddess in a car
Goddess going faster than she's ever gone before

And I know it ain't gonna last
And I know it ain't gonna last
When I see your eyes arrive
They explode like two bugs on glass

And I know it ain't gonna last
And I know it ain't gonna last
And I know it ain't gonna last
And I know it ain't gonna last

It ain't gonna last, it ain't gonna last
It ain't gonna last, it ain't gonna last

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Zillionaire - Lyrics - Edie Brickell &Amp; The New Bohemians

Title: Zillionaire
Artist: Edie Brickell &Amp; The New Bohemians
Composer(s): Edie Brickell, Rob Wasserman, Jerry Garcia

Lyric:
Gonna tell the tale of a dog named Zillionaire
Who stands on the back of a whale
Howling out in the middle of the ocean
Waves of dog emotion howl on 'til you find your sailor

Howl on 'til he carries you home
Hear him calling for his master
A sailor lost at sea who sank inside
A splash and disappeared beneath

Zillionaire was left drowning in his sorrows
Riding on a whale, drifting in tomorrow
Howl out for your sailor, howl for yourself
Howl out for someone to carry you home

Race car driver skinny head lookin' out the window
Race car driver skinny legs pressed against the pedal
Faster than a second thought speeding 'round the bend
Never gonna be caught dead 'less they're at the end

Race car driver crazy fool, don't worry about nothin'
Ball of fire burning heat, slammed against the wall
Never calculated this thing happening at all
Twelve excited people saw the ambulance arrive

Everybody knew that he was more dead than alive
Race car driver crazy fool, he don't worry 'bout nothin'
Race car driver crazy fool, he don't worry 'bout nothin'
Kept crashin' ooh, crashing ooh, crashing ooh like waves

Way out where the water is blue there's no land to be seen
The sky and the ocean fuse together like events inside a dream
When the sun sinks in the water stars look down and blink at the
Sailors standing on deck who smoke cigarettes and think

And sometimes when the waves are mellow
All crashed out you can hear that lonely dog howling out
Howl out for you master, howl all night long
And maybe he'll hear you and carry you home

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Are You Faster? - Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Title: Are You Faster?
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): J. Pollard, Robert E. Pollard Jr., Toby Sprout

Lyric:
Near a distant sea
Her clear yellow eyes
Are opening to pink and black skies
And soon they are blinking
With compound camera eyes
Are you faster
Than the eyes of the car-people?
Styled in silver
Are you able to roam
Faster then the lighthouse keeper credits you?

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We Grew Up A Little Bit - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: We Grew Up A Little Bit
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
We got married early and just a little bit late
Baby came too early but some things just can't wait
We were just beginning but it was very clear
We grew up a little bit that year

I caught on as a meter man, you were caught at home
When I started night school, you ended up alone
But you had another baby while I had my career
And we grew up a little bit, we grew up a little bit
We grew up a little bit that year

They put me in an office job, a young man on the move
We bought a house in Shaker Heights, you supervised the move
We were cashing checks, you were changing children
While I played engineer and we were growing ever faster every year

I got bored of kilowatts, you were tired of kids
I started staying out at night and soon that's what you did
At parties we'd go separately, you'd wiggle and I'd leer
And we were growing faster, we were growing ever faster
We were growing ever faster every year

You learned to live in silence, I learned to live in lies
And we both ignored the empty spaces growing in our eyes
Your breath became a gin and tonic, mine became a beer
And we grew up a little more last year

Today at work they passed me by and promoted John instead
I came home to find you'd wrecked the car, I guess I lost my head
Well, I can't believe I hit you but the rage came on so strong
Ah, where did we go wrong?

As you sit there crying, I wonder who you are
The partner, stranger, friend and foe who's come with me this far
We stand here in the ashes and I guess it is quite clear
We did not really grow too much each year

So you say we're going nowhere, well I know that's where we've been
Still I can't help wondering, can we begin again?
I feel so full of questions curiosity and fear
But could we grow a little bit? Could we grow a little bit?
Can we grow a little bit this year?

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Hands Up - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Hands Up
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): T Crawford, Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Christopher Charle Lloyd, P Pits

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Lyric:
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl s***in' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a n** to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf***er be

I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the g** ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma

And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
I'm a b******
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic

'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one, keep your g** and get your a** hit, that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same n****s you used to party with

Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip
New r*** gonna hit thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip
N**** move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip

It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them p*****
I'm the news out the bricks n**** who's hot as this

I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I f*** the drool outta chick
My n****z ice grill, but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like

Ooh, when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular s***, the everyday mentality
They charged up, don't make me put in the battery

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

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Hooligans Don'T Fall In Love - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Hooligans Don'T Fall In Love
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Vagabonds don't fall in love
They just wheel and they deal
So if I turn a funny color when you kiss me
I can't help the way that I feel

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just break up others lives
So when I come to you on bended knee
Don't forget my twenty other wives

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

Make your cart, you get to the start
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart

Gangsters don't fall in love
They just roam from town to town
So when we kiss and we hold and we whisper
Please, don't ever write it down

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just lie and they drink
So if you say, I won't say, 'I will'
Then I won't, I think

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

At last, you're straight and you make a new start
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart

But all in all, we're not so bad
We never take from our own kind
Bad's quite good when it's all you've ever had
And no bloody good sounds quite refined

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Buzzbomb - Lyrics - Plastic Surgery Disasters - Dead Kennedys

Title: Buzzbomb
Album: Plastic Surgery Disasters
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Eric R Boucher, Raymond John Pepperell

Lyric:
Buzzbomb buzzbomb
Macho mobile
The road's my slave
That's how I feel

I cruise alone
I cruise real far
I don't love you
I love my car

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Cross Nevada
At a hundred and ten, Highway Fifty
And there's nobody there
Sign says, "Next sign thirty miles"

I work all week, each penny saved
(Oh)
Buys more escape from home
(Oh)
I'd rather cruise around all day
(Oh)
Than save up for a move

Plow through the rest area of San O Lets
Splat goes the
Lonely salesman
Wanking in the men's room

Buzzbomb Buzzbomb
Tape up loud
Blue piss clinging to my windshield
Faster faster in my car oh

Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
(Oh)
King of the trailer court
(Oh)
Waiting for the perfect chick
(Oh)
Who'll love me for my car

I tell her, Why I'm cool?
She coos back just what I like
When I pretend she's near

Zip through Ely
Where Pat Nixon was born
The cops 'round here sure looking bored
Flashing sirens State Patrol

They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job
(Oh)
Shooting out my tires
(Oh)
Ain't no way to go to heaven
(Oh)
Buzzbomb cornered at the Seven Eleven

Aah Ooh
He he

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Holligans Don'T Fall In Love - Lyrics - Beautiful South The

Title: Holligans Don'T Fall In Love
Artist: Beautiful South The
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Vagabonds don't fall in love
They just wheel and they deal
So if I turn a funny color when you kiss me
I can't help the way that I feel

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just break up others lives
So when I come to you on bended knee
Don't forget my twenty other wives

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

Make your cart, you get to the start
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart

Gangsters don't fall in love
They just roam from town to town
So when we kiss and we hold and we whisper
Please, don't ever write it down

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just lie and they drink
So if you say, I won't say, 'I will'
Then I won't, I think

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

At last, you're straight and you make a new start
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart

But all in all, we're not so bad
We never take from our own kind
Bad's quite good when it's all you've ever had
And no bloody good sounds quite refined

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Wonderful Waste - Lyrics - Verve Pipe

Title: Wonderful Waste
Artist: Verve Pipe
Composer(s): Doug Corella, Donny Brown, A.J. Dunning, Brian Vander Ark, Adam Schlesinger

Lyric:
Could you go any slower?
You're such a church goer
Got the home field advantage
And all that you can manage
Is to stay home drinking
The thought of it is bringing me down

Could you go any faster?
The night is a disaster
'Cause you call with little warning
Gotta work in the morning
With a head that's ringing
The thought of it is bringing me down

We've come this far
And the worst case scenario
We're back in the car
And cranking up the stereo

You're a wonderful waste
Memory erased, easily replaced
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a slap on the wrist
You'll hardly be missed, give me one more kiss
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time

It's ten years later
You're still a fornicator
Got the home field advantage
All that kids that you can manage
And your trunk of returnables
Is weighing your convertible down

Could you go any slower?
You're such a church goer
'Cause you call with little warning
Gotta work in the morning
With a phone that's ringing
And the thought of it is bringing me down

We've come this far
And the worst case scenario
We're back in the car
And cranking up the stereo

You're a wonderful waste
Memory erased, easily replaced
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a slap on the wrist
You'll hardly be missed, give me one more kiss
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time
What a wonderful waste of time

And all you can manage
The home field advantage
As long as you're willing
To pay for the damage

We've come this far
And the worst case scenario
We're back in the car
And cranking up the stereo

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

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I'Ll Never Do Better Than You - Lyrics - George Canyon

Title: I'Ll Never Do Better Than You
Artist: George Canyon
Composer(s): Tony Martin, Clint Daniels

Lyric:
Some day I'm gonna drive me a faster car
Park in front of a house with a bigger yard

Well, I'm gonna break my back, I'm gonna bust my tail
Taking everything, another notch upscale
I won't fail

But I'll never ever do better than you
When it comes to your love, baby
I've already done the best I can do, it's so true
I'll never ever do better than you

And one day I'm gonna hit a little bigger lick
And I'll bring you home an even bigger check

One morning fortune's gonna smile on me
I'm gonna go even higher than I aim to be
Wait and see

But I'll never ever do better than you
When it comes to your love, baby
I've already done the best I can do, girl, it's so true
I'll never ever do better than you

No, I'll never ever do better than you
When it comes to your love, baby
I've already done the best I can do, oh, it's so true
I'll never ever do better than you

Oh, there's nothing better than you
Never better than you

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You'Re Gonna Get Yours - Lyrics - Public Enemy

Title: You'Re Gonna Get Yours
Artist: Public Enemy
Composer(s): James Henry Boxley, C Ridenhour

Lyric:
Ooh chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off

In this corner with the 98
Subject of suckers object of hate
Who's the one some think is great
I'm that one, son of a gun
Drivin' by, wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
They know not to come 'cause they all get some

Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane
Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain
Caught in my smoke, all they did was choke
Look at my spokes, you know I'm no joke
Out that window, middle finger for all
Jealous at my ride, stereo and black walls
Suckers they got the nerve and gall
To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall

Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours

Pullin' away every day leavin' you in the dust
So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip
And 5-O tailin' on my tip
Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame
This episode is always the same
Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind
All left back trailin' my behind

I go faster cops try to shoot me
They'll get theirs when they try to get me
I'll let it go, my turbo
Run, I'm in the river 'cause they're movin' too slow
Laughin' hard at their attempt
So what if the judge charged me contempt
I'd run my boomerang 'cause I'm feelin' proud
An' I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud

Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours

Cruisin' down the boulevard
I treated like some superstar
You know the time so don't look hard
Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car
All you suckers in the other ride
Wherever I'm comin' get you my side
My 98 is tough to chase
If you're on my tail better watch your face

Smoke is comin' when I burn
Rubber when my wheels turn
A tinted window so super bad
Lookin' like the car the green hornet had
It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack
It's the reason I left them back
It's the reason all the people say
My 98 - O blows 'em all away

My 98 Oldsmobile is
My 98 Oldsmobile's so
My 98 Oldsmobile is
My 98 Oldsmobile's like

Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours

Understand, I don't drive drunk
My 98's fly, I don't drive no junk
No cop gotta a right to call me a punk
Take this ticket go to hell and stick it
Put me on a kick butt line up, times up
This government needs a tune up
I don't know what's happenin' what's up?
Gun in my chest, I'm under arrest

Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me
So I got my crew and posse
Took their girls and got them to thrill me
Stepped outside, got in my ride
Drove them around an' I looked around town
Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down
They didn't get me and that's the truth
'Cause the 98-O is bullet proof

My 98 Oldsmobile's so
My 98 Oldsmobile is
My 98 Oldsmobile's so
My 98 Oldsmobile's like

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The Patience Of A Saint - Lyrics - Electronic

Title: The Patience Of A Saint
Artist: Electronic
Composer(s): Chris Lowe, Bernard Sumner, Neil Tennant, Johnny Marr

Lyric:
Talking of my attributes, the things I do so well
As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell
I've lived up here, I've been down there, I've bought so I could sell
And if I drove a faster car, I'd drive it bloody well
How could I change? I live without restraint

And I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint

Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one
I may disagree with you but look where you've come from
And all that you've got, I thought that I would faint

But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint

I'm talking to myself, talking to myself
I'm talking to the one that I know best
Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell
Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint

But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint

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Rockstar - Lyrics - Miley Cyrus

Title: Rockstar
Artist: Miley Cyrus
Composer(s): Jeannie Lurie, Chen Neeman, Aristedis Archontis

Lyric:
Yeah, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah

Sometimes I walk a little faster
In the school hallway just to get next to you
Some days I spend a little extra time
In the morning just to impress you

Guess you don't notice, guess you don't need this
Sad, you're not seeing what you're missing
On the outside shying away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
I might even be a rock star

Sometimes I wish when the phone rings
That it would be you saying, "Let's hang out"
Then you confess that there's something special
In between us, why don't we find out

You don't know me, guess you don't need me
Why you're not seein' what you're missin'
On the outside shyin' away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
If you only knew the real me
I might even be a rock star
I'm telling you that we are meant to be

Now wouldn't it be nice if you could see
That I really am a rock star
Yeah yeah, woo
Yeah I really am a rock star

Ha, a rock star

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

Rockin' it wherever we are, yeah yeah
'Cause I really am a rock star
'Cause I really am a rock star
I am a rock star, whoa, yeah!

Goodnight everybody!

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Rock Star - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus - Hannah Montana

Title: Rock Star
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Jeannie Lurie, Chen Neeman, Aristedis Archontis

Lyric:
Yeah, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah

Sometimes I walk a little faster
In the school hallway just to get next to you
Some days I spend a little extra time
In the morning just to impress you

Guess you don't notice, guess you don't need this
Sad, you're not seeing what you're missing
On the outside shying away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
I might even be a rock star

Sometimes I wish when the phone rings
That it would be you saying, "Let's hang out"
Then you confess that there's something special
In between us, why don't we find out

You don't know me, guess you don't need me
Why you're not seein' what you're missin'
On the outside shyin' away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
If you only knew the real me
I might even be a rock star
I'm telling you that we are meant to be

Now wouldn't it be nice if you could see
That I really am a rock star
Yeah yeah, woo
Yeah I really am a rock star

Ha, a rock star

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

Rockin' it wherever we are, yeah yeah
'Cause I really am a rock star
'Cause I really am a rock star
I am a rock star, whoa, yeah!

Goodnight everybody!

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Trashed - Lyrics - Born Again - Black Sabbath

Title: Trashed
Album: Born Again
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): W.T. Ward, Anthony Iommi, Terence Butler, Ian Gillan

Lyric:
It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car

And I was going down the track
About a hundred and five
They had the stopwatch rolling
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive
And yet my mind was blowing
I drank a bottle of Tequila and I felt real good
But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn
I went off exploring

I knew I wouldn't make it
The car just wouldn't make it
I was turning, the tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye

I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way
I had the wheels in motion
There was Peter and the Greenfly laughing like drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring, I was at Brands Hatch
In my imagination
At the canal turn, I hit an oily patch
Inebriation

I knew I wouldn't make it
The car just wouldn't make it
I was turning, the tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye

Ooh, Mr Miracle, you saved me from some pain
I thank you, Mr Miracle, I won't get trashed again
Ooh, can you hear my lies?
Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes?

I was turning, the tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye

Ooh, Mr Miracle, you saved me from some pain
I thank you, Mr Miracle, I won't get trashed again
Ooh, can you hear my lies?
Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes?

We went to the bar and hit the bottle again
But there was no tequila
Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains
'Cause there was no tequila
As we drank a little faster at the top of our hill
We began to roll
And as we got trashed, we were laughing still
Oh bless my soul

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Rock Star (Remix) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party - Hannah Montana

Title: Rock Star (Remix)
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Jeannie Lurie, Chen Neeman, Aristedis Archontis

Lyric:
Yeah, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah

Sometimes I walk a little faster
In the school hallway just to get next to you
Some days I spend a little extra time
In the morning just to impress you

Guess you don't notice, guess you don't need this
Sad, you're not seeing what you're missing
On the outside shying away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
I might even be a rock star

Sometimes I wish when the phone rings
That it would be you saying, "Let's hang out"
Then you confess that there's something special
In between us, why don't we find out

You don't know me, guess you don't need me
Why you're not seein' what you're missin'
On the outside shyin' away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
If you only knew the real me
I might even be a rock star
I'm telling you that we are meant to be

Now wouldn't it be nice if you could see
That I really am a rock star
Yeah yeah, woo
Yeah I really am a rock star

Ha, a rock star

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

Rockin' it wherever we are, yeah yeah
'Cause I really am a rock star
'Cause I really am a rock star
I am a rock star, whoa, yeah!

Goodnight everybody!

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