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Get In the Van
02:20
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I said get in the van!
We're hanging with the band!
Going to a show
Nobody we know
We're gonna start a fight
In Montana tonight
Woah
Woah
Woah
I wanna hit the road
Columbia Falls
Sleepin at the bar
Now Kalispell
Nazi go to Hell
Down Idaho in Pocatello
What a way to go
Woah
Woah
Woah
I wanna hit the road
Highway Interstate
1610 am I gonna be late
Highway Interstate
1610 am I gonna be late
Highway Interstate
1610 am I gonna be late
Highway Interstate
1610!.....I said get in the van
I said get in the van
I said get in the van
I said get in the van
Woah
Woah
Woah
II said get in the van
I said get in the van
I said get in the van
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2. |
Cut Those Ties
03:17
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Everybody's born with scissors in their hands
And they tuck 'em away and do the best that they can
To smile and to be nice and to make new friends
Never to say goodbye never reaching the end
With a toothy grin I push back in my mind
Thoughts of punching in your face as I read between the lines
Cuz somewhere along the way, subdued by omission
I forgot that I had scissors, to free me from prison
Cut those ties
Leave 'em behind
Quit reading what you read
They would have left you for dead
Cut those ties
They crossed a line
Quit believing what they said
They would have left you for dead
Kids will all learn that Santa's not real
There are people to fear who murder rape and steal
But it's harder to see when looking at yourself
The ones who you are closest to are ruining your health
Sorrys and favors make up for what they lack
But excuses can never bridge a ten-mile gap
Family bonds can be strong
But if handcuffs are slippery blood frees you to move on
Cut those ties
Leave 'em behind
Quit reading what you read
They would have left you for dead
Cut those ties
They crossed a line
Quit believing what they said
They would have left you for dead
x3
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3. |
Stayin' Alive
03:19
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Well you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around since I was born
You know it's alright, it's okay
You can look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Time's effect on a man
Whether you're a Brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breaking and everybody's shaking
We're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Stayin' alive
Well now I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I can try
Wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancing man, no time to lose
It's alright, it's okay
We live to see another day
We can try to understand
The New York Time's effect on a man
Whether you're a Brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breaking and everybody's shaking
We're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Stayin' alive
Life's going nowhere, somebody help me
Life's going nowhere, somebody help me
Life's going nowhere, somebody help me yeah
Well you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around since I was born
You know it's alright, it's okay
You can look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Time's effect on a man
Whether you're a Brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breaking and everybody's shaking
We're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Stayin' alive
Life's going nowhere, somebody help me
Life's going nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
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High school sports on the television
Down to Mexico on a Bible mission
No! I won't work the weekend
Find another chump, Imma sleep in
Do hard time or join the army?
Bottoms up! Ain't life a party
Our gas station chicken
Is better than yours
Our gas station chicken
Is better than yours
Roll a big rock right down a hillside
Don't need a doctor, I'll be fine
Taco stand raided by the Feds
Gotta find another place to buy my meds
Driving at night, playing submarine
Getting too drunk at Little League!
Our gas station chicken is better than yours
The school's been falling down since '94
Every little building has a parking lot
But we got good chicken and we serve it up hot
Our gas station chicken is better than yours
We got a secret sauce and we make it in store
You think you got it better than there's the door
Cuz we got a secret sauce and we make it in store
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