1. |
Good Morning, Sunshine
04:08
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Your waking tell is loud as hell
Here's another day
Still closed flowers
The sun won't rise for three hours
The screams, the wails, the blackboard nails
I should run away
But i'll stay and stew
And i'll scream too like a child
Good morning sunshine
Really mean it this time
Good morning sunshine
I'm sorry i cracked
Good morning sunshine
Good morning sunshine
And i know in good time
You'll get me back...
Like groundhog day, there's hell to pay
Fore the crack of dawn
I wipe an ass, a nose, a scratch
With a smile
By hour ten i've spent my zen
Like i will today
By nine, i'm out on the couch
Or out on the tiles
Good morning sunshine
Really mean it this time
Good morning sunshine
I'm sorry i cracked
Good morning sunshine
Good morning sunshine
And i know in good time
You'll get me back...
You'll see for yourself at some point
All joy but no fun
It's enough to do the head in of anyone
Good morning sunshine
Really mean it this time
Good morning sunshine
I'm sorry i cracked
Good morning sunshine
Good morning sunshine
And i know in good time
You'll get me back...
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2. |
Avoid the Minefield
04:26
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I try to tell you but I fear it's too on the nose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
You could fairly claim me as dysfunctional verbose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
I'd be better off
With letters sent
'Cause when you're right there in front of me I
Keep repeating "that isn't what I meant"
I'll keep my pencil sharp
My inkwell filled
And with any luck
Avoid the minefield
I beat around the bush you sense my aims morose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
I open a hydrant
All I needed was a garden hose
So I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
And I turn it round, round, turn it round turn it round
Until it ain't even close
I'd be better off
With letters sent
'Cause when you're right there in front of me I
Keep repeating "that isn't what I meant"
I'll keep my pencil sharp
My inkwell filled
And with any luck
Avoid the minefield
Avoid the minefield
Avoid the minefield
Avoid the minefield
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3. |
Bit of a Dick
04:53
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Mother has always said that I'm special
Bound to live up to all my potential
I've undershot that, too big of a trick
For my disappointment I'm a bit of a dick
Nice to see you my friend I'll have one if you're buying
Inevitably I'll soon give up trying
I'll nod and I'll smile and I'll send you off quick
No demands on my time I'm just a bit of a dick
I'll rally your cause while acutely impacted
Before too long I'm aloof and distracted
Me and donations we don't really click
For that reason and more I'm a bit of a dick
I promised you once that i would never stop trying
I was selling it straight, you were eagerly buying
Didn't mean to renege or to welch or rescind
But my faith is firm as a piss in the wind
My heart was once full and alive and exploding
Before degradations of time came corroding
The fireworks oh they eventually dampen
It's a soggy and sodden mud yard to camp in
At scant provocation I'm kicking and screaming
Lust for revenge sends me raging and scheming
You've done nothing wrong, just a crumb that you've nicked
There's no excuse I'm just a bit of a dick
I'll covet your love and then play it so careless
Leave you hungry and sleepless and manic and hairless
Take care of myself, leave you tired and sick
There's no way around it, I'm a bit of a dick
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A golden boy, on the scene
Where no other Reno kid had ever been
Iron lungs, panache in spades
But men are cruel, they draw their blades
It never hurts any less but you get fast
Don't let the little things, Greg, chap your ass
It never hurts any less but you get fast
Don't sweat the little things, Greg
Across pond, to some shit hole
Just you and Kath, in a French fishbowl
Buckshot and badgers too
Better leave you strong, or they'll have you
It never hurts any less but you get fast
Don't let the little things, Greg, chap your ass
It never hurts any less but you get fast
Don't sweat the little things, Greg
So pure, that's how you've gotta live it
But when the other guy's domestiques
Have you on the rivet
It's not you to just wallow in the mire
Take a bite of the apple or retire
Now it never hurts and less but you get fast
Don't let the little things, Greg, chap your ass
Don't let the little things, Greg, chap your ass
Don't let the little things, Greg, chap your ass
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5. |
Better December
04:19
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A better December
And I'm so grateful
So much less heartache
Not a bit hateful
We needed a change
We brought the goods
We worked like fiends to make it out of the woods
And have a better December
Last year was such a mess
I was out of control
You could barely dress yourself
Now we'll frolic in snow
We'll melt the frost
Sip from the top shelf
Ignore the cost
When we look back
We won't remember
The things we lacked
Or a better
A Better December
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The Bret Tobias Set Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
i write the songs that make a few dudes sing.
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