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Unity a specialty surrounded by a mass
Individuality the sound of breaking glass
Insulated by the boys never face a threat
Try to argue with our logic see what you will
Strength in numbers, power in a crowd
Strength in numbers, noise is getting loud
Strength in numbers, go with the rest
Strength in numbers, never leave the nest
Gimme modern problems I get lost in a crowd
Friends, peers, family for a modern shroud
Eat up all the gossip and we go for current trends
Who needs independence when you got a lot of
Strength in numbers, power in a crowd
Strength in numbers, noise is getting loud
Strength in numbers, go with the rest
Strength in numbers, never leave the nest
Mother raised a snake a void responsibility
I lack a solid will and I lack integrity
Teenage confusions send me to the huddled flock
You think I'm ready for the world you're in for quite a shock
My insecurity leads me to dress like this, hang out here
Put this music in your ear
Individuality, so frightening to the crowd
Strength in numbers, power in a crowd
Strength in numbers, noise is getting loud
Strength in numbers, go with the rest
Strength in numbers, never leave the nest
Songwriters: Kimm Gardener / Mike Magrann
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We are the scientists in the lab
Looking through a microscope
The little glass slides they never lie
How can this small mind cope?
I've never seen anything like it before
This amoeba's got a mind of it's own
But don't turn your back you stupid science world
This is reaching for the telephone
Amoeba!
Amoeba!
Amoeba!
Amoeba!
Amoeba!
Amoeba
Amoeba!
Amoeba!
A one celled creature, a one celled thing
It hardly knows it's alive
You're better off dead if you only knew
Your growing life is taking a dive
I've never seen anything like it before
This amoeba's got a mind of it's own
But don't turn your back you stupid science world
This is reaching for the telephone
Amoeba!
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They can make things worse for me
Sometimes I'd rather die
They can tell me lots of things
But I can't see eye to eye
Ah, I know they know the way I think
I know they always will
But someday I'm gonna change my mind
Sometimes I'd rather kill
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
Ah, things seem so much different now
The scene has died away
I haven't got a steady job
And I've got no place to stay
Well, it's a futuristic modern world
But things aren't what they seem
Someday you better wake up
From this stupid fantasy
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
Aaah!
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
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Things don't seem to be as easy
As they used to be
It's getting harder every day
To think of better things to say
About what's going on around you
And what's happening inside you
When it's time to change you won't know how
It won't matter years from now
No matter what you think or do or say
Everything turns grey
This is it, the darkest hour
Isn't it depressing how our
Minds create an atmosphere
That won't happen here
Unless we make some new demands
To grasp the future in our hands
You know I wish I could but it's too late
For senseless minds that love to hate
No matter what they think or do or say
Everything turns grey
No matter what they think or do or say
Everything turns grey
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In the heat of the summer
Better call up the plumber
And turn on the street pump
To cool me off
With your newspaper writers
And your big crime fighters
You still need a drugstore
To cure my cough
Running wild in the streets
We got a gang called Shady
And a midnight lady
And two transvestites
To beat the band
You better not touch us
You best believe us
Your teenage Johnny's
Gonna be a man
Runnin' wild in the streets
Mrs. America
Tell me how is your favorite son?
Do you really care
What he has done?
Runnin' wild in the streets
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I'm sick of colored hair
Don't care about what you wear
I hate the things I see
Don't care about anarchy
I'm sick of boring bands
Rock stars and all their fans
The new wave overtones
And all the leather jacket clones
I'm so bored of you (and you)
I'm sick of pins and chains
Hard drugs and dizzy brains
I'm sick of cheap romance
People who never dance
I'm sick of all the punks
The poseurs and the punks
The stupid things they've done
I'm getting sick of everyone
I'm so bored of you
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That girl, she said I feel used and dead
She whispered “I love you”, pretended I was asleep
Deep down, I feel confused, me usual
Late nights, soft lights - What’s it all mean?
Well, there’s plenty to see
There’s plenty to learn
Without questioning life at every turn
Life means more than the meaning of life
Deep inside all the questions still burn
That man, in black, said “kneel, bow to that
If you want some answers, here read this book”
I went, I heard - My prayers were never answered
I know those prayers by heart, but I forgot the words
Well, there’s plenty to see - There’s plenty to learn
Without questioning life at every turn
Life means more than the meaning of life
Deep inside all the questions still burn
I didn’t know
And I still don’t know
But I just gotta know
And I didn’t know
And I still don’t know
I guess I’ll never know
What, then, can we do?
What’s left to see us through?
Maybe I’m the wrong one, but I can’t wait too long
What’s real to me - What feels good now to me
I can hold a bottle, but I - I can’t touch love
Well, there’s plenty to see - There’s plenty to learn
Without questioning life at every turn
Life means more than the meaning of life
Deep inside all the questions still burn
I didn’t know
And I still don’t know
But I just gotta know
And I didn’t know
And I still don’t know
I guess I’ll never know
That girl, she said I feel used and dead
She whispered “I love you”, pretended I was asleep
Deep down, I feel confused, me usual
Late nights, soft lights - What’s it all mean?
Well, there’s plenty to see
There’s plenty to learn
Without questioning life at every turn
Life means more than the meaning of life
Deep inside all the questions still burn
I didn’t know
And I still don’t know
But I just gotta know
And I didn’t know
And I still don’t know
I guess I’ll never know
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City boy hit the downtown streets, be wise dont go it alone
Helping hand is at your fingertips, lock the door and pick up the phone
Dial 1 800 999 865 654 28, C.O.D through the UPS
Smith and Wesson magnum point 38
This punks got an equaliser, all it takes a little loot
Thats right your turn to hide, the shoes on the other foot
I got a gun, looking out for number one
I got a gun man. manslaughter can be fun
One bullet in the chamber six, your fate at the spin of a chance
My heaters got a real charm, gives death quite a touch of romance
Choose your weapon make your remove, get your target right in your sight
Simple squeeze and a sudden shot, really brightens up a dead night
Now the boys are packing a piece, theres gonna be some changes made
Thats right out of the way, your gonna need a little first aid
I got a gun, looking out for number one
I got a gun man. manslaughter can be fun
I cant let informalities like human s**ualities
Reduce my own abilities, seduce my sensibilities
Think you'll have a heart attack, you really should have thought of that
Before you tried to play on through, I'm done I've f****** round
I got a gun, I got a gun man, looking out for number one
I got a gun. I got a gun man,
manslaughter can be fun, manslaughter can be fun
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Dear son, how’ve you been?
I got your card and the bottle of gin
What’s new, let me see
Seems there’s no love left between your mother and me
She gets half the house, I’m getting my share
Of half this life we’ve built in twenty-three years
But there’s no guilt, I’ve opened my cage
You’ll like my new girl, she’s about your age, oh yea
Can you blame me? Separate peace
I’ll do what’s right, what’s right for me
And I’ve found my separate peace
Understand me, can’t you see, I don’t care
And son, your mother’s just fine
I see her in the market from time to time
She got drunk, wrecked the car
Trying to get home from the corner bar
This life’s too cold to be straight
I guess a little drink, it helps her escape
She’s gave up, disillusioned in men
But in that little bottle she’s found a new friend
Can you blame me? Separate peace
Do what’s right, what’s right for me
And I’ve found my separate peace
Understand me, can’t you see, I don’t care
Understand me, can’t you see
Let me go, just set me free
Oh son, I almost forgot
Your brother left his body in a parking lot
I guess it happens all the time
These goddamn kids cross the needle and line
What happened, I can’t understand
He left so early, he was such a young man
Oh well, now he’s just gone
And are you coming home for the holidays, son? Oh yea
Can you blame me? Separate peace
Do what’s right, what’s right for me
And I’ve found my separate peace
Understand me, can’t you see
[x2]
I don’t care
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I've been waitin' by your window for three long nights
(Can't do it, I just can't do it)
Won't you come out baby, won't you make it all right
(Don't make me, just don't make me)
You say it ain't workin' but I must disagree
(Don't wanna, I just don't wanna)
Is something burning out here or is it just me?
(Don't wanna, I just don't wanna)
And you say you just won't do it
(Don't make me)
Well you say we're just good friends
(Can't do it)
But you know it happened once
(Don't wanna)
And you know it could happen again
You make me feel cheap
I've been thinkin' about you, girl
Since I met you last week
(Can't do it, I just can't do it)
I know it sounds cliche but I can't even sleep
(Don't make me, just don't make me)
You're actin' so cold and I'm feelin' like dying
(Don't wanna, I just don't wanna)
I can't believe you're giving up
You're not even trying
(Don't wanna, I just don't wanna)
And you say it's done and over
(Can't do it)
It was only for one night
(Don't make me)
But you're makin' me feel so cheap
(Don't wanna)
Don't you know that I'm not that kind of guy?
You make me feel cheap
And you say you just won't do it
(Can't do it)
Well you say we're just good friends
(Don't make me)
But you know it happened once
(Don't wanna)
And you know it could happen again
You make me feel cheap
Well, you told me I was special
And I swallowed that line
(Can't do it, I just can't do it)
You took what you wanted
But you won't give me mine
(Don't make me, just don't make me)
Now, I'm down and desperate
Won't you give me a hand
(Don't wanna, I just don't wanna)
Tell me I more than just a one night stand
(Don't wanna, I just don't wanna)
And you say it's done and over
(Can't do it)
It was only for one night
(Don't make me)
But you're makin' me feel so cheap
(Don't wanna)
Don't you know
That I'm not that kind of guy?
You make me feel cheap
You make me feel cheap
(Well, just one time)
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I'm a clean cut American kid
My mama raised me right, I ain't no skid
I got a job, I pull my own
Got a place I can call my home
I'm a clean cut American kid (Whoa)
Clean cut American kid (Whoa)
I'm a clean cut American kid (Whoa)
Clean cut American kid
I don't smoke and I don't drink
Use deodorant so I won't stink
Wear a white t-shirt under my clothes
Never fart or pick my nose
I'm a nice guy, I'm so polite
I turn the other cheek, I never fight
Take a bath everyday
And you can hear all the people say
What a clean cut American kid (Whoa)
Clean cut American kid (Whoa)
I'm a clean cut American kid (Whoa)
We're all clean cut
Clean cut American kid
Clean cut American kid
I'm a clean cut American kid
We're all clean cut American kids
Go fishing with my dad
You know I'm always such a happy lad
Go to bed every night at 10
Brush my teeth with a wide white grin
I'm a clean cut American kid (Whoa)
Clean cut American kid (Whoa)
I'm a clean cut American kid
We're all clean cut
Clean cut American kid (Whoa)
Clean cut American kid (Whoa)
I'm a clean cut American kid
We're all clean cut American kids
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Beverly Hills has begun to smell and Hollywood has gone to hell
Pimps and sluts, fruits and nuts you’ll find them there if you go nowhere
A nickel, a dime you want a good time
Pump em dump em they’re for the dogs
Cheap thrills on a Saturday night I don’t wanna have to put up a fight
Times have changed, minds are deranged, they’re no longer considered strange
That is why we’re gonna call it Beverlywood- Beverlywood- Beverlywood
Beverly Hills has begun to smell and Hollywood has gone to hell
Pimps and sluts, fruits and nuts you’ll find them there if you go nowhere
A nickel, a dime you want a good time
Pump em dump em they’re for the dogs
Cheap thrills on a Saturday night I don’t wanna have to put up a fight
That is why we’re gonna call it Beverlywood
Lyrics: Eric Leach
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released April 18, 2022
