Lyrics

Boys Are for Fighting New York Friend
Broken Parts The Red Light is On
Bullets in the Gun September Girls Still Want You
California Sun What’s to Come…
Good Day You’re So Lucky
Let Me In

Boys Are for Fighting

The taxi is warm outside
The trees are too bare for spring
I want to climb back to my bed
September has come and gone
And no one can tell me why
His yearbook ink was
Barely dry

Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away
Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away

His sister’s asleep inside
Too early for phones to ring
I’d go back to save you
But its way too late

Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away
Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away

And all the pictures and letters
Are filling up space
Blinking out tears at a blank TV face
And they’re sorry
And they’ll prey for me

Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away
Don’t be the last boy to die for
Cowards who lie when they prey

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Broken Parts

I’ll keep driving round with you for hours
Staring out the window as
Heaven’s pouring down
Cause there’s you – terrified of fate
And me – magnitized by someone else’s pain

I swear it on
My heart of hearts
But I don’t want to
He was made of broken parts
And I don’t want to
If it’s the next best thing to goodbye
I don’t want to go home

I keep thinking our luck’s gonna change
Mountains move, sun rounds the earth
Reason fades away
With you – the movie never ends
And me – lining up again

I swear it on
My heart of hearts
But I don’t want to
He was made of broken parts
And I don’t want to
If it’s the next best thing to goodbye
I don’t want to go home

There are better things to do
Then to mess around with you

I swear it on
My heart of hearts
But I don’t want to
He was made of broken parts
And I don’t want to
If it’s the next best thing to goodbye
I don’t want to go home

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Bullets in the Gun

Turn down the sonnets
Turn up the rockets
We’re all sinners now
Never fit in the mall life
Check-your-look-in-the-hall life
The teacher, the preacher
They love you until you’re down

Get used to it…
Suicide in stereo

Don’t wanna be a dead man walking
But I never make promises
Could be just the sunshine talking
But I don’t wanna hear about it when you put the
Bullets in the gun

Don’t kill your TV
Get with me and get free
Cause nothing else is true
Baby, can you see me?
On your borrowed flat screen
The shakers, the makers
They’ve had enough of you

I’m used to it…
Static on the stereo

I’ve never been a dead man walking
I never made promises
It could be the sunshine talking
And I don’t wanna know about it
When you put the bullet in the gun

And I’m too high to cry
And I’m too dumb to care
Yeah, I’m too high to cry

Don’t wanna be a dead man walking
But I’ll never make promises
Could be it’s just the sunshine talking
But I don’t want to hear about it
I don’t want to hear about it…

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California Sun

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

I do Pet Sounds loud on a sunny day
My top down fast on the PCH
I don’t care what else I gotta do
I’ve got you…

Wind in our hair
And the sun on our backs
No phone, no suits
No mail, no facts
You don’t care where else you gotta be
You’ve got me

And we’ll run, baby run
All the places we’re from
And we’ll all be someone…
In the California sun…

Let’s take Tuesday off for a Saturday drive
Our friends back home are shivering
And we don’t care if all of it’s a lie
Nice is fine

And we’ll run, baby run
All the places we’re from
And we’ll all be someone…
In the California sun…
In the California sun…

The boys and the babes,
The memory haze
We’ll never go back
We’ll never escape
The long summer days
The love and the hate…
Ooh, ooh, ooh

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Good Day

Made my decision
I’ll face the sunny side head-on
I had a vision
Of what might be like…

To reach the axis
I’m spinning at my turning point
And it’s all madness
But it’s just in time

It’s a good day
For peace signs and good byes
For candy apple grey
I’m gonna feel the sand between my toes
It’s a good day
For letting go

I’m bored and aimless
I’m dusting off my souvenirs
Of love and hate and life
And jealousy and tears
I’ve packed my suitcase
But I’m still waiting for your call
La la la la la

It’s a good day
For jumping a turn style
It’s a good day
For the top down on that road
It’s time for me to tell you what I know
It’s a good day for letting go…

Waiting’s not my cup of tea
Frame my life in Fleur de lys
How come no one ever tells you how?

It’s a good day – for blue skies and brown eyes
It’s a good day – for rolling down a hill
It’s a good day – for playing the b-sides
And my good day gets better still

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Let Me In

Counting billboard signs
And girls in Jesus chic
The deserted minds
Still I feel like the freak
Who can do no right
If I’m sinking into sand
Drive a thousand miles
To get away

Here I go…
Open road…
Radio playing “California Girls”
But I’m not even close
To the way I want to
Fit in to my skin
Let me in…

Well I hit the shift with Reno on my mind
The morning chill and daffodil
High desert does me right
Then the day sets in
And I’m in LA again
And I got no time to lay around

Here I go…
Open road…
Radio playing “California Girls”
But I’m not even close
To the way I want to
Fit into my skin
Let me in…

Find a nick name and I try it on for size
Hitting shitty towns along the 405
To get away, change my name
But I’m still the same

Here I go…
Open road…
Radio playing “California Girls”
But I’m not even close
To the way I wanna fit
On your list
Of what went wrong
Now it’s time to move along
Dirty knees
Seventeen was a long, long time
It won’t come back again
Let me in

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New York Friend

What, what is it worth?
Carrying words
Far across to shaky ground
Love is a curse
I never learned
Where to put the weight down

It’s raining in California
And there’s nothing left to think about…

So I’m off to the race again
(and I’m going places)
I can remember when
(sea of pretty faces)
I could find a NY friend

When I got on a plane,
Got me a drink
Suddenly I’m settled down
I should have known
That everything
Would turn up in the lost and found

It’s happy in California
And there’s nothing left to talk about…

So I’m off to the race again
(and I’m getting nowhere)
I can remember when
(the world was turning slower)
I could find a NY friend

It’s bad, it’s nice – It’s cold as ice
I can’t let go – I paid my price
The new machine – is so pristine
It’s not the ends – But in between…

I’m off to the race again
I can remember when
I could find a NY friend

So, do what you’re told
There’s plenty of souls
Waiting the universe

It’s raining in California
And there’s nothing left to think about…

I’m off to the race again
I can remember when
I could find a NY friend

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The Red Light is On

I’m – gonna sit back and watch the movie for a while
Cause the happy ending always makes me smile

Give me a make out scene
Give me a shallow stream
You’re a dissolving dream

I don’t know why the dealers are the healers
I don’t know why you do the things you’ve done
And what goes around can surely come around
When the red light’s on
When the red light’s on

You never come around unless you get blues
You never get me but you got me so confused
And if you start again,
I’ll always be that kind of friend
Who let’s you down in the end

I don’t know why the dealers are the healers
I don’t know why you do the things you’ve done
And what goes around can surely come around
When the red light’s on
When the red light’s on

Making an entrance
Like the golden child
I’ll never understand what drives them wild
If what goes around will surely come around
You’re in trouble now

I don’t know why the dealers are the healers
I don’t know why you do the things you’ve done
And what goes around can surely come around
When the red light’s on
When the red light is on

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September Girls Still Want You

Gather up your children
Tale of Alex Chilton
Remember days of paper cranes and dust
Sentimental for
One I never saw
That sanctified illusion died
Before we were born

And it’s over
But it haunts you
When September girls still want you
You can’t shake it
You can’t leave it
And September girls still want you even now

Turning summer golden
Somewhere back in Boston
So take a seat, it’s 1993
Drunk and teary eyed
Time is on my side
Oh, yes it is
Oh, yes it is, it’s
Why I’m alive….

Cause it’s over
And it haunts you
When September girls still want you
You can’t shake it
You can’t leave it
And September girls still want you even now

And the crowd was in line
When the taxi pulls up outside
Through the feedback and fuzz
From that old Vibrolux of mine
There were drinks at the bar
There was smoke in my starry eyes

And it’s over
But it haunts you
When September girls still want you
You can’t shake it
You can’t leave it
And September girls still want you even now

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What’s to Come…

There you are…
Spinning on a carousel
Nine years old and
You could tell
There’s gravity then…
There you are
Standing on the 7 train
The world flies through the windowpane
And you’re just passing by
Open your eyes…

Hey – you never know what’s to come
You never know what’s to come
Til it’s too late
Shooting rubber bands at the sun
You never know what’s to come in this life

I’m 9 again
Pretending I know everything
I jumped off from the highest bar
And took so long to land
It’s out of my hands
Hey – you never know what’s to come
You never know what’s to come
Til it’s too late
Shooting rubber bands at the sun
You never know what’s to come…

Once in a while you guess it right
But most of the time you’re flying blind

Hey – you never know what’s to come
You never know what’s to come
Until it’s too wait
And you walk when you should run
You never know what’s to come
Hey – you never know what’s to come
You never know what’s to come
Til it’s too late
Shooting rubber bands at the sun
You never know what’s to come in this life

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You’re So Lucky

I’m willing
I’m waiting to get in line
Shooting and missing
Half the time
It’s all right
It’s not over,
I can clean up nice…
And so this waiting feeling’s fine

Call it your day
Call it your year
Feels like it’s all down hill from here
One skipping ball, one spinning wheel
And we’ll be fine
Maybe you’re charmed
But you’re not free
Until you failing famously
And you’re lucky
You’re so lucky

You have it
Your habits
And I’ve got mine
From Bristol to Vegas
In half the time
Deep breathing
Keep dreaming (of)
Winner’s circle lights
Because the waiting feels like fire

Baby, it’s your day
Baby, it’s your year
Maybe it’s all down hill from here
One skipping ball, one spinning wheel
And we’ll be fine
Maybe you’re charmed
Maybe you’re not free
Until you’re failing famously
And you’re lucky