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Needy Edie
02:20
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Why so eager to please?
It's like some kind of disease
Why so eager to please?
Look like a fool on your knees
I don't know, what you were told
We know it's for sure
Get out and go
I don't really like you
There's nothing you can do
Take them presents away
I won't be bought any day
I don't know, what you were told
We know it's for sure
Get out and go
Needy Edie, why you so greedy?
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2. |
I Didn't See a Thing
02:25
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Oops he fell down the stairs
I didn't see a thing, officer I swear
Oops he fell down the stairs
with just one push I answered my own prayers
Everyday was agony
A liability you see
Constantly antagonizing
Selfish whining blubberizing
Deliberately patronizing
Never gave me a damn about me
If they ever blame me
Won't care I'll finally be free
If I do a prison sentence
Won't compare to lifelong penance
Locked away I had no presence
Finally I found the key
He just (giggle) fell down the stairs
I caressed his temples as I blindfolded his head
I stepped him over to the top of the steps
I kissed him on the cheek
And punched him in the gut
Then I sent him on a tumble - thud, thud, thud
Crack broke his neck as I smiled from ear to ear
But I didn't see a thing officer I swear
I didn't see a thing officer I swear
Constantly antagonizing
Selfish whining blubberizing
Deliberately patronizing
Never gave me a damn about me
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Psycho
02:36
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We were inseparable you and me
Suddenly all I hear are desperate pleas
Anger me with your selfish needs
Then you lie to me and you make me scream
You bring out
You bring out
You bring out the psycho in me
You bring out
You bring out
You bring out the psycho in me
Psycho oh no
Psycho
Psycho personality
You have the most painful sounding whine
Make me wanna go more deaf or maybe even blind
Better keep your distance from me
If you wanna stay alive
Don't wake the beast in me
You bring out
You bring out
You bring out the psycho in me
You bring out
You bring out
You bring out the psycho in me
Psycho oh no
Psycho
Psycho personality
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4. |
Booze Talkin'
02:46
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I don't remember what I said
Oh, it must've been the booze talkin'
I don't remember what I did
It must've been the booze talkin'
I remember last Saturday night
I had my drink on, I was doing all right
They say I was talkin, was talkin' some trash but
it's all cool, I had the right amount of sass
Some jerk comes along, and tells my friends to get lost
Well, I stood up to him, and I showed him who's boss and. .
I got drunk and
I threw a punch and
That's how the story goes. . . .
I don't remember what I said
Oh, it must've been the booze talkin'
I don't remember what I did
It must've been the booze talkin'
When I woke up after last Saturday night
My head was pounding, my stomach was tight
They say I was mouthing off to everyone who came by
and I threw a punch at some 6-foot tall guy?
I threw a punch and it didn't end well
My hand is swollen and I feel like hell and. . .
I got drunk and
I threw a punch and
That's how the story goes. . . .
I don't remember what I said
It must've been the booze talkin'
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Evil Annie New Jersey
Evil Annie and the Ants are a rock n' roll killing machine fueled by injustice, gasoline and beer. Greasier than a bucket of fried chicken.
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