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I woke up this morning,
Put the coffee on.
Looked out my window,
You won't believe what I saw.
UFOs, UFOs, yes it's true,
Coming from above for me and you.
Thought they came to destroy us,
Thought we'd be erased.
But they just came to race us,
In hot rods from outer space.
UFOs, UFOs, yes it's true,
Coming from above for me and you.
Now I’m a space person
Far as the eye can see.
In my interlactic
V8 Jaguar car.
UFOs, UFOs, yes it's true,
Coming from above for me and you.
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Texas Machete
02:41
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Heading down the interstate
At 1,000 miles per hour.
Need a beer, need a drink, need some booze,
I need to take a fuckin’ shower.
My mind ain't as sharp
As the machete in my hand.
Take one step closer, man,
Because we're making our last stand.
Texas machete
It’s the one I call my own
Texas machete
Leave your baseball bat at home
My mind ain't right,
In this darkest time of my life,
Take one step closer, man,
And I'll cut you with my knife.
Well my knife is big,
My knife is long.
Everything's bigger in Texas, baby,
So you'd better not do me wrong.
Texas machete
It’s the one I call my own
Texas machete
Leave your baseball bat at home
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Eat, Sleep, and Be Dead
01:51
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Gonna eat, gonna sleep, and I'm gonna be dead
Calm yourself down or you're gonna lose your head
Listen real close to the words that I've said
Your heart beats fast when it's filled with dread
Got my key in the keyhole, never looking back
When you're dressed in silver I'll be dressed in black
I don't wanna look behind because I'm right on track
Take a good look around 'cause you're never coming back
Eat, sleep, and be dead
Gonna eat, gonna sleep, and then I'm gonna die
Show up one of these days and make yourself cry
You only talk to me when the money's running dry
Step into the light now, don't be shy
Eat, sleep, and be dead
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No Coast
01:32
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Ain't got no coast,
But that don't mean that I can't shred.
Ain't got no coast,
But that don't mean...
Ain't got no palm trees,
But that don't mean we can't play surf.
Ain't got no palm trees,
But that don't mean...
Just because I wasn't born in California,
Don't mean I can't shred.
Seems to me that living and dying in California,
Is overrated.
Ain’t got no beach sand,
But that do mean that I can’t rock
Ain’t got no beach sand,
But that don’t mean...
Ain’t got no coast (no coast)
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Dying Out
02:35
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Leaking out oil, dying out fast
Waiting on hope, while sitting on our ass
Moods dying down after ragin up
Buckle up tight there buttercup
Tires don’t catch here anymore
Everyone’s fallin’ out the locked door
Exhaust is shootin’ out in the air
Nothing to look at in the rear view mirror
Records don't sound like they use to
The diners aren't as sweet as it use to...be
They don't run like they used to
Don't run like they used to
251 Acres for sale
Cars driving by, guitar on a pail
Ants biting hard, hope on the way
5 hours left till the end of the day
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The airwaves surge to life
as we drive through the dead of the night
It's midnight in America,
you're on the line
Tune in for ghouls and ghosts
It's more in tune than most
It's Coast to Coast
The line's gone dead,
signalling our impending end
We knew too much, they found us out,
and now they've shut the station down
Tune in for ghouls and ghosts
It's more in tune than most
It's Coast to Coast
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Big Black Cadillac
02:32
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God sent us his only son
To bring us rock and roll.
He sent us Elvis Christ
To save your everlasting soul.
A man cannot live,
On PBR alone.
Not since Mother Wanda came,
And rolled away the stone.
So grab your denim jacket
And slick your hair on back.
You won't like your destination
In a big, black, big black Cadillac.
God's only forgotten son
Is gonna drag you down to Hell.
His demon dogs and Cadillac
pronounce a devil's yell.
Despite all the booze,
He'll let you choose.
Between the righteous path and sin.
But all my heroes are down here, too.
I'd make the same mistakes again.
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(They Call Me) Jerry Lee
02:08
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Well I'm a rock and roller,
I'm a way out of controller, yeah.
I'm a teenage dream,
Shooting laser beams.
I'm God's will
Rolling in a Coupe Deville.
And they call me Jerry Lee.
Who's the man,
With a lot of soul?
Jerry Lee invented rock and roll.
Forget your idols,
Cuz here's the thing,
Jerry Lee taught 'em all how to sing.
Well I'm a redneck idol,
And I wrote the bible, yeah.
I'm a scarecrow man,
With a nasty plan, alright.
I’m a bass-shootin’, cousin-fuckin’ son of a bitch.
And they call me Jerry Lee.
Who's the man,
With a lot of soul?
Jerry Lee invented rock and roll.
Forget your idols,
Cuz here's the thing,
Jerry Lee taught 'em all how to sing.
Jerry Lee taught ‘em all how to swing
Jerry Lee taught ‘em how to rock and roll
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The trash they send to the lines up front aren't valiant, true, or bold,
They've got an iron grip on the hemisphere
Even though the war is cold
If you land yourself near the eastern front on an iron battleship
You might get special visits from the devil with ruby lips
She makes a caustic flash
and her teeth might gnash
You can have what you want if you pay the girl cash
She’s Elsa, everybody’s dream
Exploitation behind the screen
The morale is low but the nights are hot and we need a simple fix
Round up the girls and start the show so we can get our kicks
By the winter we'll be on top in a few more ways than one
You'll be comatose and ready to go by the time Elsa is done
She makes a caustic flash
and her teeth might gnash
You can have what you want if you pay the girl cash
She’s Elsa, everybody’s dream
Exploitation behind the screen
They're the lust-filled she-demons of the Cold War
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When Will It End?
02:28
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Right now, we're forever downtown
and we're staying gold.
By now, the night's feeling short
And those heads will roll.
The nights are short, but the morning's long
And I'm feeling old.
20 more hours in a bottleneck van
And I'm staying cold.
I find myself
Going again
To the bar where Colfax bends.
And I ask myself,
when will it end?
From time to time
I hear the voice on the AM dial.
Downtown those motherfuckers
Don't crack a smile.
No safe place to stay at night,
But I don't mind.
It's just a dirty old bar,
But I don't care
Because they'll never find.
When will it end?
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