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Bourgeois de Ville
04:12
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Bourgeois de ville
I'm a faux intellectual
Pretend bisexual
Timothee Chalamet's twin incestual
Please just let me speak
He's the real party pleaser
With the pictures from Ibiza
And the story bout the whore he banged while drunk on white tequila
Oh, now he's got a guitar
Shut the fuck up you're a Pisces
Probably talking feelings over icees
I wanna know
What the fuss is about
What they're gossipin' about
The entertainment's in my mouth
Bourgeois de ville
Je ne dis rien
Je ne fais rien
Je ne dis rien
Bourgeois de ville
Je ne dis rien
Je ne fais rien
Je ne dis rien
Bourgeois de ville
Je ne dis ri'
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Oh no
Make sure to laugh at the racist joke
Smile at the sexist poke
I don't wanna go to the place that you wanna go
Cuz it sounds pretty cold
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
That's what you sound like
That's what you sound like
That's what I sound like
Shut the fuck up you're a Pisces
Probably talking feelings over icees
I wanna know
What the fuss is about
What they're gossipin' about
The entertainment's in my mouth
Bourgeois de ville
Je ne dis rien
Je ne fais rien
Je ne dis rien
Bourgeois de ville
Je ne dis rien
Je ne fais rien
Je ne dis rien
Bourgeois de ville
Je ne dis ri'
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Je suis intéressant
(Bourgeois de ville)
Oh no
Bourgeois de ville, oh
Bourgeois de ville, oh
Bourgeois de ville
'Geois de ville, 'geois de
Je suis intéressant
Je suis intéressant
Je suis intéressant
Je suis intéressant
That's what you sound like
That's what you sound like
That's what I sound like
That's what I sound like
Can you finish up?
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2. |
Brother
03:32
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(Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink)
Grab that pledge by the neck
Now pretend you're his only friend
Without the frat there is nothing left
No parties, no drinkin', no girls, no life worth living
Join join join join join
Men are scared so they fight
Drink your piss and then fuck a bride
We don't wanna, we don't wanna be alone
Unloved by our own
No! No! No!
Hey Jack, welcome to the frat
Congratulations, you're finally a man
Once powerless, you have all
Call 'em gay and then grab 'em by the balls
Walk, walk, walk do the elephant walk
Men are scared so they fight
Drink your piss and then fuck a bride
We don't wanna, we don't wanna be alone
Unloved by our own
No! No! No!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
The tears from your eyes
Drink! Drink! Drink!
The fears that you hide
Drink! Drink! Drink!
The money you spent
Drink! Drink! Drink!
You deafen consent
Men are scared so you know they gonna fight
Drink your piss and then fuck a bride
We don't wanna, we don't wanna be alone
Unloved by our own
No! No! No!
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3. |
Democracy is Alive
03:39
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Democracy is Dead
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Pikey's on the move
Looks like he needs a new suit
Oh woe woe woe is me
Nobody came to my pity party
I once saw him pissing on a milk carton with a missing child on it
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
My swiss banker is a red cross nurse
Nobody gets hurt
Pockets full of dirt
My swiss banker is a man on the hill
He gives me what I want because it's power that I want
I once saw him pissing on a milk carton with a missing child on it
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Not to elope
He is such a good man
He is such a good man
Even lets me vote
I don't wanna know
Please don't let me know
Mr. Philanthropy
Has a monopoly
On our homes, our schools, my children and my spouses
On my own depression, he's swingin' for the fences
I once saw him pissing on a milk carton with his own child on it
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Not to elope
He is such a good man
He is such a good man
Even lets me vote
I don't wanna know
Please don't let me know
Oh no
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4. |
You Couldn't Know
03:02
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You didn't have to hurry
You, ya didn't have to worry
If everybody would wait up for you they always did
Let's start at 8 instead of 6
You, ya didn't have to wonder
You, ya didn't have to ponder
If everybody was in love with you, they always were
They always were
Well you couldn't know
The way I wanna feel
Know the hand I gotta deal
You say I'm insane
You wanna bop me in the brain
That I'm too tame
I guess I'll shoot you dead
Pump me full of lead
You didn't have to scurry
You always looked so blurry
'Cause I'd get drunk to forget all the friends you got, it's true
Uh-oh I think I'm getting loose
You didn't have to wonder
You, ya didn't have to ponder
If everybody was in love with you, they always were
They always were
Well you couldn't really know
The way I wanna feel
Know the hand I gotta deal
You say I'm a mess
You say I got bad breath
Now I wanna do meth
I guess I'll shoot you dead
Pump me full of lead
You, ya didn't have to wonder
You, ya didn't have to wonder
You, ya didn't have to wonder
You, ya didn't have to wonder
You say I'm insane
You wanna bop me in the brain
That I'm too tame
I guess I'll shoot you dead
Pump me full of lead
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5. |
Mr. Jack
03:27
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Want you to know that I'm done in the back
I'm headed home to see my Grace
When all I wanna do is feel your embrace
"Well you're doing it all wrong"
Is what he says when we're all alone
Ya turn it to the left, then pull it, lock it shut
He grabs me by the tie and tells me "Baby hush"
Well I think I'm in love
Is what I think when I finally wake up
I turn in bed, to touch his thigh
He's putting on his pants and he tells me to tell a lie
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6. |
Interlude
01:06
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Oh fuck hold on
If you wanna go outside tonight
I'm just gonna stare, this is not a fight
Hey do that thing with your eyes
Where you make me feel all alone
Why why why I wanna die die die
Have a mai tai tai it's not a cyanide tai
Wow wow wow
You say wow wow wow
But I just wanna fall through the night in your hands
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I tuck my skin into my waistband
I can't find my apartment
I haven't seen my children
The nurse's name is Mildred
I know
Darling, I know
Well I talk a little backwards
But only 'cause my back hurts
I used to fight the Nazis
Now all I play is Yahtzee
I know
Darling, I know
You're not the man you were
I know
But I'll go first
Tell me a joke
But then he said, he said
Oh Miss would you please dance with me?
I know your teeth aren't very pretty
I'd like to come and dance with you
I know your hair on-top is thinning
Oh miss would you please touch my head
It's so cold ever since it all left
I'll touch your head, I'll touch your chest
And I won't make your heart a mess
We don't have long left
They don't have any tapioca
I wanna do the polka
Can't taste the Coca-Cola man
And I got no Apollonia
You're scared
Baby I'm scared
Well I don't know what her name is
She looks like someone famous
She says she is my true love
But I don't know what her name is
It's me
Darling, it's me
You've got to learn your place
I know
Next stop's the grave
I know, I know
But then he said, he said
Oh Miss would you please dance with me?
I know your teeth aren't very pretty
I'd like to come and dance with you
I know your hair on-top is thinning
Oh miss would you please touch my head
Been so long ever since it all left
I'll touch your head, I'll touch your chest
And I won't make your heart a mess
We don't have long left
Oh miss would you please touch my head
Been so long ever since it all left
I'll touch your head, I'll touch your chest
And I won't make your heart a mess
We don't have long left
They'd like to play us off the stage (They'd like to play us off the stage)
They won't remember us anyway (They won't remember us anyway)
I'm scared to death of what come next (I'm scared to death of what comes next)
Don't know if I'll see my love again
We don't have long left
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8. |
Paddi Smith
03:48
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Oh my god
Look at my funny fridge magnets
They're so punk rock
They say "cunt," and "fuck," and "bitch," and "shit"
Get together now
Get inside my polaroid
If one more non-smoker offers me a cigarette
I think I'll shoot myself in the head
Oh my god, Patti Smith
The Velvet Underground and old jean jackets
Now throw on your Chuck Taylor's and act real pissed
And wish that you lived in un-gentrified New York, circa 1976
This is a park
Filled to the brim with heroin
(Heroin)
This is a street
Where people are mugged every day
But the plus side is the Talking Heads are goin' on at 9
Ain't it so divine
Oh my god, Patti Smith
The Velvet Underground and old jean jackets
Now throw on your Chuck Taylor's and act real pissed
And wish that you lived in un-gentrified New York, circa 1976
Oh father please don't smite me
Making me grow this tiny mustache
Oh mother please don't cry for me
Making me wear un-prescription glasses
But then I bought my first album on vinyl
I don't even own a record player
Oh my god
Look at you
You flannel-wearing piece of shit
You ain't got no soul to give, heart to bleed
Thanksgiving was the worst because my Nanna saw my tattoo
Oh my god, Patti Smith
The Velvet Underground and old jean jackets
Now throw on your Chuck Taylor's and act real pissed
And wish that you lived in un-gentrified New York, circa 1976
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9. |
Blasé
03:53
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You know you make me sick
The way you treat your dead
You were too busy fighting
Couldn't hear a word said
Yeah, how you gonna feel
When they pump you full of lead?
Come lie with me baby
In the infinite bed
You know you'll never be right
At the nexus of your life
Nostalgia is a mistress
I could fuck her all night
Your daily life is listed
On a job website
Come lie with me baby
We'll do this till we die
I ain't putting my faith
In a downright lie
You could waterboard me
And I'd finally feel alive
Crush a little pill
Call me in the night, right?
Living the blasé life
Sink into what was before
Can't you see
I'm drowning
Can't you see
I'm drowning
Can't you see
I'm drowning
I'm drowning
I'm drowning
I'm drowning
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10. |
Goodnight, Goodbye
04:55
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Everytime I play
Everytime you go away oh man
Everytime you tell me not to go upstairs with wine
Oh I'm up there, I'm up there
Everytime I see your face
Everytime I chip away
Every piece of you that ever had something to say
I'll grab your coat cause
If you wanna go outside tonight
I'm just gonna stare, this is not a fight
Hey do that thing with your eyes
Where you make me feel all alone
Is she right I'm acting up
Is she right I've had enough
Is she right I've never been the man I said I was
Oh I'm full of these snakes love
Is she right I'm playing games
Is she right I'm too ashamed
Is she right about the time I hurt my only friend
Well I can't see straight, but
If you wanna go to Mike's tonight
I'm already there, come on out of the light
Hey do that thing with your eyes
Where you make me feel all alone
Why Why Why
I wanna die die die
Sip a mai tai tai
It's not a cyanide tai
Wow wow wow
You scream "Ow ow ow"
But I just wanna stumble through the night in your hands
You know I got this line
It sounds nice, it's just right
Cuz when I say this line
You know you will be mine
We'll drown ourselves goodnight
Just don't say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
If you got the time for me tonight
I'd like to play you one more time
If you don't wanna fight
I'll tune your strings baby just right
You'll feel so good baby just say goodnight
Just let me in and say goodnight, goodnight, goodbye
I don't know where I am
I have no fucking clue
I don't know where I am
I have no fucking clue
Come choke me medicine
I don't know where she's at
Come quickly my old friend
And knock this feeling back back back, oh
Knock this feeling back back back, oh
Knock this feeling back back back, oh
Knock this feeling back back back
Goodnight, goodbye
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Mary Shelley Brooklyn, New York
Punk music you can dance to. That’s what you get from the genre-hopping, instrument-swapping members of Mary Shelley. Post- punk rhythms are imbued with elements of dance/disco beats, shoegaze, hip-hop and more, while influences stretch across generations, sounds and styles. Always, the electric 4-piece scraps rules in favor of creative impulse, ensuring each new song sounds nothing like the last. ... more
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