JUNE 16 2015 |TRACTOR TAVERN
Food truck
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Lemonheads are singing
It£s all
the
same
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I need a drink of water
Oh, you know what I mean
A capitol reaction
You really put it out
A tiny sandwich is what I need
Ooh, you can count me out
Hash pipes all night
Joan Jett is all right
Food truck is fucked up
My dollar bill is ripped up
Everyone is crazy
They£re all the same
Mudhoney is really loud
Oh, you know what I mean
Outside it£s freezing
My t-shirt is wet
Standing next to the hot dog
stand
Ooh, it warms me up
It was love in the time of cars
Drive around from bar to bar
Show everybody our scars
It was a dry hump, it was air guitar
It was love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
It was suicide it was sex
It was Nick Cave and T-Rex
Don’t mention the word success
It was bong hits at the motorplex
It was love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Mr. No. 1
Stick em all together, line em up in rows
All got new houses, everybody knows
24 hours divided into 3
8 for working, 8 for sleeping, 8 for you and me
No we can£t go out tonight, we can£t have any fun
We always got to work, we£re always on the run
We gotta stick to it, gotta work hard
Discipline and action are what make us number 1
Put away that box, get back to your desk
My god you look great, but your face is a mess
Pick up all your shit, don£t be chewing gum
How do you expect to be Mr. No. 1
Sometimes I go camping cause it makes me feel good
I got a new cologne that smells like wood
And a 50 foot camper that£s 30 feet wide
I£ll be paying on it for the rest of my life
It£s fully equipped - television, microwave
You can tell I£ve been camping £cause I haven£t shaved
Pick up all your shit
Don’t be chewing gum
How do you expect
to be Mr. No. 1?
ACME BAND : Mister Number 1
Look at this salmon that I got at the lake
At a little general store, they say it tastes great
It tastes great! It£s Number 1!
Radio Moon
Here
comebo
theusignals
Tam
ri
ne
Filling up the room
All raining down
From the radio moon
Can£t get the message
It£s coming in too soo
Everything is scrambled
By the radio moon
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio moon, radio
Radio moon, radio
Everone is talking
But my eyes can£t move
My thoughts are overwhelmed
By the radio moon
Turning off the static
I£ll dump the sugar spoon
I£m drowning in the chaos
Of the radio moon
Laying awake with my head on a plate
Drinking motor oil just to lubricate
Pull up the big seat and choke down some red meat
Stumble to your knees in the middle of a track meet
You roll down the road, and roll up the old
You’re grabbing for the habit you had ready to go
Your research assistant couldn’t find it what is it
Now you’re looking through the trash but you’re loving every minute
Hey shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Hey shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Summers winding down and you’re heading out of town
3 jumpers on your bumper, blinding lights across the ground
A cloud of gnats on your baseball cap
Slim Jim and Reeses in your Sonics backpack
Let’s live it up before we get put down
That what’s your buddies always say before they hit the ground
You reach throught the front door and put out the lights
Then sleep on the grass by the sprinklers all night
Hey shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Hey shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Pu nk D o w n
Mexi
Moving on the run
Staying on your feet
Thursday afternoon
Laying down the heat
Coming up the road
I see it
Big truck rolling in
Dropping off some heat
Hey you stick around
Pass that shit around
Kick him when he’s down
Punk dude on the ground
I don’t want it
If you don’t want it
Right now
Punk dude make it loud
One percenters in the crowd
Hey you stick around
Punk dude on the ground
I don’t want it
If you don’t want it
Right now
Ignats
Hot pants, hip boots
Ig nafint stail
El dorado
Hell bound hot tub
Ghost Dance fire sale
Haiku gut check
Spray tan suicide
Back hoe minstrel show
Calumet Telluride
Fresh, ready for pain
I use both sides of my brain
Instagram squeeze play
Jack knife genuflect
Ignat hairspray
Bureaucratic insect
Hurricane windfall
Automatic terrorist
Fresh, ready for pain
I use both sides of my brain
Hot pants, hip boots
El dorado fin tail
Hell bound hot tub
Ghost Dance fire sale
Haiku gut check
Spray tan suicide
Back hoe minstrel show
Calumet Telluride
Fresh, ready for pain
I use both sides of my brain
Instagram squeeze play
Jack knife genuflect
Ignat hairspray
Bureaucratic insect
Hurricane windfall
Automatic terrorist
Fresh, ready for pain
I use both sides of my brain
Punk Down
Me xstick
i around
Hey you
Pass that shit around
Kick him when he£s down
Punk dude on the ground
I don£t want it
If you don£t want it
Right now
Punk dude make it loud
One percenters in the crowd
Hey you stick around
Punk dude on the ground
I don£t want it
If you don£t want it
Right now
Moving on the run
Staying on your feet
Thursday afternoon
Laying down the heat
Coming up the road
I see it
Big truck rolling in
Dropping off some heat
Tambourine
Laying awake with my head on a plate
Drinking motor oil just to lubricate
Pull up the big seat and choke down some red meat
Stumble to your knees in the middle of a track meet
You roll down the road, and roll up the old
You£re grabbing for the habit you had ready to go
Your research assistant couldn£t find it what is it
Now you£re looking through the garbage but you£re loving every minute
Heyyy - shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Heyyy - shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Summer£s winding down and you£re heading out of town
3 jumpers on your bumper, blinding lights across the ground
A cloud of gnats on your baseball cap
Slim Jim and Reeses in your Sonics backpack
Let£s live it up before we get put down
That what£s your buddies always say before they hit the ground
You reach throught the front door and put out the lights
Then sleep on the grass by the sprinklers all night
Heyyy - shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Heyyy - shake that thing
Take and make you shake that tambourine
Love in the
Time
Fooof
d TCars
ruck
It was love in the time of cars
Drive around from bar to bar
Show everybody our scars
Lemonheads are singing
It’s all the same
I need a drink of water
Oh, you know what I mean
It was a dry hump, it was air guitar
A capitol reaction
You really put it out
A tiny sandwich is what I need
Ooh, you can count me out
It was love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
It was suicide it was sex
It was Nick Cave and T-Rex
Don£t mention the word success
It was bong hits at the motorplex
It was love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Love in the time of cars
Hash pipes all night
Joan Jett is all right
Food truck is fucked up
My dollar bill is ripped up
Everyone is crazy
They’re all the same
Mudhoney is really loud
Oh, you know what I mean
Outside it’s freezing
My t-shirt is wet
Standing next to the hot dog stand
Ooh, it warms me up
Hash pipes all night
Joan Jett is all right
Food truck is fucked up
My dollar bill is ripped up