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Q: I Just Wanna Got Home

Today I got one thing on my mindI just wanna go homeI aint the complaining kindbut I wanna go homedone my time in helljob to do...did it welltime for you boys to buy....what youre trying to sellcause I just wanna go homeAint seen my wife in a long long timeI just wanna go hometoday my friend he stepped on a mineI just wanna go homepick the pieces off the groundenough morphine you dont make a soundhow long we gonna go round and roundcause I just wanna go homemy girls are home on and on they growthey say mommy where did Daddy go?wallet pictures covered in sandI hold em with a shaking handAnother night on patroland I just wanna go homestill a kid but feel 100 years oldI just wanna go homewhos that over there?after a while you just dont carefire you gun into the aircause I just wanna go home

Q: Onpu no Tegami (English lyrics)

Im really bad at the piano but would you still listen to meWould you understand at least three chords of it.Theres something I never had a chance to say to you for so long nowBut Im bad with words and its kinda embarrassing so I made them into notes.Even if my throat gets slashed and broken even if I become diseased*I swear my life for you just for you Ill keep on shouting.I just decided.

Q: I Like To Lie

I like to liecause I hate checking factsIm a busy busy manI pay others to do thatIll see you in the alley or up around the bendIll see you in heaven when I buy my way inI like to lieI become a different mancan swoop out of the desert sunand take a girl by the handtell her Im a CEO or an indian chiefRonald Reagans bastard son neither boxers nor briefsI like to lieI save the small ones in a deep black holebring the whoppers out when the cameras roleif its big enough youll all stand dumbIve never had myself this much funI like to liedont you know that time is shortand once you get goingtheres no time to abortone on top of another like a big pile onsoon youll all forget the original con

Q: I Need A Tax Cut (To Bring My Baby Home)

I need a tax cut to bring my baby homeI need a tax cut to bring my baby homeshe wears only red white and bluewhen were aloneI need a tax cut to bring my baby homesince I dont have a job Im not sure that this will worksince I dont have a job Im not sure that this will workbut when the rich folks heard about itwell they just about went beserksince I dont have a job Im not sure that this will workMy baby up and left me when that plant closed downshe up and left me when that plant closed downshe picked up and followed it southdown to Mexicali townshe left me when that plant closed downI know that shell come running when she sees what I seeshell come running when she sees what I seegot myself 100 dollarto stimulate her economyshell come running when she sees what I seeI need a tax cut to bring my baby homeI need a tax cut to bring my baby homeshe wears only red white and bluewhen were aloneI need a tax cut to bring my baby home

Q: I Think Im Turning Into Abbie Hoffman

I think Im turning into Abbie Hoffmanin my head I hear a knockgonna kick Pete Townshends assfor what he did at Woodstockhe hit me hard at WoodstockI think Im turning into Abbie Hoffmanand Im gonna grow out my hairput on that old flag shirtone Lyndon would never wearone LBJ would never wearIts time for me againcant you feel it all aroundgirls dig the provacatourand love that yippie soundchicks dig that yippie soundyou may be a bit shyif so come hide behind meI got you all coveredplus Im great on TVI look great on TV

Q: I Thought It Was The Thunder (But It Was Really Just The Train)

Not as young as I used to befeel worn down half the timethe other half Im restinggotta conserve to get whats minethe road goes on foreverjust today soaked by the rainI thought it was the thunder but it was really just a trainThe faces all look the samesteal what they cant buyfingers crossed behind their backsfor a way out of the liea bigger bunch of phoniesone would be hard pressed to nameI thought it was the thunder but it was really just a trainwatch the eyes when they watch youperception overloadyoure like a mirage in the desertor a speed bump in the roadSo to hell with this silly gameand to hell with all of youIm heading undergroundmore important things to doI was wondering how Id get thereand just why I should remainI thought it was the thunder but it was really just a trainit made me turn my headI looked to the skyright then the conductor blew the whisleand waved as he went by

Q: I Used To Be A Liberal (Until A Conservative Shot Me)

I used to be a liberaluntil a conservative shot meand let me tell you somethingthat really got methat Id had it all wrongit was time to join the funso down to the Wal Mart went Ito get myself a gunI joined the NRAits like viagra to a manand the John Birch Societywhen I proved republi-canhung around at the borderto check the shade of skinyou cant be too carefulwhen those foreigners are let inI used to be a liberalI used to be a liberalFox news offered me a jobbut I think they got it coveredin their never ending searchto find those Smothers Brothersbesides I had my hands fullchasing patriotism you seeand burning big old crosseson the lawns that dont agreeburned all my Dixie Chicksloaded up on Toby Keithgot myself some NASCAR shirtsknocked out a few front teethwent up to the atticfor the Joe McCarthy picsah...the good old glory dayswith DC full of hicksI used to be a liberalI used to be a liberalused to hate the thought of warbut now I really love itand if you disagree with mewell you can go and shove ityou are a danger to the troopsthis you cant denywhen Tommy Franks saw Bull Durhamit just about made him crySo ive got an invitationfor all you liberaleeshuddling behind locked doorswatching Michael Moore moviesyou want a license to shoot downany dog you see?stop your marching in the streetsand come goose step with meI used to be a liberalI used to be a liberaluntil a conservative shot me

Q: I Wanna Edit The New York Times

So I wanna edit the New York TimesI wanna edit the New York TimesIm a busy man lots on my mindSo I wanna edit the New York TimesYou know how much it coststo send our people on a plane?when I pee I like to see peenot money down the drainwe got our Pulitzersand the lesser prizes toocant remember their namesbut its more than a fewGot a newsroom full of whinerswho all want to change the worldall wanna be the man on the scenewhen a new flag gets unfurledwell I got problems of my ownwith that damn Republicanalways chewing me a new assholewhen we take on his manSo I wanna edit the New York TimesI wanna edit the New York TimesIm a busy man lots on my mindSo I wanna edit the New York TimesI need a job thats easysomething 9 to 5or even less if possiblecause I like to skydiveand golf and play tennisall them rich dude gamesaint got time for them Sherlock Holmessearching for the defamedSo you want your name in the paper?come work for meits not really my problemwho you turn out to bekids coming out of school these dayswere lucky if they can spell their namewith that in mind if its missed its missedfind someone else to blameSo I wanna edit the New York TimesI wanna edit the New York TimesIm a busy man lots on my mindSo I wanna edit the New York Times

Q: I Want A Job Like Garrison Keillors

I want a job like Garrison Keillorswriting and singing and talking all dayIm still a liberal genteel-erso its only natural to feel this wayHave some work but I feel uneasysomething about it always makes me bluemorning light makes me queasyI think I need something else to doLove seeing my words on papersomething about it gives me a thrillenthusiasm it will not taperIll find my cadence you know I will NPR has come into some moneywhen rich liberals die good things occurstuff me full of milk and honeyLake Woebegone I preferHes coming to town Im taking my fathergot us some tickets in the balconyI hear hes not very much to look atbut its his voice that were coming to seeSaturday nights they make me smilewe still look forward to the radiodont touch that dial it whispers to meand in there is where I wanna goI want a job like Garrison Keillorswriting and singing and talking all dayIm still a liberal genteel-erso its only natural to feel this wayNPR has come into some moneywhen rich liberals die good things occurgive me a desk and a microphoneLake Woebegone is where I prefer

Q: I Want To Go To War

I wanna go to war as long as we win so choose carefully remember where weve been I wanna go to war see myself on TV but lets go somewhere with beaches where the ladies tend to be gotta pick your spots friend cant carry too heavy a load so easy to lose your way on that moral high road so... I wanna go to war cause I got a flag I need to hang it high and call a fag a fag I wanna go to war cause I aint got a job best way to forget Im a bottom feeding slob trust me friend I would not tell a lie but I do get kinda squeamish thinking that I might die so... I wanna go to war but I just cant fight I got a bum knee from high school but other than that Im alright I wanna go to war gotta heat my home coal and gas are for commies oil runs off the capital dome Wanna feel good again in the land of hope and dreams and while Im waiting in the soup line love to hear them bullets scream so.. I wanna go to war I wanna go to war I wanna go to war I wanna go to war

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