L7 Lyrics Smell the MagicShove-Bill collector called today - shoveI.R.S. wants all my pay

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L7 Lyrics Smell the MagicShove-----Bill collector called today -- shoveI.R.S. wants all my pay -- shoveThe boss says I should comb my hair -- shoveMy father thinks that I'm nowhereGet out of my way, or I might shoveGet out of my way, or I'm gonna shoveLandlord doesn't like my dog -- shoveMy eyes are burning from the smog -- shoveMy neighbors say I jam too loud -- shoveAmerica thinks I should be proud -- hunhGet out of my way, or I might shoveGet out of my way, or I'm gonna shoveSome guy just pinched my ass -- shoveDrunken bums ain't got no class -- shoveThe club said we won't get paid -- shoveIt's been months since I've been laidGet out of my way, or I might shoveGet out of my way, or I'm gonna shoveGet out of my way, or I might shoveGet out of my way, or I'm gonna shoveGet out of my way, or I might shoveGet out of my way, or I'm gonna, I'm gonnaGet out of my wayFast and Frightening--------------------Her glance hits me like lightningI find that girl is fast and frighteningDirty hair and a laugh that's meanHer neighbors call her an evil machineShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningPoppin' wheelies on her motorbikeStraight girls wish they were dykesShe'll do anything on a dareMom & Daddy's worst nightmareShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningYeahDown at the creek smoking potShe eats the rest so she don't get caughtThrows her minis off in the hallsGot so much clit she don't need no balls'Cause she's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningShe's fast, she's lean, she's frighteningYeah(Right on) Through------------------OhhhhWell, I hate the ride when I drive -- right on throughThe windows are broken on my 455 -- right on throughIt don't rain much, but when it do -- right on throughThat dirty old rain comes right on throughThrough to you, right on through, through to youI had some mm mm mm on my leg -- right on throughDirty mm rat swimming on my ass -- right on throughI give away a shot mm mm a screw -- right on throughThat patriot shit seeps right on throughThrough to you, right on through, through to youWell, I bilked your husband out of love -- right on throughAnd he talked of things that you tried -- right on throughWell, it don't matter where you hide -- right on through'Cause reality always crashes insideRight on throughThrough to you, right on through, through to youDeathwish---------She wakes up wet in a shower stallSo together, bangs her head on a wallShe goes hitchhiking at 3 a.m.Bruised and bloody, got that over againShe's got a death wishIn a self-destructive blitzHe's got a car that goes real fastHe's got a life, but it won't lastDoesn't even look disturbedWhen his Chevy takes out the curbHe's got a death wishComing home is a hit or a missHe's got a death wishIn a self-destructive blitzPassed-out drunk on the living room floorGets up and pukes so she can drink some moreAn evening's party out in the fridgeTurns into a two week bingeShe's got a death wishComing home is a hit or a missShe's got a death wishIn a self-destructive blitzYeah'Till the Wheels Fall Off-------------------------You and me, 'till the wheels fall offThat's rightYou and me, we just fitI'm addicted, I just can't quitYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offNo, no, make you hot??We got candy ball??You and me, 'till the wheels fall offYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offYou and me, we just fitI'm addicted, I just can't quitYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offYou said you were two quarts lowI don't care, let's go, go goYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offYou and me, 'till the wheels fall offBroomstick----------I've got my broomstick, babyI've got my paperback novelI wanna lay right hereAnd I ain't gonna grovelWhat's the use of lying?I won't believe youWhat's the use of crying?It won't relieve youI've got my broomstickI've got my paperback novelI'm gonna lay right here, right nowAnd I ain't gonna grovelI'm gonna lay right hereI've got my broomstick, babyPackin' a Rod-------------Ein zwei drei fierAll fucked up and I'm mad as hellViolate your daughter and your son as wellDon't give a shit about your crummy livesAs long as I've got a brand new mmI'm packin' a rod, I'm packin' a rodI'm packin' a rod, yeah, and it's all for youDon't say I never mm what I readMy cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleedWhen you talk to me best watch what you say'Cause mm mm mm mm mm mm gonna blow you awayI'm packin' a rod, I'm packin' a rodI'm packin' a rod, baby, all for youAnd it's all for youPackin' a rodI'm packin' a rod, I'm packin' a rodJust Like Me------------The TV is a rock star, just like meExecutives love him, just like meThey don't feel his uppercut, just like meAmerican Society----------------Don't wanna drownDon't wanna be foundThis is not my destiny, oh yeahNo twentieth century casualty, oh yeahI don't wanna watch televisionI don't wanna listen to the radioI don't wanna drown in American societyI don't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna be richWell, can't you see mm in a dressmm mmWell, there are mm mm mm mmI don't wanna go to the moviesI don't wanna listen to the companyI don't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna drownDon't wanna be foundThis is not my destiny, oh yeahNo twentieth century casualty, oh yeah'Cause I don't wanna watch televisionI don't wanna listen to the radioI don't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna drown in American societyDon't wanna drown in American society Bricks Are HeavyWargasm-------Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputeeMasturbate, watch it on TVCrocodile tears for the refugeeWargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3Smutty bloody pictures, ecstacyBlueballs waiting impatientlyFrom Alcatraz to Lady LibertyBody bags and droppin' bombsPentagon knows how to turn us onWargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3Pitbull, pitbull, ecstacyWave those flags high in the airAs long as it takes place over thereWargasm, wargasm, wargasm, wargasmBody bags and droppin' bombsPentagon knows how to turn us, turn us onWargasm, turn us on, wargasmScrap-----I met a skinhead named ScrapHe lived in my friend's garageEvery day he's shakin' the spraypaint canAnd comes out seein' starsGrab a paperbag like an oxygen mask'Till your mind starts to gel'Cause the ball in the can is a crazy thingThe funky dyin' brain cellNow, he met some Christians from HellWho said, "let's go to Vegas, man."So he packed up his leather and his red beretInto that big, bad Christian vanGives revival meetings like an oxygen tent'Till your mind starts to gel'Cause the preacher's got the Bible, it's a crazy thingThe funky dyin' brain cellWell, he came back to the garageBut the garage, it wasn't thereAnd he dug what mm mm mm more than Luke and JohnNow he's growin' his hairGrab a paperbag like an oxygen mask'Till your mind starts to gel'Cause the ball in the can is a crazy thingThe funky dyin' brain cellPretend We're Dead------------------What's up with what's goin' downIn every city and every town?Clampin' styles is the planThey got us in the palm of every handWhen we pretend that we're deadWhen we pretend that we're deadThey can't hear a word we saidWhen we pretend that we're deadCome on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come onTurn the tables with our unityThey're neither moral nor majorityWake up and smell the coffeeOr just say no to individualityWhen we pretend that we're dead -- pretend we're deadWhen we pretend that we're dead -- pretend that we're deadThey can't hear a word we said -- pretend we're deadWhen we pretend that we're deadCome on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come onWhen we pretend that we're dead -- pretend we're deadWhen we pretend that we're dead -- pretend that we're deadThey can't hear a word we said -- pretend we're deadWhen we pretend that we're deadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDeadCome on, come on, come on, come onDead -- pretend we're deadDiet Pill---------My diet pill is wearin' offMy diet pill is wearin' off'Cause Victor's in the bedSewn in the sheets with threadThe twins are in the carThe frying pan is redCalgon can't take me awayNo, Calgon can't take me awayFrom the thing I did today'Cause Victor's in the bedSewn in the sheets with threadThe twins are in the carThe frying pan is redAnd I'm outta hereAnd so I'm outta hereI'm outta hereI think the swelling is goin' downI said I think that the swelling is goin' down$200 to leave this town'Cause Victor's in the bedSewn to the sheets with threadThe twins are in the carThe frying pan is redAnd I'm outta hereAnd I'm so outta hereI'm outta hereEverglade---------Get mm mm mm mm mm mm -- I gotta goHead into town for some mm at -- the rock showSneak through the back door and head for the pitEvery drunk, every boozer started givin' her shitRednecks on parade"Don't cross my line," said EvergladeEvergladeHe was whippin' through the pit, knocked her -- into the stageShe said, "Have your fun, but stop being so lame."This guy was drunk stupid and he musta weighed a tonSaid, "Get outta here, girlie. I'm just tryin' to have some fun."So you wanna have some fun?Then break out the big gunsRednecks on paradeDon't cross my line said EvergladeYeah Everglade, yeah EvergladeHe kept it up, his fists -- started flyin'They dodged each bunch as -- he kept tryin'Tripped on his own feet and hit the floormm mm mm mm mm -- and rolled him out the doorSo you wanna have some fun?Then break out the big gunsRednecks on paradeDon't cross my line said EvergladeSays Everglade, says Everglade, yeah EvergladeSlide-----I put your stuff out on the porchYou pissed in your pants and put out the torchmmI'm-a kickin' you out, and you know whymmYou've been along for the ridemmWhen it comes to losers, you're the champmmYour stupid ego I will not feed, noGet out, get mm You've been along for the rideGet out, get mmYou've been a thorn in my sideI put your stuff out on the porchYou pissed in your pants and put out the torchmmI'm-a kickin' you out, and you know why, boymmYou've been along for the rideGet out and let me slideYou've been a thorn in my sideGet on outta here, boyTook me three weeks to mmYou know, mm don't grow on treesOne More Thing---------

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