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BAD EXAMPLES Song Lyrics

 Album:

"Cheap Beer Night"


1) Hey St. Peter
2) Out Of Tune Song
3) The Secret Of Television
4) Which Piece Is Missing
5) Failing With The Best Intentions
6) Feeling Your Head Against The Wall
7) Beast Within
8) Til The Cup Is Broke
9) Bad Girl
10) Sammy The Dog Has Learned To Play Trombone
11) Mona / Caravan
12) Long Drive Back From Madison
13) Feed You To The Sharks
14) I Been Walkin'
 Album:

"Kisses 50¢"


1) Every Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare
2) ItÂ’s Over Now
3) Shades Of Grey
4) No Distractions
5) Beautiful Bonfire
6) New Guitar
7) Man Underwater
8) Me And My Near Blind Hindsight
9) Trying To Prove The Earth Is Flat
10) The Mask Of Mona Lisa
11) A Mindless Pop Song
 Album:

"Meat: The Bad Examples"


1) Reaching For Shadows
2) This Is Me
3) Over My Shoulder
4) Swallowing Fire
5) Goodbye
6) Little Disasters
7) Reinventing The Wheel
 Album:

"Bad Is Beautiful"


1) Not Dead Yet
2) Statue By My Phone
3) Promises In The Dark
4) Faces in Picasso's Notebook
5) Ashes Of My Heart
6) From Ragtime to Rags
7) A Place Of Her Own
8) One Perfect Moment
9) Rubber Cement Man
10) Squeezing The Puzzle Together
11) Jeune Fille In A White Sundress
12) You Owe Me Money
13) She Smiles Like Richard Nixon


BAD EXAMPLES
CHEAP BEER NIGHT
 

The Secret Of Television



You and me - let's join the enemy
Fly to Paris, plan a bank robbery
I've got the tickets, let's pick up some cigarettes
Grab your jacket, the wind is blowing cold
I've got this contact, he's ready for action
We've got to cut while the knife is still sharp
Crime does not pay, but this time it's different
One week in France and count your money in the dark
(Chorus)
Don't try to tell me you never dreamed about it
Don't try to tell me you never wondered how it felt
The world is full of dreamers... it's the secret of television
I don't want your television I want real bullets

Just our luck -- we were born in suburbia
Raised on sunshine and white bread sin
I think it's time we got some dirt under our fingernails
I think it's time we got some blood under our skin
I got this cancer burning inside of me
9 to 5, income tax, taking their toll
Get you some heroin, get me a prostitute
We'll sleep much easier with evil in our souls

Chorus

What if we die? That'd be a pity
It's been years since I saw you this young
Maybe we'll take our share, run to Venezuela
Buy a fleet of Jaguars, race 'em in the sun

Chorus






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