Bez, Knows The Score

rosey-cheeked, checkered black & blue
he's jumping hoops through the rings you ran around him
sweating kerosene
remembering how you set the sky alight
my scuffed knee's deep in tragedy
and there's one boy left that treads the thought
that you'd still waste your time on him

hail the--
heart breaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

wishin' that i bottled love and blew kisses off the coast
cause the desertions kinda getting old
pissed vows in the streets
- somehow do us part
I'm narcoleptic, pickin' fights with dusk
so my lips slur
something romantic about a shot in the dark
and your dress whirls
a dance i don't ever wanna stop

hail the--
heartbreaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

heart-breaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home

hail the--
heartbreaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

ba-da beep, did you get the message i left?
all 'get-wells' and 'sorrys' i shouldn't have slipped
these pearl eyes won't come out of their shells
just to see my friends lose hope again

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1...., Knows The Score
2. Shortchangin' The Painters & Dockers
3. Heres, Lookin At You, Kid
4. ......
5. Curtain Calls On Walkabouts
6. Mister. Prozac

field day
cornerstone, cellar door
to the man
hopeless

Shortchangin' The Painters And Dockers

(verse 1)
I'm just a boy in an empty city, with vintage ma-ma-misery,
a one night oh-oh-odyssey,
so give my head a minute to get outta' living
and broken bone, you're so alone
you just need that suede suit of skin to take you home

cause tonight you look like you could, but you know you won't


(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill

(verse 2)
just one floor from a let down, hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall.
if only for the fame, his dearest catch of the da-da-da-da-da-da-day, late.
well I've been told, "you make this town feel old,"
the worst part's I already know,

I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor.

(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

(bridge)

uh, uh, uh

toss a coin, fall in line
with everything everyone's ever said about you
you're an over night success story without the stars
our 'tear-catcher' of the sky.


(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope you don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

Yeah, Mister Prozac Is Some Pick-Pocket

Neverland never seemed so far,
but yr my second star to the right
of my wrongs

table manners

I'm nothin' but another scar on that steel trap you call a heart.

I know this isn't love but
I sure could use a way out
why do I find out who I'm not
whenever i start to realize who you really are?