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?

If i was giving a nickel everytie i was givin..

cheap handshakes in the pews
&bad-habit's teaching old-friends new tricks
I'd be "drop-dead" rich.
but I'm still yr slightly off-center, rotting, rocking chair - keeping you off balance.
Another antique making his grandiose entrance on yr folks porch,
with a fistful of thorns - with which to draw love.
makes me wonder on where all those 'disregarded door-bells' call home?
- most likely somewhere on my street
where even the fallen leaves that gather like loose change at my feet,
call for second chances which they'll never receive.
because to be like me, is to be an empty bottle -
you'd only keep me as a reminder of a night you can't even remember.
hidden away from the mother's and father's that pretend they don't know you drink yourself to sleep.
"no-one knows you like i do" comes prior to picking you out of the room,
and heading to the well-used rooftops we're only the ghosts of loneliness congregate.
I'm "true-blue" but not in the way the term was intended to be used.
yr eyes are my noose,
but thankfully yr kiss is the blade that cuts through rope and saves my life.
and LOVE is the only word i know that can be broken down into a thousand, and still mean exactly the same thing - every single time.

"lets hear it for headaches"
the ones that come with you
and drop a pill for my debut blues
all puppet strung in love with my own doubts
born "black-belt"
yet to master myself

pocket stare's keep me in check.
and miss "speculum" reflect my head
like a star to my wall
since i don't glow in the dark no more

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

you could kick, kick, my head offside
before i draw up my lines
starry-eyed teens tipping hats on the streets
infamy's few and far between

lonely road, back and forth i go
oh, i'll hang my head-ached head on your bed stand
don't keep safe that golden band
cause i'm no, no, no, no, yes-man

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

homesick for nights spent on my own
these friends i grew up with never felt more alone
whenever i let loose my blue-eyed soul
i can't recall you ever wanting to call
you'd only call it quits,
you'd only call it quits



i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery