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Hey Logan!
03:30
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It was a Friday, a hot time in Delaware, we can't slow down
Another weekend, another bottle of Jack in another town
And they said that it wasn't okay
To do what we were doing here in this great state
So we gotta come up with the cash some other way
And everybody in the bar room's singing
"Hey hey yeah"
With the boys in the band
"Hey hey yeah"
This is just what we planned
Another night, another sip
Another kiss from other lips
And we know you're gonna sweat 'til you got nothing left
So we're dancing, we're rocking, we're rolling
Spitting hot fire and some of us are jonesing
To take a ride on the Whirligig back to '95
And on stage they're singing "Cigarillo"
It's about to get ugly, about to get real-o
And for the moment we're all in time and we're all in tune
And everybody in the back room's swinging
"Hey hey yeah"
With the boys in the band
"Hey hey yeah"
This is not what we planned
Another night, another show
Another road we gotta go
And we know you're gonna sweat 'til you got nothing left
Let's give it up for the city of Philly
With your brick ivy walls lining down the Old City
We took a ride all the way to New York
Where the party don't stop
What the hell's last call?
Travel north as we ship up to Boston
We don't play no hardcore, but if you care you don't show it
Born to lose, born to win
But we'll do it all again
We're kind of a mess but the best of our kind
And we went with the flow
Yeah, and fame, she's a monster
But we got it on video
And we know that it's just the beginning
Get down with the Swingers, the Saints will keep sinning
It's all for you, 'cause we love what we do
And we're coming through
And everybody in the tap room's screaming
Everybody in the tap room's screaming
"Hey hey yeah"
With the boys in the band
"Hey hey yeah"
This is just what we planned
We got the moves, we got the grooves
And all the rest is up to you
And we know you're gonna sweat 'til you got nothing left
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2. |
Miscreants
04:40
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She said, "Let's go to Battaglia's Home
'Cause anywhere is better than here"
We sang Southern Comfort versions of an old song by Muse
Those three blocks felt like forever
After five too many we walked down to the pier
And the riverfront was never the same
I stared at her legs for the rest of the night
'Cause her hips would've given it away
And boy, they would've given way
We've been living it
We're just miscreants
And these rail lines
They got electrified
We've been living it
We weren't miscreants
Yeah, and these rail lines
They got electrified
Back at 10th and Willow we were killing the night
With a tonic made of quinine and Svedka
As her black camisole came loose in my hands
I smelled the air of pending disaster
And she smelled of some scent I'd chase after
And she said she'd need a few more to last her
But I sensed that I'd get her home faster
If we'd only stayed home in the first place, yeah
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
Cause I smelled the air of pending disaster
We've been living it
We're just miscreants
And these rail lines
They got electrified
We've been living it
We weren't miscreants
Yeah, and these rail lines
They got electrified
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