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Hey there Mr. Mayor,
Good to see you out
It sure has been a while, my friend
No, no one noticed
That you weren’t around
We kinda just assumed you were dead
It’s been a few months
Since your album came out
And you haven’t been easy to reach
What’s that you say?
You’re a celebrity now?
Hey, brother, that’s news to me!
You got the tuning wrong
But you’re belting at the top of your lungs
And it sucks
You can write a catchy song
But you can’t get anybody to sing along
Son, I’m here to say
Your problem’s always been
You want it just a little too much
I know you’d like to think
You got an artist’s brain
But you’re the same as the rest of the bunch
So climb from off the top
Of that glassy-eyed horse
He must be tired of carrying the act
Ya better sober up quick
Before shit gets worse
The police want your autograph
You got the tuning wrong
But you’re belting at the top of your lungs
And it sucks
You can write a catchy song
But you can’t get anybody to sing along
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Ohio Lampoon
04:07
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It’s so hard being stupid
Smokin a cigarette, lungs turnin blue
What a great disillusion
Grab a seat at the bar, take a look at the view
Hell is real,
I’ve seen it in bloom
A sign on the road
To lead me back to the truth
I’m an Ohio Lampoon
On the covers of magazines lookin rueful
Oh what a pious baboon
Shaking my cheeks for approval
It’s so hard to be human
Crushed by the curtains while taking my bow
What a great convolution
The script in my head winding round and round
Name the thousand ways
I’ve let you down
I’ll wait around
Just to hear the applause
Of some mindboggling, ludicrous crowd
Cause I’m the Ohio lampoon…
On the covers of magazines lookin rueful
Oh what a pious baboon
Shaking my cheeks for approval
I’m the Ohio lampoon
Could I have your attention please? It’s futile...
Oh, what a high dollar fool
On your miniature screens for your perusal
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Real Love is Dead
03:28
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Real love is dead but I’m done tryin
Can’t buy the world, it’s already sold
Real love is dead but I’m not cryin
Lord knows this shit is getting old
How long has it been since we lived yesterday?
We’re all starting to drift from our mistakes…
Oh Lord, how grim is it in here?
No more than is has been any other year
Oh God, how simple did it seem
When life was less than just a dream?
Real love is dead and I’m just laughin
Hey, might as well, it’s all a joke
Real love is dead, better get to crackin
We all pushed the seams, and now it’s broke
Oh Lord, how grim is it in here?
No more than is has been any other year.
Oh God, how simple did it seem
When life was less than just a dream?
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If I Don't See Ya
05:11
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Turn the lights up, down your drinks,
It’s time to call the night
Phone keeps ringing, it don’t answer
Guess I’ll just take a hike
Boy, it sure is funny,
When you’re running from yourself
Cause every where you go you know
He’s there behind this Hell
Oh, what a role I’m filling
Typecast as myself
Oh, it’s a lonely feeling
I’m asking for your help
No, I ain’t got no reason
For just how shitty I act
But I hope I get the call next season
This show is all I have
Look at me go, nearly 30 years old,
Still grasping onto my youth
A chain made of gold and a technicolor coat
With my nails colored purple to boot
Strip me bare and beat me with it
Throw me in the den
Whip me with these airs I bear
And leave me there for dead
It’s been a few years since I fought through the tears
And sought some hope in the light
Don’t gimme your ideas, they’re gonna fall on deaf ears
A forlorn soul of my own design
An open road with a quartered up break
Somewhere down the line
I travelled alone, put forward my stake
And crossed to the other side
Oh, what a role I’m filling
Typecast as myself
Oh, it’s a lonely feeling
I’m asking for your help
No, I ain’t got no reason
For just how shitty I can act
But I hope I get the call next season
This show is all I have
Oh, I been playing the villain
In my low-budget personal film
Sold it for egregious thrills
And a home on the side of a hill
No I ain’t got no reason,
For signing this damn contract
But I hope I get the call next season,
That show was all that I had…
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bodytrip records Mansfield, Ohio
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