| The Lyrics "I was never your age" |
| Surreal (Jennifer's Song) I pictured you like this All blown away by a simple kiss Your hanging on a limb With emotion on a whim Yeah! My heart is on my sleeve To hell with all the rules Just a hopeless romantic, ya Just one of those fools (Chorus) And when I hold you, it's And when I touch you, it's And when I love you, it's Surreal, so Surreal They say it's fashion But I've got the passion To see you so satisfied Is the on;y wish I have Yeah! My mouth is oh so dry But my soul is oh so wet I need to be with you Your the best I've had yet (Chorus) Smalltown We're happy little elves Happy in every way We love our little jobs Every single day We take the city bus to work And pine away our time If we're lucky we get a raise But there's no reason or rhyme (Chorus) It's your future, when you live in a small town It's your future, bag boy P.h.D. It's your future, when you live in a small town It's your future, bag boy P.h.D. You can work at Beckers Or pump gas down town Clean cars for Russ Urling Or pick stones for farmer Joe It ain't easy living these days And we all know that's true But you got to be yourself ya You gotta learn to break on through (Chorus) We're happy little elves Happy in every way We love our little jobs Every single day It ain't easy living these days And we all know that's true But you got to be yourself You gotta learn to break on through (Chorus) Sticky Stuff (A Close Encounter with Reality) My popsicle is melting, my popsicle is melting My popsicle is melting, and so is my soul It's so sticky on my hands It's so sticky on my face Sugar water artificial colour, oh My popsicle is melting all over me Mother told me to be careful Not to touch just any old thing But I never took her too seriously And now I'm paying the price (Chorus) Soul is intangable, oh so they say Give me the intangable, I want it to stay Touch the intangable, hold on to dreams Nothing is real, Johnny so it seems My popsicle is melting Melting in the noon day sun It's dripping on the pavement Now I'll be paying for my fun It's so sticky on my hands It's so sticky on my face Sugar water artificial colour I'm no longer in the race (Chorus) My popsicle is melting, my popsicle is melting My popsicle is melting, and so is my soul Sex Camper Weekend Judy looks up at me With those big brown eyes Tries to look into my heart But it's no longer there Been swallowed up whole Yah, it's being digested I don't know what's left There's no answer to why (Chorus) There's fun to be had Until the shit hits the fan Yah I'll be covering my back When the shit hits the fan Sex Camper Weekend Snow on the ground It's just us kids yeah There's no other sound Judy looks into her heart And gets the big picture She knows silence is golden And she'll keep her word (Chorus) Sex Camper Weekend, Sex Camper Weekend, Sex Camper Weekend Judy looks up at me With those big brown eyes Tries to look into my heart But it's no longer there Judy looks into her heart And gets the big picture She knows silence is golden And she'll keep her word (Chorus) And when the shit hits the fan We'll be covering our backs Yah when the shit hits the fan We won't be hung out on the rack There was fun to be had But then the shit hit the fan With all this double talk and stuff They just don't understand Nuthin' At All I'm looking out my window Not too much to do today I see little Johnny Sinclair And I watch him play He must have been a good boy Cause he's got a brand new toy I'm gonna go over and take it! I wanna stir up some shit (Chorus) I don't get it, I get nuthin' I don't get it, I get nuthin' at all Nuthin' at all I'm back at my window Wanna try something new Little Johnny Sinclairs back out He's still feeling kinda blue His mother treats him well Johnny never ever raises hell I'm gonna show him what to do Yeah, I'll make a bad boy outta you! Fire (For Belinda) Seething up from the cracks of decay No longer caring what I do or say I'm consumed by a hate I never knew And all of this anger is directed at you Once the flames have been fanned The spite only grows in it's demand Anger only breeds more of itself My common sence is up on the shelf (Chorus) It's a fire, burning hot I'm turning into something I'd rather not Consumed by fire, consumed by fire Fire! The heat and passion consume me whole And now I'm on a destruction roll Nothing can stop what she's begun I unleash my wrath on everyone I'm no longer my normal self I don't care about fame or wealth There's only one thing on my mind And I work myself into a deeper bind (Chorus) How did I ever get into this way? What exactly was it that she had to say? I never ever would have thought this was me! Who is this hate monger that you see? It's not me! It's not me! It's not me! It's the fire! (Chorus) Sometimes, but not always Sometimes, but not always, I will miss you And sometimes, but not always, I will love you It depends on the time of day It depends on my shades of grey On whether I need you, or not Sometimes, but not always, I will long for you And sometimes, but not always, I will lust for you It depends on the time of week It depends on if I turn the other cheek On if I want you, or not (Chorus) But you have to know, I'll not let you go And your freedom is mine And you must realize, for I sense it in your sighs Yes, your freedom is mine Sometimes, but not always, I need to talk to you And sometimes, but not always, I have to get away It depends on my mood swings It depends on how my soul stings On whether I understand you, or not Sometimes, but not always, I just want to hold you And sometimes, but not always, I need to scold you You say it depends on the weather And I say to that "whatever" As long as we can work as one (Chorus) |
| All lyrics by Tom Ryerson, printed with permission by the Isis Music Group International and Mouton Music Canada. Songs administered by BMI in the USA and SOCAN for the rest of the world. Copyright 2006 Isis. |
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