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EVIL
02:55
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Oh you know what to say
And it’s eating up on me
Oh you know what to say and you’re
breaking up on me
Oh you know evil has it’s price and you’re gonna pay
Oh you know what to say and you’re breaking up on me
Oh
Says she likes evil
But she don’t see no good Smoke some of that reefer
She’s so damn misunderstood
Got the weight of the whole world
That is just the way it is
Now she’s the one that’s lonely all the time
Oh you know what to say and it’s eating up on me
Oh you know what to say and you’re breaking up on me
Oh you know evil has it’s price and you’re gonna pay
Oh you know what to say and you’re breaking up on me
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COFFEE
02:59
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Say you want me
Now you fucking got me
In these lonely days
Knock my socks off
Now you got my rocks off
In that scene you play
God, you oughta be ashamed
Your city streets ain’t a crock of shit, babe
They say I’m a fool but not like you
Every step of the way there’s a heartache to tango
Now you know you’re not the one for me
Cup of coffee
Now you’re acting sloppy
At the brain downtown
Talking bullshit
Now you’re on that wine shit
As if you’re breathing air
Tell ya life ain’t fair
Your city streets ain’t a crock of shit, babe
They say I’m a fool but not like you
Every step of the way there’s a heartache to tango
Now you know you’re not the one for me
Butter me up
Lather me up
Your city streets ain’t a crock of shit, babe
They say I’m a fool but not like you
Every step of the way there’s a heartache to tango
Now you know you’re not the one for me
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KILLER BEES
01:09
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Getting attacked by killer bees
Poison stings and allergies
Shit blew up like Rosie O’Donnell
Light began to fade, pain soon follow
Must have hit my head ‘cause I woke up Charlie Sheen on Sunday
All this tiger’s blood and cocaine’s got me going crazy
Doctor says I’m delirious, strapped me to the goddamn bed frame
Killer bees swarm my skull
Shoo, shoo, shoo shoo shoo shoo
Yeah
Cut, bruised and all the stings
Crying from the buzzing wings
Bit my tongue and now it’s bleeding
Can’t say a word, lungs stop breathing
Must have hit my head ‘cause I woke up Charlie Sheen on Sunday
All this tiger blood and cocaine’s got me going crazy
Doctor says I’m delirious, strapped me to the goddamn bed frame
Killer bees swarm my skull
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo shoo shoo
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4. |
DRIVE
04:06
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Oh girl I did you wrong
So I wrote you this song
Swaying back and forth
To the words and the chords
And all you gotta answer
Is what brings you back on the daily
Take me home tonight
Take my keys and drive
Smile your teeth white bright
Take my keys and drive
Life ain’t black and white
So we take it in stride
Then you strike a match and light up the moon
Cause it’s you
And all you gotta answer
Is what brings you back on the daily
Take me home tonight
Take my keys and drive
Smile your teeth white bright
Take my keys and drive
One last time
Take me home tonight
Take my keys and drive
Smile your teeth white bright T
ake my keys and drive
Take me home tonight
Take my keys and drive
Smile your teeth white bright
Take my keys and drive
One last time
One last time
One last time
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Captain WildChild Hamilton, Ontario
Captain WildChild is a trio set forth to change the world with soul piercing rock & roll. Based out of Hamilton, Ontario, the band consists of Chad Chartrand (vocals and guitar), Samuel Tomlinson (bass), and Nigel Stewart (drums).
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