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Chemical Kid
03:22
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he was a chemical kid
dreaming of guns and rimbaud
he was a chemical kid
burning holes in my stereo
he was a chemical kid
past his days on the dole
sound system was pumping out mad verse
I was plastered to the bed dreaming of course
of the boys in the in the band and broken songs
wondering what it'd be like born down in Albion
in the heart and mind there's always so much left unseen
from the flames of the fire in the soul we are born libertines
he was a chemical kid
with falling silhouettes of dreams
he was a chemical kid
riding with the girls in limousines
he was a chemical kid
face framed on magazines
in the shallow night reading french poetry
I felt the flowers of evil blooming within me
each word flowed intoxicated and pure
like a drunken vagabond on the dance floor
in the heart and mind there's always so much left unseen
from the flames of the fire in the soul we are born libertines
the barren streets burn calling out the centuries
those that came before, my grandfather's histories
But in truth it never, never meant that much to me
he was a chemical kid
the son of a falling empire
he was a chemical kid
seduced by his own desires
he was a chemical kid
from a nation grown grey and tired
in the dawn I can't find any work to be done
the factories are closing and the jobs are gone
there's nothing to do but scribble mad dreams
and read the piles of books and magazines
in the heart and mind there's always so much left unseen
from the flames of the fire in the soul we are born libertines
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2. |
Ready to Roll
02:09
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Shit man I woke up again
I've made that mistake before
I can't wait for this to end
Cuz I can't take this scene anymore
We got a 6 pack and some cigarettes
So why bother going downtown
We can waste away our memory
As we just drive around
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready to roll
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready to roll
We're gonna go in and out of white lines
Take the car, swerving side to side
But everyone who's out tonight
Is just racing to that red light
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready to roll
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready to roll
We're leaving all the shopping centers
For that dove grey highway
Going 90 into oblivion
And ain't no cop is getting in our way
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready to roll
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready to roll
Hey man, get in the car, you know we are, ready
Ready to, ready to roll
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3. |
Wickedness
03:16
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You can't run from the sun
It will catch you where you stand
And the shelter of the night
Makes so many demands
I never asked for salvation
And I certainly don't want it now
All night I've been staring at the rain
Watching the lightening roll through the clouds
Although we have taken different sides
Have we found where the truth lies?
I've seen all the evils through your eyes
And the wickedness that walks with me
And all we sacrifice to be free
'tween echoes of alleys and crickets in the country
This highway leads to a cracked dawn
From my city streets to your dirty southern nights
It all seems to work out wrong
I must be slipping up I can't find my tongue
All my thoughts racing right outa my head
Reciting words that bring no return
I always regret what I should've said
So here we walk along a razor's edge
Balancing our lies against regret
I've seen all the evils through your eyes
And the wickedness that walks with me
And all we sacrifice to be free
By the howl of trains and silence of the stars
I'm sure you've counted down the hours
Away from the rush of cars
And all those part time preachers
The lost loves and treacherous promises
The solitude sought in pairs
Away from tainted memories
Of everyone who pretended they care
Between the darkness and blinding light
Our paths seem to cross at twilight
I've seen all the evils through your eyes
And the wickedness that walks with me
And all we sacrifice to be free
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4. |
Downtown Dawn
02:32
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Nights of red wine and white lines
The dream of life decays to death
Still you're telling me its all fine
As you choke on your last breath
From the shell of the night
To the downtown dawn
I smile and reminisce
Over all I have done wrong
Satin and lace can't hide your face
Looking like your one more tear away
From another fall from grace
Oh how they feel exactly the same
From the shell of the night
To the downtown dawn
I smile and reminisce
Over all I have done wrong
Singing in such pretty lies, held in vague disguise
Is much more obvious than you dare realize
For me its been a perfect crime
Made it out of everything still alive
Like the stars are held in design
The silk'n'scars are signs to memorize
From the shell of the night
To the downtown dawn
I smile and reminisce
Over all I have done wrong
From the shell of the night
To the downtown dawn
I smile and reminisce
Over all I have done wrong
But what remains at sunrise
Is left for the flies
Which swarm the dark circles
That haunt your eyes
Which swarm the dark circles
That haunt your eyes
Which swarm the dark circles
That haunt your eyes
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I've seen the leaves on the branches grow brown and frail
They say there will be salvation after you've done your time in hell
The sound moves ever softer, hey whisper in my ear
Saying drink all you want to, but you'll never drink your way outa here
Everything is happening again
Everything is happening again
The old man in the park is feeding pigeons in the shade
He understands what is gone shall never be regained
He knows he better play it safe with his heart these days
Cuz if something happened to him who'd lay flowers on his wife's grave
Everything is happening again
Everything is happening again
Then there's the moments you think you get away
Lose meaning when you realize its just another game
The passion of war is tattooed on the television screen
And the radio static announces the death count today
Everything is happening
Everything is happening
Everything is happening again
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6. |
Ramshakle Romance
02:52
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The hydrogen jukebox moans sweet and soft
Playing bohemian night songs all night long
Our eyes stained red we burn like shadows
While your lover at home clings to his pillows
Through my hair you ran your finger tips
Took a drag of my cigarette even though you quit
But I'd trade my place in this dirty old bar
For the false security you gave your lover so far
Well it's a ramshackle romance
It's the destruction in the dance
We'll it's a ramshackle romance
There ain't no second chance
Two AM, outside the neon stopped glowing
But back to your place the whiskey's still flowing
You said that life is short and that only fools regret
What we do is secret and tomorrow we never met
Well it's a ramshackle romance
It's the destruction in the dance
We'll it's a ramshackle romance
There ain't no second chance
But I'll take happiness at any price
I won't stop, never listen to advice
Whatever risk for momentary bliss
Heaven and hell beneath your finger tips
Still you make me feel like and old dog under new moon
I awoke alone beneath the dirty covers
And found a note scrawled over passing hours
In silence listened to the wind through the window
Thought of your lover and the way these things go
Well it's a ramshackle romance
It's the destruction in the dance
We'll it's a ramshackle romance
There ain't no second chance
But I'll take happiness at any price
I won't stop, never listen to advice
Whatever risk for momentary bliss
Heaven and hell beneath your finger tips
Still you make me feel like and old dog under new moon (Yes you do now)
Still you make me feel like and old dog under new moon (Yes you do now)
Still you make me feel like and old dog under new moon (Yes you do now)
Still you make me feel like and old dog under new moon (Yes you do now)
Still you make me feel like and old dog under new moon (Yes you do now)
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7. |
Wish You Died Young
02:58
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You used to be one of the wild eyed boys
With your leather jacket and cheap cocaine
Now you're walking with no place to go
But you won't be coming this way again
You used to be one of the wild eyed boys
But your not looking too good no more
To late to learn that your drugs didn't work
That it only made your pain hurt worse
I know, I know you wish you died young
I know, I know you wish you died young
You're always telling me how it used to be
You say you wish you were more like me
But'cha gotta understand this ain't fate
It just comes down to the decisions that'cha make
I know, I know you wish you died young
I know, I know you wish you died young
These days you're always packing heat
Hoping the cops might take you out in the street
Cuz no one cares bout a middle age suicide
You just sit home wishing you were young enough to die
I know, I know you wish you died young
I know, I know you wish you died young
I know, I know you wish you died young
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8. |
Country Roads
03:32
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You can keep your open roads and your blooming red rose
Cuz country living aint gonna do nothing for me
I'm gonna stay in the city, right where I oughta be
Gimme the rusted cars and the late night neon bars
Where the open sign is hanging half lit
I'm gonna keep working on my habits, the ones you say I oughta quit
You say I don't like anything, well I don't like the green of spring
I don't like summer's gentle showers
Don't know what you're after, but I don't like you wasting my precious hours
I don't like these old time ways
See nothing wrong with worthwhile pay
I speak my mind or I got nothing to say
Maybe you think I should be ashamed
Or think its something social to blame
Cuz I'm gonna keep living my way
If I hear one more acoustic guitar, I'm heading straight to the bar
Gonna drink myself up somewhere thats right
Now thats clear and concise, I'm taking my car skidding across the ice
No I don't get much delight, hearing about the stars in the night
Laying in an open field mosquitoes on my chest
I guess I've got to confess, I like my way of living the best
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9. |
Partner in Crime
03:17
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There's something in our eyes like a worn alibi
At the edge of night with our backs to the dawn
Spent our money on girls under flattering lights
That mimic the skyline of New York town
There's disaster you see in everyone you perceive
So we sat alone and moved with midnight staggers
Each sigh of relief was a death in belief
Then we knew that nothing really matters
Like Kerouac and Cassidy
Like Bonnie and Clyde
I need a partner, a partner in crime
We sat in silence and watched glittering prizes
Richard turned and asked me for another smoke
Some two o'clock regular coughed into his beer
A girl named Emily sat on my knee before she spoke
Said she grew up naïve laughing at everything on TV
Whispered whatch'a doing here with these regulars
Told me stories of the street and her dancing days
An hour or so till close then left me her number
Like Kerouac and Cassidy
Like Bonnie and Clyde
I need a partner, a partner in crime
Inside the stage lights fade, the last call drinks were drained
I smoked my cigarette to the filter, wondering what comes after
We exit to the street, heads in a rush in some southern state
I wonder what comes next to me, maybe it will be a letter from Emily
With pills in our pockets we took the long way home
Lights flicker like falling stars or crashed cars
Caught in headlights frozen on the freeway
Twisted between lanes and tied by the scars
Like Kerouac and Cassidy
Like Bonnie and Clyde
I need a partner, a partner in crime
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The Bad Kids Rochester, New York
The Bad kids formed in Rochester New York, 2009. Past members have included Alex Northrup, Jim Hill and Ben Court. "Back to the Basement" is their first album recorded on a budget of $200.
thebadkidsband.com
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