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We Fight Girls

by Fingers Crossed

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Tight shirts Short skirts Long hair Legs bare Nice curves Last nerves We fight GIRLS Bright eyes Bra’s lie Pink lips Wide hips Sweet voice So choice We Fight GIRLS Kind words What’s worse? Soft skin Cute grin Flushed cheeks Rough knees We Fight GIRLS
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Ambitions 02:08
I can't stand the smell of old stale chips Gotta get out of work, tired of dishing dip Time doesn’t fly when works a bitch My cell phone burns my pockets raw The boys are on the line I need to take this call My house at ten We build our fires tall. Another pick up game scored off the wall. GOTTA GET OUTA WORK! GOTTA GET TO THE PARK! The kids are on their boards but were too old and stiff the vert sesh made my favorite pair of pants rip the water fountain explodes again I swear dodgeball is not a sin The lights come on we skate through the night the stars don’t even put up a fight. And if we could we’d live at the Y, our favorite place to see time fly bye! All we have is each other I know these losers got my back I cant get over this summer cause I know these losers don’t take crap GET IN THE GARAGE! WE PLAY IT FROM THE START! Warming up cause school just got out Amps burning up, were way too loud No sign of vacant outlets our ears are the tortured subjects grit our teeth on guitar strings
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Let It Out 02:29
Let it out I can’t shake this feeling Can’t ask god For anymore spiritual healing Paint my walls With holes, frustrated evenings 8 feet tall I’d put holes in the ceiling, Too many times To keep myself from speaking Bite my tongue So hard it started bleeding But never again It’s time to get this off my chest But never again I know this rage will never end! (Can’t figure out, what im pissed about! But I know im dying to get this out!) Im looking around at you guys, I see riots, coke machines on their sides, Cars upside down, in the streets Rage means more than just fighting to me….. (Can’t figure out, what im pissed about! But I know im dying to get it out!)
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Two pairs of shoes/same color same size and shape/ and for all my misfortunes I’ve got one foot to blame/two lefts two rights same rhythm same stride/ but two different directions in mind. The soles are worn from rocks and made smooth/ the laces are dingy and always too loose/every step I take brings me closer to truth/ I’m so ready to change these shoes... In my thoughts these shoes trace the outline/Im tryin to be fair /im tryin to be fair!/taking small steps to better all mankind/ Im tryin to be fair /im tryin to be fair!/taking one shoe off at a time/ Im tryin to be fair /im tryin to be fair!/someday bare feet won’t be a crime. Two pairs of shoes/same color same size and shape/ and for all my misfortunes I’ve got one foot to blame/two lefts two rights same rhythm same stride/ but two different directions in mind. The soles are worn from rocks and made smooth/ the laces are dingy and always too loose/every step I take brings me closer to truth/ I’m so ready to change these fucking shoes. Im just trying to say/ we don’t have the time we used to waste/as we grow the shoes will start to unlace/ we don’t have the time we used to waste/ as we grow the shoes will start to unlace /im begging you to plunge your feet into the sand/someday we might see our bare feet again/ without calloused heels we aren’t real men/ take a chance step on white sand!
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Realist 03:03
Who are the girls, I hear all these songs about? They make them up, those girls don’t come around. Songs I love, about meaningless relations. Sappy bullshit and heartless bastards, weather men and chronic asthma. I can sing about breakfast lunch and dinner, I can be mean and cuss just another sinner, We can play loud and fast all fucking summer, When the winter comes the jams just get louder. Who are the boys, that tear these little girl hearts out? They sound like 9th grade high school drop outs. I don’t mean to poke fun at any of them. Tired hooks and endless romance, a story I have yet to witness. I can sing about breakfast lunch and dinner, I can be mean and cuss just another sinner, We can play loud and fast all fucking summer, When the winter comes the jams just get louder. My inexperience, has led to boring riffs, or am I really just the only one who’s being honest? My inexperience, has led to boring riffs, or am I really just the only one who’s being honest? I can sing about breakfast lunch and dinner, I can be mean and cuss just another sinner, We can play loud and fast all fucking summer, When the winter comes the jams just get louder.

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released April 15, 2009

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