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That Dude's Haircut
03:30
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Well, I just got thrown like a dog chew bone. I gotta have a ‘do like his: Style cool, no frizz.
He got a PH Balance. I got a broken down palace. I must be jealous. What do you think baby?
He got a full body. I’m so empty.
Crapped out. Down again to take a beatin’. Awakenin’ to see I’m cheated.
Pack it up. I’m not defeated. Buck it up now, and pretend you don’t need it.
That dude has got a really great haircut. That dude is gonna have a good time.
That dude has got a really great haircut. I wish that it was mine. Yeah, I wish that it was mine.
So now I’m feelin’ like a dope. That guy’s got everything I don’t.
I bet he’s got a really cool Mercedes. And he’s makin’ out with all the ladies.
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2. |
Hit The Wall
02:26
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I’m tired and I’m tensed up in the bars that I’m at. I’m running from the police and a baseball bat.
See terrible serpents hiding there in a tree. They switch my wine to water, so I’m shufflin’ me.
I hit the wall… Yeah, yeah, yeah,
A silly cell collection: What you are for your whole life.
Some skin, some bone and muscle compositioning your wife.
Terrible truth: We’re just DNA meatbags. We stumble thru the jungle on orgasms and bullcrap.
Come on and break shit!
Chasin’ everybody, huntin’ what we desire. Avoidin’ everybody, got a fear flyin’ higher.
Get your gifts exchanged, and your knives inserted. “Stability in chaos.” Well, it sounds so perverted.
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Vicodin, I’d do it all for you. Invade all three Americas, blow up Peru.
In the meantime, give me your buzz. If yer gonna do me in and out. Thank God because…
Va-va-va-va-vicodin, you get my mouth.
Vicodin, you need me to thrill. I give ya meaning to yer life, precocious pill.
Appreciation of your toxic love. It’s ‘cause o’ guys like crazy me, ya got a job.
Baby, bat me up. Hurry and get me high.
Vicodin, she take me places I love. The world and all the Universe, my newest drug.
Then she told me what I knew back when. First verse I told ya vicodin, she be doin’ me in.
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Squishy Hole
03:18
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Jenny saw the dentist the other day. Johnny breakin’ in, he wanna play.
Openin’ position, his teeth will taste. Jenny squish hole, he lick away.
She didn’t really lose that thing. Hey, hey. T-O-N-G-U-E yeah!
That thing was fallin’ free. Hey, hey. T-O-N-G-U-E yeah!
Stick it inside now, boyos. Girls go red as rose.
Stick it inside a squishy hole.
Johnny kiss Jenny, now it so smooth. Sharp stuff suckin’.
Now whistle cool.
Dinosaur tongue through swimming pool. Snake coil up. It slither you.
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Whatchya Know
04:03
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If everyone is wrong, I guess you rule the world. So have another beer, and take your pick of girls.
But ya got no truth. Stupid stew. You gotta know the news. It ain’t so wrong to say you’re gone.
Hey whatchya know, whatchya know, whatchya know, whatchya know. Whatchya really, really know is…
Words can complicate. Actions will doom the Earth.
If yer gonna know it all, something will shock you first.
Got yer sex & drugs. Get your buzz. Fuck the: “Where” “What” “Was”.
It ain’t a crime to wonder why.
I don’t know nothin’. You don’t know shit. I don’t know nothin’… nothin’ but shit.
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Older Women Of Wisdom
02:24
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Something sexy about… Somethin’ sexy about… I like the touch of the older type.
Somethin’ sexy about a mother.
Undercover when we’re out and about. The evenin’ better around.
She got energy she can’t hide. Insight always allow. I gather…
Older women of wisdom. I want ‘em. They got a sense of night table therapy.
My lady braver than you. My lady revel in truth. I love the way that she own the Earth.
Somethin’ sexy about a mother.
“Principle” We do not lose that game. Rye whiskey insane. We got a love of the “knowin’” kind.
Insight always allow. I gather…
They always put St. Germaine in the rye for me. The son is gay and he can’t stand the sight of me.
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She Can't Be Bangin' Him
02:04
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He’s got her hips and her sweet lispstick. She’s got his sins and an ego trip.
He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. She’s bangin’ him.
He’s got her taste in radio. She’s got his lack of good to go.
He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. She’s bangin’ him.
She can’t be bangin’ him.
He’s got her legs and the stuff inside. She’s got his mouth and it’s cyanide.
He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. She’s bangin’ him.
He’s got her touch under the sheets. She’s got his lack of knowin’ needs.
He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. He’s got ‘er. She’s bangin’ him.
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8. |
Rock N' Roll Gets Me Hot
02:06
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I’ve been playin’ with myself for most of the night. I see you fingerin’ yer own.
Gonna touch ya with my hand, reachin’ out for the band. ‘Cause the rhythm makes me rise.
Rock n’ roll gets me hot. Burn now. Baby shake yer ass to the Guitar Gods.
Rock n’ roll gets me hot. Burn now. I wanna feel the sound with you.
I’m so worked up. I don’t care who wins.
I’m gonna study all your clothes ‘til you feel yourself exposed. You’ll surrender while you scream.
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Party Foul
02:37
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We tried a secret place to stone your pretty face. I felt your body tone. You touched my achin’ bone.
But somethin’ got sick baby when your friend burst in badly.
It’s a party foul. Goddamn it was a party foul. Goddamn it was a party foul like no other.
We’ve got one night to kiss. Bad drinks and some of this.
We make the most of time. I quickly make your mind.
But nervous hand shake killin’ has both our glasses spillin’.
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PoW!
02:49
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Pow! In yer pants, in your face, in September or May.
Pow! Go the weasel into work. He do it every day.
Hide if ya haveta. Here we come ready or…
Pow! Break the skin. Raise a rash. Itch ya under yer eye.
Pow! Make a sound. Make a mess all over some other guy. Hide if ya haveta, ready or not.
We’re gonna blow you up. We’re gonna blow you up. We’re gonna blow you up.
Blow off yer gown. Here comes the countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3, 2, 1!
Pow! We can rock. We can roll. Throw you into the sky.
Pow! Big guitar. Bigga voice. We kill you dead or alive.
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1st Damn Beer
02:46
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Beeline to the bar. Social and so far…loser.
Get my buzzin’ on, before game is gone…loser.
Plastic changin’ hands. Where the hell’s the band? Loser.
Bartender, bartender… first damn beer of the night.
Priority is pushin’ me to act, intention in my way.
All right. Feel all right. Don’t ya feel it.?
Sister becomes smooth, local becomes cool. Oh yeah.
Double fisted thought. Buddy may have bought. Oh yeah.
Roamin’ at the mouth. All behavior south.
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12. |
We're All Gettin' Laid
02:57
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We’re all gettin’ laid tonight. We’re all gettin’ laid tonight.
We’re all gettin’ laid! We all get drunk. We all get high.
You wanna dance before romance. I think you’re onto somethin’.
And I can’t keep it down. No, I can’t keep it down.
Ya big flirt. Ya make it hurt I don’t shed tears for nuthin’.
And I can’t keep it down. No, I can’t keep it down.
A funny singer. Dirty songs. The loudest band in Torrance.
And I can’t keep it down. No, I can’t keep it down.
Ya get buzzed. Ya stare at us. Witness my assurance.
And I can’t keep it down. No, I can’t keep it down.
See! What comes around will go around.
You wanna leave. The party’s me. I gotta keep it goin’.
And I can’t keep it down. No, I can’t keep it down.
We all kiss and take a piss. I’m mean and overflowin’.
And I can’t keep it down. No, I can’t keep it down.
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13. |
Go Down With Me Judy
03:45
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Bustin’ up my tongue for the “o”.
It’s the “oh” that makes you up against the gun in the pleasure venue.
It’s location, fascination with all the tinglin’ we reciprocatin’.
Oh us: We just wanna wake up.
Go down with me Judy. Go down with me Judy. A will. A way. We see. We’ll both go down Judy.
Windin’ up yer mind: What I want.
It’s the hunt that hurts me. Get ya open wide. More than fun, it’s a cosmic candy.
It’s perception, inclination. We can see a lover and we see a favor.
Oh now, we just gotta give out.
You wonder what the truest love allows.
Yer gettin’ gone the vanity yer ditchin’, not proud.
You wonder how to give it all? Endow.
Yer gettin’ on yer silly knees. Reward me. Right now.
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14. |
Satellite
03:00
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Problems are solved. Lessons forgotten.
People and cars. Valleys and mountains
There’s someone watching your next move
and someone’s in your sights
Its all caught on the satellite.
There’s dogs eating cats. Cats eating mice.
When lice chew up our skin. Yeah, we’re feedin’ all the lice.
Buildings shadow houses and houses shadow light.
We keep getting’ paper cuts. Rock breaks scissors.
An’ we jus’ might kill someone. Arguments at dinner.
Playin’ out a sitcom for alien's delight.
Life transmits on the satellite.
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The Hi-Z's Los Angeles, California
The Hi-Z's are a fun rock N' roll band hailing from Los Angeles California.
Current Line up
is...
Amy Archibald- Keyboards & Vocals
Hugh Asnen- Lead Vocals
Jeffrey White- Bass & Vocals
Josh Casper- Guitar & Vocals
Douglas Boyle- Drums
To contact the Hi-Z's please EMAIL thehizs@gmail.com or facebook The Hi-Z's
Music video(s)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ru1bjPx83Y
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