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Rating:
2,263 is read two thousand two hundred sixty-three.
2,263 seconds are thirty-seven minutes. 2,263 minutes are thirty-seven hours. 2,263 hours are ninety-four days. 2,263 days are six years spent on stages. 6 years spent on stages are forty-six pages, the last of «Ramones. An American Band.» by Jim Bessman, the complete gigography from March 30, 1974, to August 6, 1996.
March 29, 1974. Jeffrey is 22 years old; ten years earlier, his grandmother contributes to buying his first drum set. John is also 22 and is friends with Douglas, who is 21; a couple of months earlier, John and Douglas head to 48th Street in New York, Manny's Guitar Center; John buys a Mosrite Blue guitar, Douglas a DanElectro bass, 50 dollars for the guitar, the same for the bass. Jeffrey plays with a band, the Sniper, and knows John because they frequent the same places and run into each other after high school; later, he also starts hanging out with Douglas because friends of friends are friends; John recommends Douglas keep an eye on that lanky Jeffrey; Douglas calls Jeffrey and suggests he join a band. Douglas, Jeffrey, and John.
March 30, 1974, 7:30 AM. Margarina wears a blue apron and goes to elementary school. Testa wears a blue apron and goes to kindergarten.
March 30, 1974, 10:00 PM. Douglas, bass and vocals, John, guitar, and Jeffrey, drums, perform at the Performance Studio. In the days leading up, the three distribute flyers to advertise the event. The audience is not one for grand occasions, about thirty friends, entry costs two dollars. Even if the audience isn't big, for the three, it's their debut; their nervousness is evident; Douglas trips over the $50 DanElectro and destroys it, scrambling to find another bass to prevent the first show from ending before it starts. Douglas sings most songs, occasionally replaced by Jeffrey, who has a beautiful voice; it takes few songs for Douglas to become hoarse; Jeffrey hits so hard he destroys his equipment, makes an incredible noise on the cymbals, drowning out the sound of the other instruments and the vocals.
March 30, 1974, 10:37 PM. «All our friends were invited, and we suck to each one of them, so much so they stop hanging out with us. We are not ready to play in front of any kind of audience.» That's how John comments on the performance. «They bring in their equipment, and then, plugged in, they start playing: they are terrible, pathetic. But also formidable.» declares Thomas, 21, the boss of the Performance Studio, sensing these three might have surprises in store, while his partner Monte laughs from the first to the last note.
March 31, 1974, 7:30 AM. Margarina still goes to elementary school; Testa to kindergarten.
March 31, 1974, 5:21 PM. Thomas offers to manage Douglas, Jeffrey, and John for a few months: everyone agrees. But something needs to change... Jeffrey isn't the best drummer around, so Thomas, who had never touched a drum set, sits behind the drums to show Jeffrey how he should play, but Jeffrey doesn't understand; until Douglas and John shout: «Why don't you play the drums?». To Thomas, it seems like an opportunity to seize and he rushes out to buy a set, parting with a hundred bucks that matches the guitar and bass for fifty. And never mind that Thomas had never touched a drum set... «I don't have a melodic style, and I don't play fourths, fifths, scales, or stuff like that with harmonic progression. The bass line always follows the guitar; I play the first note of the chord and stick to it.» Douglas illustrates his technique... «I had never played the guitar before, and I learned by counting downstrokes, “one-two-three-four”. Downstrokes and barre chords, that's all. I learned by following this routine.» John argues, revealing his personal style based on the “constant movement of the limp wrist”... «John makes it sound simple, but it's not like that. I can't play like him, and I bet Eddie Van Halen couldn't either. At least not for an hour straight. No one else can play like John.» so says Ed, someone who knows about guitars and guitarists and was at the Performance Studio on March 30, 1974.
April 1, 1974, 8:30 AM. Margarina and Testa, still present.
April 1, 1974, 7:12 PM. Jeffrey on vocals, John on guitar, Douglas on bass, Thomas on drums; Jeffrey baptizes himself Joey, John [GP1] Johnny, Douglas Dee Dee, and Thomas Tommy. They pass themselves off as brothers from a Puerto Rican family illegally immigrated and stationed in New York, Queens, the Ramone; like the Smiths of London, Notting Hill, and the Brambillas of Milan, Giambellino. That they were all born within a short span of 365 days and aren't twins is an inconsistency that no one minds. They are the Ramones, they seem like a flash in the pan, a joke destined to last a short time.
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August 5, 1996, 11:56 AM. Margarina and Testa, long finished with their brilliant careers behind school desks, enjoy their well-deserved vacations.
August 5, 1996, 6:07 PM. 8,164 days have passed between March 30, 1974, and today. The Ramones realize that a joke is funny when brief deem that tomorrow's in Los Angeles will be their last gig.
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8,165 is read eight thousand one hundred sixty-five.
8,165 days are 195,960 hours which are 11,757,600 minutes which are 705,456,000 seconds. Or, more simply, 8,165 days are those between March 30, 1974, and August 6, 1996. Or even more simply, 8,165 days are those between the first and last gig of the Ramones. 2,263 concerts in 8,165 days, one concert every four days.
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August 6, 1996, 5:03 PM. Margarina is at home dozing after an exhausting hike in the mountains; Testa is at home dozing after a day spent baking by the lakeside. If they knew what was to happen shortly in the City of Angels, they would be elsewhere, preoccupied with entirely different matters.
August 6, 1996, 9:57 PM. Friends mingled in the crowd make themselves heard, indeed; they are more than thirty and have paid more than two dollars to attend the feast; and they are eager for the party to begin. And let the party begin, for heaven's sake! To the notes of «The Good, the Bad, the Ugly» the Ramone brothers take the stage; Joey with his emaciated face, covered by ever-longer and messier hair, the inevitable sunglasses hiding eyes too shy to be THE punk-rocker, Joey living for years with cancer that makes singing a pain and will soon shorten his days, but tonight is the night, and this is a wonderful world, don't worry about me; so CJ, who replaced Dee Dee, yells for the 2,263rd time: «One-two-three-four»; and «Durango 95», «Teenage Lobotomy», «Psycho Therapy», «Blitzkrieg Bop» up to «Any Way You Want It». 32 bullets in quick succession, a formidable set unchanged for two decades.
August 6, 1996, 10:56 PM. It's the last gig and some friends have chosen to be there to honor those four hooligans from Queens who on March 30, 1974, were laughed at by everyone present. Lemmy takes the stage, only Lemmy, and it's the most intense moment rock 'n' roll – not punk, not blues, not metal, but rock 'n' roll as a whole – has experienced since July 4, 1954, when Elvis entered the Sun Records recording studio. The Ramones have played the same song for 22 years, Lemmy Ramone, the same: «I've always thought people change for the worse, if they change», thus the life philosophy of John; «The bad boy plays the rock'n'roll / Gabba gabba see how they go / Bad boys once, bad boys even now / Great friends, mau mau mau.» thus the life philosophy of Lemmy. R.A.M.O.N.E.S.!!!!!
August 6, 1996, 11:08 PM. Arrive Tim Armstrong and Lars Frederiksen. In that hot Californian summer of 1996, they are the ones holding up the punk flag with dignity; but Rancid would never have existed if on March 30, 1974, those four hooligans from Queens hadn't found themselves at the Performance Studio being laughed at by everyone present. R.A.M.O.N.E.S.!!!!!
August 6, 1996, 11:18 PM. Now it's Chris Cornell, Ben Shepard, and Eddie Vedder's turn. In that hot Californian summer of 1996, they are holding the rock flag high with dignity; but neither Soundgarden nor Pearl Jam would have existed if on March 30, 1974, those four hooligans from Queens hadn't found themselves at the Performance Studio to be laughed at by everyone there. In the booklet notes, Eddie's scarce words stand out: «2,262 shows, plus this last, in a van, remember.» Those four hooligans from Queens toured the world far and wide, played everywhere: always on the road with shabby vans, no comforts, always on the front line, with fierce and incorruptible coherence. Punk. R.A.M.O.N.E.S.!!!!!
August 6, 1996, 11:30 PM. And lastly, the prodigal brother Dee Dee returns who, years ago, polemically abandoned brotherhood, leaving the bass in CJ's capable hands. Now the party is real. Let cancer, drug addiction, betrayals, and subterfuges go to hell, it's time now for finger-pointing once again like that night of December 31, 1977 – remember Douglas? Remember Jeffrey? – and another 2,261 nights, chanting in unison with all the breath in our bodies «D.U.M.B. Everyone accuses me». R.A.M.O.N.E.S.!!!!!
August 7, 1996, 12:00 AM. The Ramones end here. The Ramones will never reunite, except for the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame induction ceremony on March 18, 2002. But they are no longer the same: Jeffrey died on April 15, 2001. Simul stabunt, simul cadunt: Douglas dies on June 5, 2002, and John follows him on September 15, 2004. Thomas, the youngest of the Ramone brothers, is also the last to leave the stage on July 11, 2014. The Ramones are tough but not tough enough to escape death.
August 7, 1996, 7:27 AM. Margarina and Testa still don't know each other but awaken simultaneously with the same bitter taste in their mouths. They don't yet know that the last gig of the Ramones, the two-thousand-two-hundred-sixty-third to be precise, ended recently.
November 18, 1997. Eagle Rock Records releases «We’re Outta Here!», the album documenting the last concert in Ramones history.
November 19, 1997. Margarina and Testa still don't know each other but, stirred by the same emotional tremor, leave home early to buy «We’re Outta Here!», the album documenting the last concert in Ramones history; they return home late and lose themselves in observing the photos inside the booklet: the four brothers' dusty and creased "spikes," hanging, ready to be worn one last time; Johnny's guitar bearing the marks of 2,263 battles fought through the years; the concert photos, with all the guests; the thanks from the four hooligans from Queens, expressing their satisfaction and disbelief for a band that is a unique and never-to-be-replicated Story. A group of friends who faced and overcame difficulties, differences, quarrels. R.A.M.O.N.E.S.!!!!!
March 12, 2016. Margarina and Testa have known each other in a debasarian manner for a couple of years. Margarina saw the Ramones live three times, moshing and sweating and dripping genuine fun as in no other occasion ever; Testa never saw the Ramones live but owns all their records and listens to them on repeat even today, at 45 years old, moshing and sweating and dripping genuine fun as in no other occasion ever. In the early afternoon, Margarina delivers a few lines about «We’re Outta Here» to Testa; in the evening, Testa adds more, blending it all together.
March 14, 2016. The third of Margahead. And if you've made it this far, we welcome you among us, one of us, gabba gabba hey or ad maiora, you might say.
R.A.M.O.N.E.S.!!!!!
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Spiderman (02:11)
1,2,3,4...
Spider-man, Spider-man, does whatever a spider can,
Spins a web, any size, catches thieves, just like flies,
Look out... here comes the Spider-man
Is he strong? Listen bud; he's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread? take a look over head.
Hey there, there goes the Spider-man.
In the chill of the night at the scene of a crime,
Like a stream of light he arrives just in time.
Spider-man, Spider-man friendly neighborhood Spider-man,
Wealth and fame he's ignored, action is his reward.
To him, life is a great big bang up,
wherever there's a hang up, you'll find the Spider-man!
04 I Just Want To Have Something To Do (02:09)
"Hangin out on Second Avenue
Eating chicken feelin' blue
I just want to be with you
I just want to have something to do
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Well allright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Wait-now
Wait-now
Hanging out all by myself
I don't want to be with anybody else
I just want to be with you
I just want to have something to do
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Well allright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Wait-now
Wait-now
(4x)
Hanging out all by myself
I don't want to be with anybody else
I just want to be with you
I just want to have something to do
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Well allright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
05 Commando (01:21)
They do their best
They do what they can
They get them ready for Viet Nam
From old Hanoi to East Berlin
Commando---Involved again
They do their best
They do what they can
They get them ready for Viet Nam
First rule is: The laws of Germany
Second rule is: Be nice to mommy
Third rule is: Don't talk to commies
Fourth rule is: Eat kosher salamis
06 Sheena Is A Punk Rocker (01:46)
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
She's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker.
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
She's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker.
07 Rockaway Beach (02:11)
Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground, the hot concrete
Bus ride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway beach
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway beach
Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground, the hot concrete
Bus ride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
08 Pet Sematary (03:01)
Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins and warlords,
Come out of the ground not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around.
And the night when the cold wind blows,
No one cares nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
CHORROS
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dancee, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh
09 The Crusher (02:09)
Now I wanna wrestle in the garden
I'm on my way to stardom
I know I'm ready I know I'm great
But first I have to get in shape
Cause I've got my eyes on the Russian Bear
Gonna tear him up I swear
This guy thinks he's the champion
Gonna take his belt and beat him!
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm ready for a match with the Russian Bear
Gonna pile drive him pull his hair
I might have a foreign object in my trunks
I might have to use on that punk
Got the hardest hold you can put on anyone
If you're my victim you're beaten
I'm a lean mean fighting machine
Powerful and strong like King Kong
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
Started having second thought I was scared as hell
The last thing I wanted was to hear them ring the bell
I mean the Russian Bear could probably
tear me limb from limb
He'd probably grin be real happy with himself
This is not good for my health
I'm not coming out of the dressing room
And get beaten up by that goon
Go back to Russia go back home!
Don't wanna get a broken bone
Or a lump on my head
Ain't gonna hide under the bed
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the crusher (crusher)
I'm the Crusher
12 Teenage Lobotomy (01:30)
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me
Now I am a real sickie
Guess I'll have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose.
All the girls are in love with me
I'm a teenage lobotomy.
Slugs and snails are after me
DDT keeps me happy
Now I guess I'll have to tell 'em
That I got no cerebellum.
Gonna get my Ph.D.
I'm a teenage lobotomy.
REPEAT
15 Wart Hog (01:33)
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart
I shot some dope, I feel so sick
It's a sick world, sick, sick, sick
Drugs and bitches and junkies and fags
Artificial phonies I hate it, hate it
Sick, sick, sick, it's the price I pay
It's a sick world, what can I say?
(Bullshit scum, they're all ingrates)
They steal, they cheat, they take take take
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart
I wanna puke, I can't sit still
(There's sex and drugs in a nightmare world)
It's a sick world, sick, sick, sick
It's a hopeless life, I hate it, hate it
It's the drugs and the lies and the rip off bet?
Drugs and bitches and commies and queers
Artificial phonies, I hate it, hate it
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
Wart, Wart Hog
16 Cretin Hop (01:22)
There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'
you gotta keep it beatin'
for all the hoppin' cretins
cretin! cretin!
I'm gonna go for a whirl with my cretin girl
my feet won't stop
doing the cretin hop
cretin! cretin!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
cretins wanna hop some more
4 - 5 - 6 - 7
all good cretins go to heaven
(Repeat)
17 R.A.M.O.N.E.S. (01:17)
New York City N.Y.C.
Pretty mean when it want to be
Black leather, kneehole pants,
Can't play no highschool dance,
Fuzz tone, hear'em go, hear'em on
The radio
Misfits, twilight zone
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
RAMONES!
Bad boy rock, bad boy roll
Gabba gabba hey, see then go
C. J now hit the gas
Mark takes it up the ass
Go Johnny, go, go, go
No Tommy O-Way-O
Misfits, twilight zone
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
RAMONES!
Bad boys then, bad boys now
Good buddies, mau, mau, mau
Keep it up, rock'n'roll,
Good Music save your soul
Dee Dee, he left home
Joey call me on the phone
Misfits, twilight zone
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
RAMONES!
18 Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World (01:40)
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatze
You know I fight for fatherland.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatze
You know I fight for fatherland.
Little German boy
Being pushed around.
Little German boy
In a German town.
I'm a shock trooper in a stooper
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatze
You know I fight for fatherland.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatz
You know I fight for fatherland.
Little German boy
Being pushed around.
Little German boy
In a German town.
Today your love, tommorow the world!(5x)
19 Pinhead (02:57)
Gabba gabba we accept you we accept you one of us
Gabba gabba we accept you we accept you one of us
I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse that I could go for
I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse that I could go for
I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse that I could go for
I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse that I could go for
D-U-M-B
Everyone's accusing me
I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse that I could go for
I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse that I could go for
20 53rd & 3rd (01:56)
If you think you can well, Come on man,
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam.
I said no more of your fairy stories
Cause I got my other worries.
Chorus:
53rd & 3rd
Standing on the street.
53rd & 3rd
I'm trying to turn a trick.
53rd & 3rd
You're the one they never pick.
53rd & 3rd
Don't it make you feel sick?
If you think you can well, Come on man,
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam.
I said no more of your fairy stories
Cause I got my other worries.
Chorus:
53rd & 3rd
Standing on the street.
53rd & 3rd
I'm trying to turn a trick.
53rd & 3rd
You're the one they never pick.
53rd & 3rd
Don't it make you feel sick?
Then I took out my razor blade.
Then I did what God forbade.
Now the cops are after me.
But I proved that I am no sissy.
Chorus:
53rd & 3rd
Standing on the street.
53rd & 3rd
I'm trying to turn a trick.
53rd & 3rd
You're the one they never pick.
53rd & 3rd
Don't it make you feel sick?
53rd & 3rd.
22 We're A Happy Family (01:59)
We're a happy family
we're a happy family
we're a happy family
me mom and daddy
We're a happy family
we're a happy family
we're a happy family
me mom and daddy
Sitting here in Queens
eating refried beans
we're in all the magazines
gulpin' down thorazines
we ain't got no friends
our troubles never end
no Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men
Daddy's telling lies
baby's eating flies
mommy's on pills
baby's got the chills
I'm friends with the president
I'm friends with the pope
we're all making a fortune
selling daddy's dope
Sitting here in Queens
eating refried beans
we're in all the magazines
gulpin' down thorazines
we ain't got no friends
our troubles never end
no Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men
We're a happy family
we're a happy family
we're a happy family
me mom and daddy
We're a happy family
we're a happy family
we're a happy family
me mom and daddy...
23 Psycho Therapy (02:10)
Psycho therapy
Psycho therapy
Psycho therapy
That's what they wanna give me
Psycho therapy
Psycho therapy
Psycho therapy
All they wanna give me
I'm a teenage schizoid
The one your parents despise
Psycho therapy
Now I got glowing eyes
I'm a teenage schizoid
Pranks and muggings are fun
Psycho therapy
Gonna kill someone
Psycho therapy
Psycho therapy
I like takin' Tuinal
It keeps me edgy and mean
I'm a teenage schizoid
I'm a teenage dope fiend
I'm a kid in the nut house
I'm a kid in the psycho zone
Psycho therapy
I'm gonna burglarize your home
Psycho therapy
Psycho therapy
25 Beat On The Brat (02:14)
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh.
What can you do, what can you do, with the brat like that always
on your back, what can you loose; what can you do, what can you do
with the brat like that always on your back what can you loose, loose.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah, oh oh.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah, oh oh.
What can you do, what can you do, with the brat like that always
on your back, what can you loose; what can you do, what can you do
with the brat like that always on your back what can you loose.
27 Blitzkrieg Bop (01:36)
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot them in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot them in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
29 I Believe In Miracles (02:41)
I used to be on a endless run
Believe in miracles 'cause i'm one
I've been blessed with the power to survive
And after all these years i'm still alive
I'm outta here kickin' with the band
I'm no longer a solitary man
Every day my time runs out
Lived like a fool that what i was about oh,
I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world, for me and you
oooh, and I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Tatooed your name on my arm
I always said my girl is a good luck charm
If she can find a reason to forgive
Then i can find a reason to live
I used to be on a endless run
Believe in miracles 'cause i'm one
I've been blessed with the power to survive
And after all these years i'm still alive
Ohh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Ohh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
I close my eyes and it think how
It might be
The future is here today
It's not too late
It's not too late no!
Ohh I believe in miracles
And I believe in a better world for me and you
Ohh I believe in miracles
And I believe in a better world for me and you
30 Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment (01:14)
I was feeling sick
Losing my mind
I heard about these treatments
From a good friend of mine
He was always happy
Smile on his face
He said he had a great time at the place.
Peace and love is here to stay
And now I can wake up and face the day
Happy happy happy all the time
Shock treatment, I'm doing fine.
Gimme gimme shock treatment
32 I Wanna Be Sedated (02:04)
Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go home,
I wanna be sedated
Just, get me to the airport, put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain
Oh no oh-oh oh-oh
Twenty-twenty twenty-four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go home,
I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain
Oh no oh-oh oh-oh
Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go home,
I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair and get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry, before I gonna go
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes
Oh no oh-oh oh-oh
Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go home,
I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry, before I gonna go
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes
Oh no oh-oh oh-oh
Ba-ba-baba baba-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-baba baba-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-baba baba-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-baba baba-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated
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