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Barely Legal (22.09.1997)
22.09.1997
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The present has scared away the past.
And there's nothing left but now and future.
Time is moving all to fast I tried to grab some but it passed.
But thats the way it'll always be for me and you.
Pushing through and pushing way to hard in front of me a cart filled with
future.
All to young to young to think like this.

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You laugh at me and call me i-d-i-o-t.
You laugh and turn your back cause I'm not like you're supposed to be.
But it's not a question - a question of low iq.
Cause if it was well then the answer wouldn't be me but you.
a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, don't know who the hell
I'm supposed to be i-d-i-o-t a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, yeah thats me i-d-i-o-t.
I put with being laughed at cause I put up with being me.
And then on artificial someone says I'm the i-d-i-o-t.
But I got motivation yeah I pretty much love it all.
To make your artificial nation stumble and fall.
I know that I'm a screw up.
I know I'm in a band.
I know that I am up against a mighty mighty man.
But I'm satisfied with being, being one of the lucky few.

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A neon light is seen above every average teen.
A sign spelling out a word that none of us has heard.
Fourteen bucks today and I get a new life tomorrow
a new product rejects unhappy moments and sorrow.
I'll take this one and that one and then some more.
I'll use a piece of paper and the almighty pen - here we go again.
A voice inside of me says insufficiency how come it worked out for you?
I better try something new.
Not satisfied just yet - wanna receive and get.

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They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than
say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than
say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than
say:

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Born only a month ago yet I'm (already) fully grown from head to toe.
Lots of metal, lots of grease and put together piece by piece.
To support a system that uses me....but the day is here and they're gonna see.

I'm on a mission cause now I've had it.
I watch their system and spit right at it.
I was born and plated a schmuck they created.
I'll explode I'll erode yeah I'll break you fucking code cause I'm an automatic
schmuck.
With a tendency to rock.
Deprived of mind but yet I know - I'm a metallic man about to blow.
Time to set the record straight.
Time to let out all my hate.
I'm on a mission an metallic man with the intention to expose the plan.
I was born and plated a schmuck they created.
I'll explode I'll erode yeah I'll break you fucking code cause I'm an automatic
schmuck.
With a tendency to rock.
I'm on a mission a metallic goof - it takes a man of steal to reveal the truth.

I was born and plated a schmuck they created.
I'll explode I'll erode yeah I'll break you fucking code cause I'm an automatic
schmuck.

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Being the king of asskissing makes him a royal drag.
And the king of asskissing, he's after me again, bringing me his royal nag.
He takes every opportunity to get to me.
....And here he comes again dont think I'll ever be at rest.
I suppose happiness will come to some but I'll never be a lucky one.
Still I got to keep on hoping for the best.
But once again he comes again thats how the story goes
and it's been long enough for me to know where he's about to put his nose.
SOMETIME, SOMEDAY THAT
BASTARD'S GONNA PAY!
The king of of asskissing says I'm the one and only.
And the king of asskissing with his constant presence he keeps me from being
lonely.
He's a royal branch of luncay that gets to me.
....And here we go again it looks as if he's here to stay.
I've tried to beat to pull and whack.
But a monkey sliding down my back won't easily go away.
So once again he comes again about to reach his goal.
The one and only monrach with his kingdom in a hole.

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I took time to think things over - time I didn't want to spare.
Cause someone told me I had things to fix - things I didn't wanna repair.
So I was talked into sitting quietly thinking bout the things I'd done.
Didn't like it so I said wisely oh hell!
Where's my fun?
Hail hail spit n'drool.
I liked the way that things were going don't like the way they're going now.
But I'd like to add there is a thing I can do
gonna tell you what, where and when and how.

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Well I lost my shirt in vegas
Lost the woman I adored
I was just about to cash in my chips
When I heard the word of the lord
He told me something I remember to this day
He said everyday's a Broderick?
You don't owe it anything
And with every roll of the game with the dice
Is a whole new game of chance
And now I know
Just one thing for sure
Way of life
Is one big gamble
It Can cut you

like a knife
Hit me just
Once more, jesus
With the black jack
game of lies

The blackjack game of lies

Got a rulete wheel that keeps spinning
With stacks I can't control
Well I bring on the whole jackpot
Well I win without my soul

But now I know i got one thing on my side
There ain't no telling what you've done
What I be throwin at you
but I got jesus on my side
And the glow in the dark statue

But now I tried enough
He says to me
He says

(Go back to that way of life part)

[First verse repeated]

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So here I am yeah!
Once again yeah!
Calling out the news
What's that spell
yeah! Got to hell yeah is that phrase I'm about to use
I saw you from my window when you were climbing in
it was just a matter of when
and sure enough you're back again.
So now you're standing on my floor
begging me for more you want alot that
I haven't got and I keep wondering
what for
Won't ever listen won't ever go away
But this time you won't be missing the point of what I've got to say

Cause you're that certain someone
who's been messing with the wrong one
What's that spell?
You get one at a time of my eight bits put them together
and read my lips
Whats that spell?
GO TO HELL!
Feels just like a sickness where you're a constant cough
Or maybe like a smell that just don't wanna wear off
Could you be liquid by accident retained

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Empty words fired at me with an oral
cannon
WE WANNA BE HEARD!
Lousy jerks such bad breath I put the fan on
This is where we draw the line we're
sick of you wasting all our time

Talking about you you're given
something to revolve
WE WANNA BE SEEN!
You're given a clue a three piece
puzzle for you to solve

This is where we draw the line we're
sick of you wasting all our time

Game over you have played out your last card
WE WANNA DISAPEAR!
Constant looser a change for the better can't be that hard

This is where we draw the line we're

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About to tell you something, something
you might already know but a green light
flashes before my eyes and it's time for my verbal flow
You're overthere I'm overhere
and I got things to say the latest news
about this and that and whatever might
come my way
So I can tell you anything, anything you
might wanna know

It's the truth, so I've heard, so I've read
yeah, that's the word

So I'm about to tell you anything, anything
you might wanna know and I won't hold
back noway cause I like the way we GO
GO GO!

Tell me something, and I'll be gone,
twisting facts and surely I'll pass'em on
I pass the word, I set it free and every
word you'll ever here has at some point
been through me

I can tell you anything, anything you might
wanna hear So red light yellow light green

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He'll pick a moment he'll take a chance He'll
invite us all to a fatal dance Such a man and
such a mess - It's not an easy guess
I know that look I know that face I'd better get
ready to hunt and trace Bit by bit and on and
on -And then he's gone

OH LORD! WHEN? HOW?
Such a major mess -It's not an easy guess

For a second or two he might appear It takes a
second or less and he'll disappear Such a man

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A.K.A. I-D-I-O-T
Automatic Schmuck
Bearded Lady
Black Jack
Closed For The Season
Die, All Right!
Fever
Find Another Girl
Get Together To Tear It Apart
Hail Hail Spit N' Drool
Hate To Say I Told You So
Here We Go Again
How Will I Cope With That?
I'm Wicked One
Inspection Wise 1999
King Of Asskissing
Knock Knock
Mad Man
Main Offender
Oh Lord! When? How?
Outsmarted
Some People Know All To Well How Bad Liquorice,
Or Any Candy For That Matter,
Can Taste When Having Laid Out In The Sun Too Long
And I Think I Just Ate Too Much
Statecontrol
Stomp
Supply And Demand
The Hives - Declare Guerre Nucleaire
The Hives - Introduce The Metric System In Time
Theme From...
Untutored Youth
Uptempo Venomous Poison
Well Well Well
Whats That Spell?... Go To Hell!

. . .



Called you up a few weeks ago thought I
was going nowhere I thought that I had
lost my mind and that I was sinking lower
I want to have all the things that I have
never had and your about to tell me how
or I'll hurt you pretty bad.
So I'll ask you once I'll ask you twice and
if you still can't give a reason I'll hang a
blue sign over your left eye saying
CLOSED FOR THE SEASON

Called you up a few days ago cause I still
had gotten nowhere Although I had found
a place to go and I was about to go there
But I want to be seated cause I had enough
of walking
So you better start giving me answers
before my right hand does the talking

Called you up not long ago cause I still
had gotten nowhere And I was pretty sure
now that I had sunken lower All my
patience gone and I was gettin pissed I

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