Mitchell Lane
Air
Kalamazoo
Cool Whip
Guilty
Half Asleep



Mitchell Lane

Having isn't bliss
The Sunshine isn't missed
You're happy when you're cold
You wanna be alone

He's a lot of steam
She's a lot of breath
It takes a lot to see
It takes a lot to beg

And it's just like Mitchell Lane
Everything's the same

You wanna kill your friends
Reminded you of when...
You're happy when you're stoned
You wanna be old

And it's just like Mitchell Lane
Everything's the same
So go on, and go on and complain

Remember when we were fifteen,
And Robbie made that that stupid face all day
I guess he made his point
Cos' I'm still here
When I can be anywhere

Having isn't bliss
The Sunshine isn't missed

And it's just like Mitchell Lane
Everything's the same
So go on, and go on and complain

And it's just like Mitchell Lane
Everything's the same
So go on, and go on and complain

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Air

Saw a silhouette across the flourescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet
Through the merky beams and blue-green sea life
I saw him spinin towards the moonlight

I pull him in, he wasn't breathin
His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there
There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet
Found a way to make it silent

I'm comin up for AIR (x2)
AIR (x2)
They hold my hand and ask me to pull through
A voice I know says dear, he probably can't hear you

Comin up for AIR (x3)


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Kalamazoo

Ran out of time
Running my mouth
Ran up the tab and
All the way to Kalamazoo

On my way back home
I was surely stoned
Now I'm sober in my yard

I can't believe I was there
I can't believe I've been anywhere else

And there was a time
I almost forgot
We ever drifted all the way to
Kalamazoo

And I said that I loved you too
All the way back home

There's an old joke
I just made up
How many of me would it take to screw up your life?

One to settle down
One to turn you around
Now I'm sober in my yard

I would say you had to be there
Now I regret that you're still there

It seems like you'd be frozen
Frozen there in time
Waving your goodbyes

Up to the sky

Your place on the man
Is fading away
Used to be lost in more than one way
Kalamazoo

Don't you know that I've been there too
And it put your mind more at ease
If you say these words of release

All the way back home

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Cool Whip

Don't know much about birds and bees
About your cash and your mysterious appointments
Wonder where you coulda ducked out of sight
Till we saw your appointments
Hangin on your arm last night

Checking out
Don't go checking out

Chorus:
Cool Whip
uh-oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it
Cool Whip
uh-oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it down

Seen it happen a 100 times
It's like a trap
We're going off to jail

Remember Ken and the girl who roped them in
Well, she got fat and now they're living in a trailer

Chorus

You got your pick of any girl in the world
I ain't no sissy
But you could do much better

I think that I'm the only one who's immune
No little girl's gonna tell me what to do

You need to have your little fun with the boys
Out drinkin on a Friday
And kick some ass
And play some poker

Saying shit that don't sound to cool
Like lovey, dovey, honey, bunny
Give us all a break dude

Checking out

Cool Whip
uh-oh

Cool Whip
uh-oh

Cool Whip
uh-oh

Cool Whip
uh-oh

That tops it off We think you better cool it down

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Guilty


Another guilty white boy
Won't you turn me in
Always had it easy
Charged me for my sins

Ain't been through the slavery
Ain't been through the cotton fields
To the back of the bus
Cause I'm guilty

Ain't been through the slavery
Ain't been through the cotton fields
To the back of the bus

Cause I'm guilty

Broken bones and bruises
Batter bunt the ball this far
But living it on his shoulders
He passed it with his car

I've been through the little leage
Nine years old at the social arena
Oh baby he's gonna beat, beat, beat 'em
Cause I'm guilty

I've been through the little leage
Nine years old at the social arena
Oh baby he's gonna beat, beat, beat 'em
Cause I'm guilty

Always had it easy
My future's in the mail
Every reason to succeed
Every chance to fail

Ain't got nothing on the bottom
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
If I found that oppertunity
I've lost my soul

Grandpa saw World War 2
Old man saw Vietnam
I spent my allowance to see my palls
And I'm guilty

I've been through the little leage
Nine years old at the social arena
Oh baby he's gonna beat, beat, beat 'em
Cause I'm guilty

Ain't been through the slavery
Ain't been through the cotton fields
To the back of the bus
Cause I'm guilty

You're wondering why we pull
We'll topple everyone
You wonder why we're no fun
Cause we're guilty

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Half Asleep

Half asleep, half a billboard
Half a street, that's my window
That's my window, All in all, if you want to know
I'm half asleep

Old friends and strangers
They treat me like a little girl
But not you dear, you are always here

 

Back in the black and white, the spotlight
And my smoke a packed house
And you were sitting pretty then
Just like you're doing now

Oh, I was something then, or so they say
I coulda gone all the way
Like everything else, I did it half way


Half asleep, that's were the dreams and demons meet
Say...stop the laughter, dim the roar
This clown's not funny anymore
Friends used to say that to me
Treat me like a little girl
No, but not you dear, you are always here


Like back when we'd trip the light out of sight
The band would play, I'd sing my heart out
For a drunken crowd, that didn't mean a thing
We were so in love, I loved you so
Didn't it seemed like an hour ago

 

And when I'm down and out, I try to figure out
What was it all about what was it
What do we do now
I don't want to take another breath

Half asleep
Do do do do do
do do do
No no no no no
No keep talking, I'm still here
Don't let them take you away my dear


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