| Lyrics | Song |
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| How long, how long will I slide Separate my side | |
| Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on | |
| Everybody knows we're Hollywood skunks Soulful sexy funky monks | |
| Getting born in the state of Mississippi Poppa was a copper and my momma was a hippie | |
| I see you in the park You're always wearing Dodger blue | |
| My shadow side, so amplified, Keeps coming back dissatisfied | |
| Waking up dead, inside of my head Would never, never do, there is no med | |
| Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend | |
| All aboard, stitch in time Get yours, got mine | |
| I change the key from C to D You see to me | |
| Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation | |
| Well I got a bad disease, Up from my brain is where I bleed. | |
| Never 21 when everyone's a sailor | |
| You give me that funny feeling in my tummy. | |
| I'm an ocean in your bedroom Make you feel warm | |
| Standing in line to see the show tonight, And there's a light on | |
| History's so strong. Sing another drinking song the honkytonk will do | |
| There are no monks in my band. There are no saints in this land | |
| Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue | |
| All the creatures on the beaches Making waves in a motion picture | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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