Rare Tracks lyrics

I can't live inside of a dream
I can't live inside of the dream
I'm changing my mind next week
I'm changing my mind next week
bruises up my arms and a strange look
who the hell am I
I want to tell you everything
I can't make up my mind

never live inside of the dream
I'm livin' inside of the dream
and everythings nothing I need
this I don't believe

bells in birmingham ringing

speak so that she could understand
your taking to long dad
weep cause she needs to see you can
before you fell you ran
All I hear is the same excuses
all you do is complain
she she's like a cancer on my brain
a fever with no name
nobody's going to explain
thoughts that you contained
All I hear is the same excuses
all you do is complain
but you don't look the same

they call me back door Santa,
I make my runs about the break of day,
They call me back door Santa,
I make my runs about the break of day.
I make all the little girls happy,
while the boys are out to play.
Well I ain't like old Saint Nick,
he don't come but once a year
Well I ain't like old Saint Nick,
he don't come but once a year.
I come runnin' with my presents,

(clears throat)

Go!

So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine

I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don’t need that money
When you look like that, do ya honey

Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She’s so sweet
With her get-back stare.

Wake up major a stitch on your hat,
You fell out of bed and then you landed in the cash,
So what's in your diary today?

Call on your main man
What can he do for you?
Hang's out with stupid, so you can tell him what to do
Major this is your day

Living alone in a jar
Never gets you very far

He can read your mind
Make you feel alright
Sgt Major knows what you want

Gotta leave town

Got another appointment

Spent all my rent

Girl you know I enjoyed it

Ain't gonna hang around till there's nobody dancing

I don't wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans, alright!

Cold hard bitch

Just a kiss on the lips

And I was on my knees

I'm waiting, give me

Cold hard bitch

She was shakin' her hips

That's all that I need