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Ponyboy
02:53
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They call him pony boy
They call him that because it is the name
His parents gave him
Maybe they were drunk or just insane
Like scientologists
Mariners fans or republicans
It doesn't really matter anyways
Because they're dead
They call him a greaser
Not because he doesn't bathe
It's what the rich kids call his friends
And none of them like to behave
The rich kids liked to jump them
Till one day little johnny
Stabbed a rich kid with his knife
And now that kid is dead
Pony boy didn't ask for all this trouble
And his friends don't understand
He doesn't want to fight or be a
Greaser any more
He just want's to be a pony man
They had to run away
And hide the fact that they were greasers
They used a knife to cut their hair
And now they look like Justin Beibers
They hid out in a church house
Until it cought on fire
Johnny went inside to save some kids
And now he's dead
The rich kids want a rumble
you don't hear that term anymore
It's like a game of halo
but with leather jackets because before some
guy invented xbox
you'd spend your free time fighting
And the rumble wouldn't end until at
least one kid was crying to his mom
Pony didn't want this trouble
but his friends don't understand
He doesn't want to fight or be a
Greaser any more
He just want's to be a pony man+++++++
Then his brother said
My little pony boy, my little pony boy
I'm sorry I hit you, I feel so bad
My little pony boy, my little pony boy
It's just so hard to fill in for mom and dad
And so now ends the tale
of pony boy, at least here ends the book
of the outsiders, but
maybe someday if we take a look
we will find pony
trying to stay gold, but if
he keeps smoking cigarettes than
Someday he'll be awesome like james dean
Pony's done with trouble
But he's starting to understand
If he sticks with his family, and if
he can just stay gold
Some - day - soon,
he's gonna be a pony man
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Rewrite the Rules
03:56
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Sometimes truth is not the answer
That you were looking for
Sometimes desire is a cancer
You waste away looking for more
You have a drive to find a meaning
You have a drive to find a light
So keep in mind when you're swinging
You can't hit everything in sight
If you're OK lying to yourself
Than you're living life as a fool
If you can't seem to solve the problem
Than you shouldn't blame the tool
You only get one chance with this life
Use your time to rewrite the rules
If you fall reaching for your goal
Open your eyes on the way down
And you will see a part of your soul
Don't you ever let it drown
Cause that part keeps you honest
That part keeps you free
From losing sight of your quest
From losing sight of what could be
If you're OK lying to yourself
Than you're living life as a fool
If you can't seem to solve the problem
Than you shouldn't blame the tool
You only get one chance with this life
One chance with this wife
Sometimes truth is not the answer
But the truth is all there is
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I met this woman, she's kind of nice
I go to my father for some advice
I said I think that this girl is it
And wait for my dad to say some stuff
He looked at me and said if you want a wife
Just take a day to think about your life
Cause son you may be very bright
But boy your sphincter's much too tight
I took his words to heart
And I began to see
That I've sucked at courage since I've been born
I sucked at stealing hobo porn
But I was awesome at virginity
And I sucked at dancing and getting drunk
And in the bedroom I think I flunked
It's time to look into my past and see
The one thing I learned from this big bad world
I suck at girls
Life didn't go how I thought it would
I never treated girls the way I should
I think about Carry and I get all red
She didn't want a dog pooping on her head
Dumped by Vanessa, shot down by Nicole
Years of rejection took a mighty toll
And Sara I'm sorry I was such a wreck
But what we did barely qualified as sex
But like a few good men, I couldn't handle you
That I've sucked at courage since I've been born
I sucked at stealing hobo porn
But I was awesome at virginity
And I sucked at dancing and getting drunk
And in the bedroom I think I flunked
It's time to look into my past and see
The one thing I learned from this big bad world
I suck at girls
And in the end things were getting bad
I had to move in with my dad
About the man, well, what can I say
He's like William Shatner, but without the toupee
But he's got a very filthy mouth
But out of the blue I met this girl
Before I knew it she changed my world
And I was certain I had to keep her
When she took the blame for my explosive diarrhea
Things weren't perfect, that's how it goes
We worked through our problems and took off our clothes
Now when we're in bed and I get with her
She shows me a different kind of Twitter
And when things get bad
I just have to keep in mind
Times have changes since I've born
I've buried all that hobo porn
And I have long forgotten Virginity
Don't need to dance or get real drunk
And in the bed I no longer flunk
Things are different and now I must decree
That single ladies you've lost your chance cause now you see
Girls suck at me
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Crazy
03:23
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