Buffalo

Where will I go?
In my mind, there's no place left to go.
And what'll I make of all the time I was alone with you?
Where will I go?
I don't know; back to Buffalo.

Where will I go
When I know there's no place left to go?
And what'll I do?
I can't ever be without you.
Where will I go?
I don't know; back to Buffalo.

Whatcha talkin' about? Why're you talkin' to me?
And tell me, when you look in my eyes, tell me what do you see.

Where will I go?
Did not ask; I really didn't know.
And what'll I do
Walking off without the slightest clue?
Where will I go?
I don't know; was hoping you would know.

Whatcha talkin' about? Why're you talkin' to me?
And tell me, when you look in my eyes, tell me what do you see.
You don't see me.

Where will I go?
I don't know; back to Buffalo.
Back to Buffalo
Back to Buffalo
Back to Buffalo

Crush On Eleanor

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Don't Eat Cheese Crackers

You could be a super-queen,
Trashed out in pounds of Maybeliene.
I don't like that.
And you sing like Urtha Kitt on crack.
Please don't come back;
I can't take that.

You could be just like me.
You could be just like me,
But you can't see everything that I've said I have seen.
Don't eat cheese crackers after midnight.

You're so far from pristine;
Not really stoned, but inbetween.
You make me laugh.
And your so much shorter than the rest.
You've done your best.
You filthy pest.

You could be just like me.
You could be just like me,
But you can't see everything that I've said I have seen.
Don't eat cheese crackers after midnight.

You could be just like me.
You could be just like me,
But you can't see everything that I've said I have seen.
Don't eat cheese crackers after midnight.
Don't eat cheese crackers after midnight.
Don't eat cheese crackers after midnight.

F--ked Over

Why'd you wait so long for me?
Tell me why I'm here!
Why'd you wait so long to tell me?
I'm not listening
To a word you're saying.
I'm done playing.
Oh, I know. I know
It was all a dream.
No, it's a nightmare!

You f--ked us over.
You f--ked us over. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You f--ked us over.
You f--ked us over. Yeah, yeah.

"We were over here last week;
You said it was fine!
You said there was not a problem,
But you made a mess.
I canceled dinner. My grandma left us.
My grandma left us. I was embarrassed.
I won't see them 'till his Barmitzva!"

You f--ked me over.
You f--ked me over. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You f--ked me over.
You f--ked me over. Yeah, yeah.

Get Normal

When I first met you that night,
My heart flickered like a light.
You would jump and dance around,
Then start spinning round and round.
Seeing you made it apparant:
Without you, I'd surely perish.
Now I notice things are changing
From your twisted cute deranging.

When we walk around in town,
You are covered by your frown.
You talk little now of Zen.
You are not even my friend.
I could never take a break up.
Noone else lends me their make-up.
Your repose is so alarming,
How can it not lead to harming?

Don't get normal on me.
I couldn't take it.
Don't get normal on me.
I would just fake it.
Don't get normal on me.
I would reverse it.
Don't get normal on me.
I don't deserve it.

Since your mind was swept with haze,
I have gone into a craze.
Rather sit around and pout,
I've decided I want out.
I can't see another reason
To accept this heartless treason.
You took everything I had.
Can't you tell you have gone mad?

Don't get normal on me.
I couldn't take it.
Don't get normal...

Indie Rock Star

Stranded at a quarter of 2,
You're smoking joint after joint;
You never really got the point.
Away, away from your home
Your ears stuck in an awful ring;
The middle of your stomach stings.
So can you sympathize with me.
I'll let those bastards all go free and throw myself into the sea.
And you're still hungry and wet.
But I still haven't given up, 'cause I've got nothing better yet.

You don't really want to be an indie rock star, do ya?
You don't really want to be an indie rock star, do ya?
You don't really want to be an indie rock star, do ya?
You don't really want to be
A superstar.

No education,
No education, there's no reason.
You've got your girl, your car, your crack,
The black guitar slung on your back,
So please, please, please, just walk away.
Yeah, well you know she gave everything when nothing was given,
And you don't know how long i'll continue.
What you dream now, noone gives a s--t.
Break into the car for another hit.
So please walk away.

You don't really want to be an indie rock star, do ya?
You don't really want to be an indie rock star, do ya?
You don't really want to be an indie rock star, do ya?
You don't really want to be
A superstar.


All music and lyrics c 1998 Chris Hamilton.