Weezer - Weezer (Black Album) Lyrics
Cant Knock the Hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios
My manager's slacking so I gotta move quick
I'm lacking in natural gifts
I'm an ugly motherf*cker but I work hella harder
And you can write a blog about it
Can't knock the hustle
Can't knock the hustle
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Can't knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios
The future's so bright I gotta' poke my eyes out
Running up my credit cards
Sellin' lemonade by the side of the road
You see it all from where you are
Can't knock the hustle
Can't knock the hustle
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Can't knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios (adios)
Don't step to me don't step to me don't step to me
Bitch
Now you can criticize me for anything
I ain't like them other boys
Higher education is the key to escape
But I never learned to roll a joint
Can't knock the hustle
Can't knock the hustle
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Can't knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios (adios)
Writer: Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Zombie Bastards
Die, die, you zombie bastards
We know what you want
"And you know they're out there, don't you?"
Welcome to the jungle, to the jungle
Baby, it's you and me
Walk between the raindrops, 'tween the raindrops
Singing along to Queen
My heart pumps Kool-Aid
Everybody playin' it safe, la-dee-da
Dig a little deeper, a little bit deeper
Baby, it's you and me
That's right
Music saved my life
Wild eyes
We don't have much time
Die, die, you zombie bastards
We know what you want
Die, die, you zombie bastards
Keep on, blah, blah, blah
We can go up, we go down
We gon' run you out of town
We can go up, we go down
We'll be seein' you around
Yeah
Die, die, you zombie bastards
I don't know karate or kung fu
But I'm gonna make it in this world
Won't be pumping diesel
For mean people
I'ma fight back with words
Listen to reason
Or we'll get cast out of Egypt, la-dee-da
I'm just tryin' to live
And get my kicks
And you gotta be human first
That's right
Music saved my life
Wild eyes
We don't have much time
Die, die, you zombie bastards
We know what you want
Die, die, you zombie bastards
Keep on, blah, blah, blah
We can go up, we go down
We gon' run you out of town
We can go up, we go down
We'll be seein' you around
Yeah
Die, die, you zombie bastards
If I die, it means that I
Lived my life and that's much better than
Hidin' in a hole
Die, die, you zombie bastards
Die, die, you zombie bastards
We know what you want
Die, die, you zombie bastards
Keep on blah blah blah
We can go up, we go down
We gon' run you out of town
We can go up, we go down
We'll be seein' you around
Yeah
Die, die, you zombie bastards
Writer: Rami Yacoub, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
High as a Kite
I think I'm going parasailing
Miles above, it's so serene
I'm letting go of all the troubles
That I've seen, that I've seen
Way up here, no one can touch me
I'm drifting like a lost balloon
I'm out of reach, I won't be coming down
Any time soon, any time soon
I'm high as a kite
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth?
Flying like a beautiful bird
I'm high as a kite
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth?
Why I gotta come down to earth?
I feel no pain, I feel no pleasure
I only want to disappear
So let me play this game for children
And vanish into the atmosphere
I'm high as a kite
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth?
Flying like a beautiful bird
I'm high as a kite
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth?
Why I gotta come down to earth?
When I'm high
And I'm giving up the nightmare chase, oh whoa whoa
And all I wanna do is blow my mind, oh whoa whoa
All I wanna do is blow my mind
I can fly up to the stratosphere
High above the cirrus clouds
Where I am one with the universe
I'm high as a kite
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth?
Flying like a beautiful bird
I'm high
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth?
Why I gotta come down to earth
When I'm high?
Writer: Joshua Alexander Berman, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Living in L.A.
I'm back in black
No one to hold my hand
It seems that we're together but alone
And now I hear the ticking of a clock
I know we're going down a slippery slope
I wonder what it's like out there
And my eyes are like far away spaceships
You are a sealed up door
There's gotta be more to our lives than this
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
We're fortune's fools when we took the bait
We sacrifice our lives for rock and roll
Je ne sais pas, burning at the stake
We never really had a choice at all
I wonder what it's like out there
And my eyes are two far away spaceships
You are a sealed up door
And there's gotta be more to our lives than this
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
Looking for a fight, looking for a fight
And I'm still trying to figure out my life
Pretending we don't want each other
Alrighty now
Looking for a fight, looking for a fight
And the spider is sucking out my life
And I'm reaching out to touch her
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
This girl I like
I'm talking 'bout this girl I like
But I feel so lonely, feel so lonely
Yeah, I'm living in L.A
Writer: Jerome Antony Joshua Williams, Jonathan Charles Coffer, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Piece of Cake
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Let's do hard drugs
Fix our problems
Let me swing by
Tears in my eyes
She cut me like a piece of cake
She cut me like a piece of cake
Oh, it can drive a man insane
She ate me up
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Hop on this trash
Be my last chance
We'll eat ice cream
Weep for Betty
She cut me like a piece of cake
She cut me like a piece of cake
Oh, it can drive a man insane
She ate me up
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
She was into me
And then she changed the dial like I'm grunge or gangsta rap
Now I'm hanging out
With a kitty cat named Baudelaire on my lap
I never stopped her planets turning
No
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Hey man, cheer up
Make your own luck
Have a nice life
Have some more Sprite
She cut me like a piece of cake
She cut me like a piece of cake
Oh, it can drive a man insane
She ate me up
She cut me like a piece of cake (do do-do-do-do-do-do)
She cut me like a piece of cake (do do-do-do-do-do-do, do)
Oh, it can drive a man insane (do do-do-do-do-do-do)
She ate me up (do do-do-do-do-do-do, do)
Writer: Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Im Just Being Honest
Walk into the venue
You slipped me your CD
Asked me if I'd listen
Give you my critique
I listened to it
But halfway through it, I had to quit
Your band sounds like shit
So, here we go
Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest
I should've lied
Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest
Walk into the bedroom
You were standing there
Turned around and smiled at me and said
"You just cut your hair"
But then I told you
I thought you looked better before
You said, "Hope you like sleeping on the floor"
So, here we go
Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest
I should've lied
But now you're mad at me, I'm just being honest
How 'bout from now on, you'll write the script, I'll read the lines
So, here we go
Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest
And now I'm staring at her napkin
With seven digits that I can't make out
She wrote it down in purple lipstick
I should've never, I should've never opened up
And baby, it's because I'm Irish
I just couldn't keep my big mouth shut
Is that an eight? Is that a zero?
I should've never, I should've never opened up
So, here we go
Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest
I should've lied
But now you're mad at me, I'm just being honest
How 'bout from now on, you'll write the script, I'll read the lines
So, here we go
Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest (I'm just being honest)
Whoa-oh-oh
(I'm just being honest)
Whoa-oh-oh
(I'm just being honest)
Writer: Rivers Cuomo, David Hall Hodges
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Too Many Thoughts in My Head
Stay up reading Mary Poppins
Overwhelmed by Netflix options
Boy found brains he never knew he had
Meet me there in London Canyon
Fuel up, bitch, there's no more slackin'
Moses looks upon the promised land
I'm so high on cookies it's insane
Too many thoughts in my head, now
I can't get out of my brain
Think I've been running in circles
Feel like I'm going insane
I had a f*cking night and my brain needs a break
I had a f*cking night and my brain needs a break
'Cause there's too many thoughts in my head, now
I can't get out of my brain
Tried to get my thoughts on paper
Comb my hair like I'm a gangster
Gotta do the dog and pony show
Algorithms sure ain't helping
Prefrontal cortex is melting
I'm going where the weather suits my clothes
I'm so high on Chopra it's insane
Too many thoughts in my head, now
I can't get out of my brain
Think I've been running in circles
Feel like I'm going insane
I had a f*cking night and my brain needs a break
I had a f*cking night and my brain needs a break
'Cause there's too many thoughts in my head, now
I can't get out of my brain
I never wanted to be lonely
I never thought that life would turn out like this
I never thought that I'd feel empty
I'm really tired of this Lawrence Welk shit
Too many thoughts in my head, now
I can't get out of my brain
Think I've been running in circles
Feel like I'm going insane (it feels like I'm going insane)
Nothing can titillate me
Dried up like a dead battery
Throw me upon the heap
Gonna be reused but it won't be me
Can't seem to get connected (too many thoughts in my head, now)
What was the name of the network?
Dumb thoughts with a dumb program (I can't get out of my brain)
I need a life with a little more RAM
Too many thoughts in my head, now
I can't get out of my brain
Think I've been running in circles
Feel like I'm going insane
Writer: Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
The Prince Who Wanted Everything
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Once upon a time was a prince
He tried to save the world with funk rock riffs
Look at him now, oh
Look at him now, oh
On cobblestones
He's the prince who wanted everything
He's the prince who wanted everything
Do do do do
Do do do do
Ooh, his hair was very Joan Baez
And fans would auction off his autographs
Look at him now, oh
Look at him now, oh
His paisley bones
He's the prince who wanted everything
He's the prince who wanted everything
Do do do do
She do do do
Because life will make a beggar of rich men
Bring the sovereign to his knees
And all the gold and all of the platinum
Melting like a chocolate sea
The only way to escape
Is to dance, dance, dance in the flames
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
All the courtiers would genuflect
Kiss the ring, secure a bonus check
Where are they now? Oh
Where are they now? Oh
In red corvettes
They left the prince who wanted everything
He's the prince who wanted everything
Do do do do
Writer: Brian Bell, Luther Russell, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Byzantine
I want Neil Young on your phone speaker in the morning
And f*ck him if he just can't see
This is how his songs are supposed to be heard
No more lectures on fidelity
I don't believe in mysticism
Only in what science proves
Like the sex appeal of your sick dance moves
Ooh, wee, ooh, wee
Put on your red beret, baby
Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh)
Do something kinda unique to me
Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh)
That's how I know that I'm not pretending
I know it's not make believe (ooh)
It's only complicated if you want it to be
Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine
I want Hi-Chews, playlists, smoking on the roof
And I love the way you look at me
Tennessee Williams in Stuart Weitzman boots
Yeah, you're just too wild to believe
A fetish for athletic fashion
Running shoes and striped tracksuits
I never heard of Sparks before
But I'm so glad you shared them with me
Put on your red beret, baby
Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh)
Do something kinda unique to me
Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh)
That's how I know that I'm not pretending
I know it's not make believe (ooh)
It's only complicated if you want it to be
Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine
Rollin', crashin', breakin', splashing
Givin', takin', makin', breakin' promises
You got me high when I was low
Negative ions, come save my soul (soul, soul)
Put on your red beret, baby
Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh)
Do something kinda unique to me
Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh)
That's how I know that I'm not pretending
I know it's not make believe (ooh)
It's only complicated if you want it to be
Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine
It's byzantine
It's byzantine
It's byzantine
It's byzantine
Writer: Laura Jane Grace, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
California Snow
Walk soft with a big stick, woo
When I play guitar it's sick, woo
This is the definition of flow, woo
Nobody cold as this, woo
California snow, never let me go
California snow, never let me go
'Cause I'm down
Yes I'm down if you're down
California snow, never let me go
Back in 30 minutes, high as I can get it
Give me everything you got
I can move a mountain, solve a thorny problem
Lava's gonna flow so hot
Never worry 'bout tomorrow
'Cause I'm living for today
If you see a tear fall don't you worry 'bout me, y'all
This is what it's like on top
California snow, never let me go
California snow, never let me go
'Cause I'm down
Yes I'm down if you're down
California snow, never let me go
Never go against the family
All I ever have to do is sing
Never go against the family
When the root is strong the fruit is sweet
Did you ever get to be a child?
Shake it up until it hurts
Panic attack, stay the hell back
It's me and you against the world
Come on Judas, give me a kiss, woo
I can't take no more of this, woo
Don't nobody look at me, woo
And nail me up by the wrists, woo
California snow, never let me go
California snow, never let me go
'Cause I'm down
Yes I'm down if you're down
California snow, never let me go
Woo
Writer: Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music