Future Plans
Lyrics- D. Cote

I took a step, we hit a crack,
your future plans behind my back.
We took a ride, you won’t say no,
I’m on my own, all set to go!
I should feel better about you
Your future plans will not come true.
A pretty house, you dressed in white,
You like the day, I like the night.
I coming down, your never there, It’s my guitars against your stare.
I should feel better about, your future plans will not come true
So what will happen in the end? I guess you know you lost friend,
Looking down from above,
you’re the one with more to love!
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Buidling A spaceship-
Lyrics- D. Cote

What are you doing?
I’m building a spaceship so I can fly away.
When are you leaving?
As soon as I can now, I’ve been cleared to launch.
How long are you going?
40,000 years now, I’ll orbit all the time
Chorus:
Cause I got a refrigerator
box and a grandfather clock, and my dads old helmet,.
An extension cord and an old lighting board and favorite pillow.
I am blasting off!
Are you ever coming back?
Not if I can help Dad, this family’s not for me!
Kids can’t fly spaceships
That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say, I’ll show them all wrong
Chorus:
I’m building a spaceship, so I can fly away

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Saadam’s with Elvis
Lyrics- D.Cote/ M. Brundrett

Saadam’s with Elvis, they’re hanging out, they’re playing cards
Saadam’s with Elvis, they’re hanging out, they’re writing songs

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Bedford Blues
Lyrics- D. Cote

Some vintage boots and a slacker stare, and 3 weeks gone and no washed hair, and there's no room to stand on the platform floor.
The guy with the tuba just asked me for more, some Robert Smith guy is standing by the door, and I wish I could talk to those Hipster girls.
Chorus:

Bedford don't make me think to much. All your skinny ass's and worn out jeans, it's a scenesters touch. Maybe I'm just to strong for Rock-n-Roll!
Well I got a guitar just like the rest, and my folded arms sit beneath my chest,
and I'm waitng cursing that letter L.
Maybe next time I'll just ride my bike, you know crossing that bridge seems to be more my type,, but I don't get see those pretty girls
Chorus:
Bridge:
And all you pop-trash dancing girls,
Drink your Jack and cokes, puff your Indian smokes and wake up in rocker world.


So here I walk broken hearted, down Wythe Ave and so departed, I guess that’s just the way it goes. It's the only time that I feel so strange, Bedford Ave your just not the same, but who the fuck really cares!! Chorus;

Carpet Cleaing Service
Lyrics- Jay Bruan

Carpet Cleaning Service

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C. E.O.
Lyrics- D. Cote

I’m a CEO, I’m a CEO, I’m a CEO, I CEO, but I ain’t no Jimmy Carter!
I’m a CEO, Motherfucker, FYI,
I’ma CEO, Motherfucker, FYI,
But I ain’t no Jimmy Carter
I’m a CEO. Motherfucker FYI, I’m A CEO motherfucker FYI, but I ain’t no Jimmy Carter!