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He's a 'Good Guy'
03:18
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Verse 1:
He runs the local record store.
I'm sure you’ve heard his name before.
You see your femme friends keep their distance.
And you know why but you just don’t listen!
You see him ‘round at every show.
You nod your head! You say hello!
Deep down you know what he consists of.
But you excuse it, and in turn you assist him!
Chorus:
His band and all their friends insist that he’s a good guy.
You saw the truth of what he is. You know that he should die.
Your complacency with it doesn’t make you cool at all.
What it does is guarantee your spot up against the wall!
Verse 2:
It’s on the internet, now it’s out there.
You act surprised, “What a shocker!”
Bandwagon safe for you to sit.
But we all know you’re a piece of shit!
You’re no anomaly, you’re a statistic.
Too many incidents, too many complicit.
Common disease in too many scenes.
Send this filth to the guillotine!
Chorus
Outro:
You always say that survivors lie,
To slander the name of the good guy.
Accuse them of wanting to take his dough,
But the law is on his side, this we know!
He’ll never have to settle, he’ll never go to jail.
The cops protect the rapists and they rarely ever fail.
So if you want to die on this tired old hill,
We’re coming for you soon and we wanna see you killed!
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Verse 1:
How smart are you? Did you go to school where the blue bloods do?
Are you feeling high when the people pass you by? Are you that kind of guy?
Are lighting up a smoke, hiding that you're broke? Just waiting for you to choke.
It's clear how hard you try, pretend you never lie. I think I know why.
Chorus:
I'm not part of the royal show. I won't just turn around and run.
It may take a couple of drinks, but I'm sure I'll have some fun.
You might put on a convincing face, but you're my kind of scum.
Verse 2:
How much you had to drink? Does the liquor make you think? Or does it help you to sink?
Do you think it’s okay to pretend you want to stay when you’d kill to run away?
Does St. Peter know what’s above and down below? Only one way to show.
Twisted as a snake. What is it that makes you shake? Are you some kind of fake?
Last Chorus:
You say you’re part of the royal show. Prove you won’t turn around and run.
You should have a couple of drinks, and I’m sure you’ll have some fun.
You think you put on a convincing face, but I’m your kind of scum.
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Pineapple Hill Detroit, Michigan
Pineapple Hill is a roots rock steady band from Detroit.
Chafee 2 Dope doots the sax
The Dootz blows
the trumpet
Frank slaps the bass
Jake tickles the keys
Chip Jengel plucks the guitar and blows the harp
Molly bangs the drums
Rae Van skats and sings
... more
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