Bombs

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Bombs bombs bombs bombs bombs

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This morning in New Jersey

And yesterday in Chelsea, New York

Now I'm on the train in King's Cross in London

Goin' to Brighton

Was up late last night watchin' TV

And talkin' to Justin about the future and our families

And our music and our tour

And we cancelled France

Cause the ticket sales smelled like cow manure

I'm tired baby

I'm tired tired tired tired tired

I'm tired baby

I'm tired tired tired tired tired

I'm tired baby

I'm tired tired tired tired

But I just arrived in beautiful Brighton

And I hear the seagulls outside

And I feel inspired

Gonna stand up tonight

And own my space in this music venue

I believe it's called something like Concord 2

And for whoever will be there tonight

They're surely gonna witness

My lack of tending to my physical fitness

The Lord says our body is the temple of the soul

Joel Osteen says our body is the temple of the soul

Jerry Falwell said our body was the temple of the soul

Easier said than done, baby

When you're on tour at 49 years old

But I've not smoked a cigarette in all of 2016

And truly I'm keeping up

With my 40 pushups a day exercise routine

And I'm happy to be here singing for you tonight

In lovely Brighton

With Nick on bass, Scott on drums

And of course my old friend Justin

Thank you everyone very much for comin' out tonight

It means a lot to us

We're gonna make sure the show is super tight

OK now, here we go with our first song

It's for mothers and fathers

Who have lost their daughters and their sons

Now I'm on my way to Amsterdam

On EasyJet

My shirt and jacket and underwear and socks

Are full of sweat

Ticket sales are slow

But hey, that's just the way it goes

I've oversaturated my European market

Playin' too many shows

Plus there's Brexit

And the Brazilian-hosted Summer Olympics

And your money is thin

Cause let's face it

These music festivals are a fuckin' racket

But I woke up today

Got my suitcase and I packed it

I hop on airplanes every day

Like a little fuckin' bunny rabbit

Oh Amsterdam

Oh Am- Am- Amsterdam

Oh Amsterdam

Oh Am- Am- Amsterdam

Here I am here I am here I am

Here I am here I am here I am

Here I am here I am here I am

Here I am here I am here I am

And I'm happy to be here, I truly am

I don't smoke marijuana or cigarettes or hash

That's cause generally for the most part

I'm naturally relaxed

Pretty soon we're gonna play the song I mentioned earlier

I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being here

I'm glad I'm alive and healthy

Here tonight in Holland

Not six feet under in a tourist graveyard

Like Mr Mojo Risin

Or Kurt Cobain or Prince or Michael Jackson or Janis Joplin

I'm feelin' pretty good tonight

Thank you for askin'

This song is almost over

And soon you're all gonna be clapping

Then I'm gonna sing some songs

Do some spoken word

And then a little bit of rappin'

Then after the show

I'll be back in my hotel room

Wackin' my bone

All all all all all all all alone

Cause I'm almost 50

And that's just the way the wind blows

Yeah I'm almost 50

And it's just the way the wind blows

Anyhow, that's that

I hope you enjoy the show

Thanks again for coming

I hope you enjoy the show

I'm leavin' Holland today

And I gotta say

I'm not gonna miss your fuckin' bikes bikes bikes

Bikes bikes bikes

Bikes bikes bikes

Bikes bikes bikes

Bikes bikes bikes

Yikes yikes yikes

Yikes yikes yikes

Here comes another fuckin' bike

Watch out! Fuck!

Get out the way!

Here comes yet another fuckin' bike

Holy motherfucker of Christ

Holland loves their fuckin' bikes

They sneak up out of nowhere so fast

And they make me paranoid and totally uptight

I'm gonna miss you Holland

But my God I'm not gonna miss

These goddamn bikes

Yikes yikes yikes

Yikes yikes yikes

Yikes yikes yikes

Your bikes cause me serious fuckin' fright

Now I'm on my way from Amsterdam by train

To Poland to play the Asymmetry Festival

Yeah, it's somewhere in Poland

It's in a city that for the life of me I can't pronounce

Please forgive me

It's called "Rock-law"

Or maybe something else (WROCLAW!)

Last name is Kozelek

And I'm of Polish ancestry

Last name is Kozelek

And I'm of Polish ancestry

Last name is Kozelek

And I'm of Polish ancestry

But honestly I don't know much about my family tree

But I'm proud of where I'm from

And who I've turned out to be

I love my father and my mother

Very very very very dearly

Down there in the history line

There must be some kind of proof of my bloodline

For I am strong

And I love Polish food

I love white borscht

I love love love love love white borscht

And Polish sausage

And I also love love love red borscht

And I love Perogies

And potato pancakes with sour cream

And kielbasa and sauerkraut

On Easter Sunday morning

Andrew Golota is from Po- Po- Po- Poland

Andrew Golota was known for low low low low blowin'

Andrew Golota is from (WAR- WAR- WARSAW!), Poland

Was disqualified in his fights with Riddick Bowe

For low low blowin'

But lots of people in this world should be disqualified

Like both people running for office in the USA

They tell lots of fuckin' lies

Lots of people in high places should be disqualified

For low blowin' entire countries

And fuckin' up millions of people's lives

Anyhow, I love you Po- Po- Po- Po- Poland

But tomorrow morning unfortunately I gotta be goin'

Off to Copenhagen for a show

Then I'm goin' home

But I'll be back next year

If the OFF Festival invites me

I hope so

Good night good night

I love you love you love you Poland

Good night good night

I'm proud to play for you tonight in Poland

Good night, I love you I love you I love you Po- Po- Poland

You are my roots and yeah I'm proud of that

Now I gotta get goin'

Back from Denmark

And now I'm in O- O- Omaha

Had lunch at Blatt

And the waiter there called me boss

He asked "How's your salad, boss?"

I said "It's good"

He said "That's great, boss"

Then I said "Can I get the check?"

And he said "Sure thing, boss"

Then I left and I looked at the street

And I walked across it

Thinkin' that salad wasn't bad

I liked the way they tossed it

Then I walked in the venue

And poured some water into a plastic cup

From the faucet

Now I'm singing in front of you all

And it's fall

And it's nice to be here for the first time ever in Omaha

So far to me it's more interesting to me

Than, say, Fairbanks, Alaska

Over here in Omaha, Nebraska

Yesterday I arrived in Ar- Ar- Arizona

Helicopters were flyin' over my hotel room

Until two in the morning

I went walking earlier in the night

To find a Safeway

Ended up walkin' down a street

That was so dark and long

I got so afraid

Pretty soon cop cars were drivin' by

And checkin' me out

My heart was pounding

Man, I gotta tell you, seriously, I was freaking out

Helicopters appeared above

Shining their beaming lights down at me

I thought "holy motherfucker God

These motherfuckers are gonna kill me"

Then I called Ben

I said "Whatever you do, seriously

Don't walk down this street"

He said "Cool man

I'll meet you in 20 minutes in the lobby"

Though I wanted to run

I walked briskly instead

Didn't want a hundred 22 calibers

Pointed at my head

Drove to the Safeway

And it was surrounded by cops

I asked a cop "Hey, what's going on in this parking lot"

He said "A guy is loose

Don't worry about it

We're gonna find him eventually"

I said "How do you know that guy isn't me?"

He said "Listen smart ass

You don't fit his description"

I said "Hey, I could be strapped for all you know"

He said "Hey, you want me to start friskin'?"

I said "Not really"

And he said "Listen man, I'm serious

You better be on your way"

I said "But your cop car looks so cozy

And I'm enjoying this conversation"

Anyhow, it's nice to be here here here in Phoenix

Even though the cops are complete fucking dicks

Anyhow it's nice to be here here here here here here in Phoenix

I hope you like this next song

You might recognize it

It's my biggest hit

(Shut the fuck up and listen to him!)

(Shut the fuck up and listen to him!)

(Shut the fuck up and listen to him!)

(Shut the fuck up and listen to him!)

So now here we are in Tu- Tu- Tu- Tucson

Got to the venue and the pow- pow- pow- power wasn't on

The guys at the venue said that the battery died

In the new generator

I said "You better get it fixed fast

You tattooed motherfuckers

Or see you later"

But within the hour

They got the power turned on

And it was all smiles

And I'm happy to be here in Tucson

We ate next door at Miss Saigon

The spring roll tasted good

Once I put the sriracha on

It's good it's good it's good to be here in Tucson

Let's keep our fingers crossed that the power stays on

Now I'm off to China

And trust me, this song could go on and on and on

But maybe it's wearing out its welcome

I don't know

I'm enjoying singing this song

This song could go on and on and on and on and on and on

Maybe it's almost over

I don't know

But I hope you're enjoying this song

I know that some of you are thinking

This song is way too long

That's OK with me

You can listen to Green Day instead

Or play a game of ping pong

(Hey Mark, sorry to stop you but I think it is getting a little too long)

Oh alright, let's take a break and maybe get some dinner over at Tu Lan