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Violent Femmes - All That Rock - Add It Up (live)
All That Rock
Disc 1
01. School’s Out
02. No Fun
03. Beat on the Brat
04. Black Velvet
05. My Best Friend’s Girl
06. Shine
07. Confetti
08. Nice Shot Man
09. Fat Cop
10. Down Again
11. Mongoloid
12. Hardly Getting Over It
13. April Skies
14. That’s When I Reach for My Revolver
15. Blister in the Sun
Disc 2
01. Epic
02. Urgent
03. You Got Nothing I Want
04. Tush
05. Panama
06. Stay With Me
07. Solid Rock
08. Pretend We’re Dead
09. Heart of Steel
10. Gimme Head
11. Hurting Kind (I’ve Got My Eyes on You)
12. Middle of the Road
13. Keep Your Hands to Yourself
14. Wait (live version)
15. Add It Up (live)
Disc 3
01. There Goes the Neighborhood
02. Mouth for War
03. Honey Bucket
04. Gardenia (live version)
05. Scratch the Surface
06. Breathe
07. Slave to the Grind
08. How It Is
09. Jesus Built My Hotrod
10. Lie
11. My Mind’s Sedate
12. Unchain the Night
13. We’re Not Gonna Take It
14. In‐A‐Gadda‐Da‐Vida
Day after day, I will walk and I will play,
But the day after today, I will stop and I will start.

Why can't I get just one kiss?
Why can't I get just one kiss?
There may be some things that I wouldn't miss,
But I look at your pants and I need a kiss.

Why can't I get just one screw?
Why can't I get just one screw?
Believe me, I know what to do,
But something won't let me make love to you.

Why can't I get just one fuck?
Why can't I get just one fuck?
I guess it's got something to do with luck,
But I waited my whole life for just one.

Day after day, I get angry and I will say,
That the day is in my sight when I'll take a bow and say goodnight.

Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum,
Have you kept your eye, your eye on your son?
I know you've had problems, you're not the only one,
When your sugar left, he left you on the run.

Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum,
Take a look now at what your boy has done.
He's walking around like he's number one,
Went downtown and you got him a gun.

So don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me,
Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me.
You know you've got my sympathy,
But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me.

So don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me,
Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me.
You know you've got my sympathy,
But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me.

Going down the kitchen at the top of the stairs,
Can I mix in with your affairs?
Share a smoke, make a joke, grasp and reach for a leg of hope.

Words to memorize, words hypnotize, words make my mouth exercise.
Words all failed the magic prize; nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs.

Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother,
I would love to love you, lover.
City is restless, it's ready to pounce,
Here in your bedroom, ounce-for-ounce.

Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother,
I would love to love you, lover.
City is restless, it's ready to pounce,
Here in your bedroom, ounce-for-ounce.

I've given you a decision to make,
Things to lose, things to take.
Just as she's about ready to cut it up:
She says, "Wait a minute, honey, I'm gonna add it up!"
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!

Day after day, I get angry and I will say,
That the day is in my sight when I'll take a bow and say goodnight.