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Girly-Sound to Guyville
Disc 1
01. 6'1"
02. Help Me, Mary
03. Glory
04. Dance of the Seven Veils
05. Never Said
06. Soap Star Joe
07. Explain It to Me
08. Canary
09. Mesmerizing
10. Fuck and Run
11. Girls! Girls! Girls!
12. Divorce Song
13. Shatter
14. Flower
15. Johnny Sunshine
16. Gunshy
17. Stratford-on-Guy
18. Strange Loop?
Disc 2
01. White Babies
02. Shane
03. 6 Dick Pimp
04. Divorce Song
05. Go West
06. Don't Holdyrbreath
07. Johnny Sunshine
08. Miss Lucy
09. Elvis Song
10. Dead Shark
11. One Less Thing
12. Money
13. In Love w/ Yself
14. Hello Sailor
15. Wild-Thing
16. Fuck and Run
17. Easy Target
18. Soap Star Joe
19. Ant in Alaska
Disc 3
01. GIRLSGIRLSGIRLS
02. Polyester Bride
03. Thrax
04. Miss Mary Mack
05. Clean
06. Love Song
07. Valentine
08. Gigolo
09. Flower
10. Batmobile
11. Slave
12. Open Season
13. Whip Smart
14. Suckerfish
15. California
16. South Dakota
17. Bomb
18. Easy
19. Chopsticks
Call me when you think the coast is clear
I've been hiding out almost a year
Is there something wrong?
What's taking you so long?
And yeah, I know it's not easy

You said if I waited, it'd pay off
But my eyes are growing wild and my body's gone soft
Is there something wrong?
What's taking you so long?
And yeah, I know it's not easy

You said I should let go of your hand
But I don't even know if I can
You're the only one
You are the very sun to me
And you know it's not easy

You'd tell me, wouldn't you, if we needed to talk?
And you'd tell me, wouldn't you, if I'd pissed you off?
Is there something wrong?
What's taking you so long?
And yeah, I know it's not easy

Well I look at the stars and I know you're under them
I look at the cars and I know you insure them
I look at the books and things people are reading
I know that you've written them, too
You've got so many little things to do
But then I look at my life and I know you've forgotten
The promise you made to me, I think that's rotten
I'm hopelessly lost and there's hardly a sound anymore
Coming through that can show me around
As I'm endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd
Looking for something from you
Just one fucking measly clue
Any shitty little tip-off would do
But I'm just an ant in Alaska to you

Then I look at the stars and I know you're under them
I look at the cars and I know you insure them
I look at the books and things people are reading
I know that you've written them, too
You've got so many little things to do
But then I look at my life and I know you've forgotten
The promise you made to me, I think that's rotten
I'm hopelessly lost and there's hardly a sound anymore
Coming through that could show me around
As I'm endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd
Looking for something from you
Just one fucking measly clue
Any shitty little tip-off would do
But I'm just an ant in Alaska to you
I'm just an ant in Alaska
An ant in Alaska
An ant in Alaska to you