Become What You Are
 
Supermodel
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
The highest paid piece of ass !
You know it's not gonna last !
Those magazines end up in the trash !...
Yeah !
 
What's the big idea ?
None of that stuff is even real !
Wanna know how they really feel [!/?]...
Yeah !
 
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face.
 
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face.
 
I came over as soon as she called !
'Cause she's a living doll !
And she's famous for nothing at all !...
Yeah !
 
She's living life like a dream !
With a false sense of self-esteem ! Ah... ha-ha... !
[Would she/I wish she'd] trade places with me [?/!]...
Yeah !...
 
Yeah !
Yeah !
Yeah !
 
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face.
 
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what my baby gets paid
For being just another pretty face.
 
 
My Sister
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
My sister.
My sister.
My sister...
 
I hate my sister, she's such a bitch
She acts as if she doesn't even know that I exist,
But I would do anything to let her know I care,
But I am only talking to myself 'cause she isn't there.
 
My sister.
 
I love my sister, she's the best !
She's cooler than any other girl that I have ever met.
She had the greatest band, she had the greatest guy...
She's good at everything and doesn't even try...
 
 
She's got a wall around her nobody could climb !...
She lets her ladder down for those who really shine...
I tried to scale it, but to me, she's blind !...
So, I lit a firecracker went off in my eye...
 
 
I miss my sister, why'd she go ?
She's the one who would have taken me to my first all-ages show.
It was the Violent Femmes and the Del Fuegos
Before they had a record out, before they went gold
And started to grow.
 
I miss my sister !
I miss my sister !
I miss my sister !
I really miss her !
 
 
This Is The Sound
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Up above the floor so high,
A reflection in his eye,
Fell in love again last night,
Had a chance but I got stagefright.
 
Ooh...
 
I can't dance in front of you,
I never used these dancing shoes,
They won't even go upstairs
[To/...] take me up to meet you there.
 
Ooh...
 
This
Is the sound
Of a tree
Falling down
Like me,
Giving up
To the ground,
[It's/Is] the sound
Of a wave
Breaking down
To be
All washed up...
 
I can't think of things to say,
Would if I could find a way
Grab something and hold it tight
Even if it's just one night.
 
Ooh...
 
Why are simple things so hard ?
Nothing ever goes too far.
[A/I] roll it over in my mind
For the hundred-thousandth time.
 
Ooh...
 
This
Is the sound
Of a tree
Falling down
Like me,
Giving up
To the ground,
[It's/Is] the sound
Of a wave
Breaking down
To be
All washed up...
 
Bridge !
 
 
Up above the town so high,
Watching gases in the sky,
I can't stop thinking of that guy
[How do you can't see smog at night.]
 
Ooh...
 
I don't even know his name,
But if it's ever gonna rain,
Will it ever be the same ?
Will he come back here again ?
 
This
Is the sound
Of a tree
Falling down
Like me,
Giving up
To the ground,
[It's/Is] the sound
Of a wave
Breaking down
To be
All washed up...
 
 
For The Birds
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
I really had to go downtown,
Go downtown and hang around.
[I/...] was not prepared for what I found...
A baby bird was [lying/lyin'] on the ground.
 
Lying there in front of my feet,
Dying there right next to the street.
I picked it up and felt its heat...
I tried to wake her up, but she wanted to sleep.
 
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying,
But I can't get away from the thought.
It's dying [and/...] it's dying [and/...] it's dying
And it's something that I couldn't stop.
You're lying, you're lying if you say
It's gonna make it 'cause I know that it's not !
 
Hanging on a telephone line,
Witnessing a million crimes,
I've been alone all this time !...
I'd call someone, but I don't have a dime.
 
I don't care for boys or girls,
I'd rather hang around with the birds...
Humans only wreck the world...
They'd kill your whole family for a string of pearls.
 
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying,
But I can't get away from the thought.
We're dying, we're dying, we're dying
[And inside, you're/Our insides are] starting to rot.
You're lying, you're lying if you say we're okay !
'Cause maybe we're not !...
 
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...)
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...)
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...)
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...) Ooh ooh...
Hoo-ooh... ooh...
 
 
If I had wings, I'd try to fly,
But they don't make it harder to die.
You can take it up to the sky...
But no-one ever stays that high...
High...
High !...
 
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying,
But I can't get away from the thought.
I'm dying, I'm dying, I already
Gave away all that I've got.
I'm lying, I'm lying if I say that I'm cool !
'Cause really, I'm not !...
 
 
Mabel
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Who are you ? I can't remember your name...
Where am I ? What was I gonna say ?...
What's the time ? What day is it today ?...
I feel fine, I'll probably be okay...
 
Ey... hey...
Ey-ey...
 
Hi, banana. Hi, spaghetti. Hi.
Mommy's back, she's gonna tuck you in tonight.
Mommy's sorry, she gave you such a fright.
Mommy's home, she's gonna be alright...
 
Check out that lady ! Check out that lady !
Check out that lady ! She's talking to herself.
Check out that lady !! Check out that lady !!
Check out that lady !! She's gonna go to Hell...
 
Realize she's in a different place,
Realize her lack of social grace...
She [can't/can] take the smile off his face...
He wants to take her somewhere she'll be safe...
 
Ey... hey...
Ey-ey...
Ey... hey...
Ey-ey...
 
Set the table, [dancing/dancin'] on the table.
Clear [the/her] place because she is unable,
Mabel !...
He looks at her and he wonders where she is...
She smiles a little and she tells him she is his...
 
Check out that lady ! Check out that lady !
Check out that lady ! They're taking her away.
Check out that lady !! Check out that lady !!
Check out that lady !! The Devil made her pay !...
 
 
A Dame With A Rod
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
[Gimme/Give me] your hand...
Get in the van...
D'you understand ?...
You got a plan...
[You've gotta [prove]/He's got a room] for one night ! So, don't try to fight !
He's got a knife ! No respect for your life !...
 
Is it for real ?...
How does it feel ?...
We made a deal...
[You get/Even] paid for your meal...
She got a pain in her head ! Her eyes are red !
Touch her again and you're dead ! You heard what she said ?...
 
I am a heroine,
He tried to do her in,
I gave it back to him,
He won't do it again.
I'm a heroine !
He tried to do her in !
I gave it back to him !
He won't do it again !...
 
[Gimme/Give me] your hand...
Get in the van...
Do you understand ?...
Act like a man...
[You gotta [prove]/He got a room] for one night ! So, don't try to fight !
He's got a knife ! No respect for your life !...
 
Is it for real ?...
How does it feel ?...
We made a deal...
[You get/Even] paid for your meal...
She got a pain in her head ! The bed is red !
Touch her again and you're dead ! You heard what I said ?...
 
I'm a heroine,
He tried to do her in,
I gave it back to him,
He won't do it again.
I'm a heroine !
He tried to do her in !
I gave it back to him !
He won't do it again !...
 
 
Don't try to run...
You did what you done...
[I/I've] got a gun...
And no mercy for scum...
You're gonna rot in the ground ! [Don't/Not] come back around !
[You've/You] pushed yourself down ! And [out of/outta] my town !...
 
I'm a heroine,
He tried to do her in,
I gave it back to him,
He won't do it again.
I am a heroine !
He tried to do her in !
I gave it back to him !
He won't do it again !...
 
 
Addicted
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
I think I'm addicted ! (Addicted !)
Gotta have it everyday.
I think I'm addicted ! (Addicted !)
[Digging/Diggin'] up what I threw away.
 
My body is a shell,
A [broken/broke an] empty shell,
A chemical well,
A little private hell...
 
I can't take this lying down,
I can't handle this [waiting/waitin'] around,
[[Call the mend] just/Karl Wallenda] said it right:
'Walking a [while/wire] is the only life'.
 
I think I'm addicted ! (Addicted !)
I got an insatiable need.
I think I'm addicted ! (Addicted !)
Finally, it happened to me.
 
The skeleton trees
Remind me of me;
They've got no leaves
To make the air we breathe.
 
I can't take this lying down,
I can't handle this [waiting/waitin'] around.
Hack another year off my life,
Take my money, take my knife !...
Uh !
 
 
I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die.
Don't watch me cry.
I don't wanna die.
 
(To-do... to do-do... to-do-do-do-do-do-do-do...)
(To-do... to do-do... to-do-do-do-do-do-do-do...)
 
(Do-do-do-do...)
Ow !! Ow !!
Ow !!...
 
I can't take this lying down,
I can't handle this [waiting/waitin'] around...
Hack another year off my life !!
Take my money, take my knife !...
 
 
Feelin' Massachusetts
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Tell me something I really wanna know,
Take me somewhere I really wanna go,
Introduce me to someone really cool,
Not another crazy (Crazy...) fool... (fool...)
 
Feed me something hot enough,
Don't be afraid to treat me rough.
I just wanna be entertained...
I wanna feel alive again... (Alive again...)
 
I walk around
This little town...
I spit on the ground...
And wait for the sky to fall down.
Show me the way to the door,
Show me out ! 'Cause I'm
So ! So ! So ! So !...
 
Give me something to take a-away the pain,
Give me something that lets me sleep all day.
Play me some music that lifts me to my feet !
Not another [ripped up/ripped off] beat... ([Ripped up/Ripped off] beat...)
 
Take me to the ocean and leave me there,
Leave me all alone, the sun [in/and] the air.
I'll float around all day long !...
It won't be long before I'm gone... (I'm gone...)
 
I float around,
I'm sinking, sinking, sinking down...
Feel like I'm gonna drown
In this stinking town.
Show me the way to the shore,
Throw me out ! 'Cause I'm
So ! So ! So ! So ! Bored !...
 
 
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree,
A tree whose burning mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast !...
 
I walk around
This little town...
I spit on the ground...
And wait for the sky to fall down.
Show me the way to the door !
Show me out ! 'Cause I'm
So ! So ! So ! So !
So ! So ! So ! So ! Bored !...
 
 
Spin The Bottle
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
He's a movie star, only drives rented cars,
Met him in a bar, said 'I know who you are',
Took him to my party ! As the games were starting !
Bottle's on the ground ! Are you ready now ?
When it comes to me, I'm gonna be ready,
It's my turn in a minute, gonna put my message in it.
 
Five minutes in the closet with you...
 
He's in a bunch of movies, really stupid movies,
It's not entirely his fault, he can't control it all,
I am not afraid ! I can hardly wait !
Truth or dare, I don't care ! Tell the truth, I dare you !
When [he/it] comes around ! When [he/it] comes around !
When [he/it] comes around ! When [he/it] comes around !
Do you feel it too, what I feel for you ?
If it was just us, would you do what I do ?
 
To-do-do-do... to-do-do-do...
To-do-do-do... to-do-do-do...
 
Everybody's watching, everybody's looking,
She is such a sucker, he don't wanna fuck her,
He is gonna kiss me ! If he doesn't miss me !
I'm ready for it now !... Already on the ground !
 
Five minutes in the closet with you...
Oh-oh-oh... five minutes in [a/the] closet with you !...
 
Spin it 'round again ! Spin it 'round again !
Spin it 'round again ! Spin it 'round again !
Spin it 'round again ! Spin it 'round again !
Spin it 'round again ! Spin it 'round again !
 
 
President Garfield
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Everytime that truck goes by,
I think of you.
 
You drove right through the wall, and now,
The kids all wanna follow you.
 
I don't smoke ! So, why am I smoking ?
Took a hit, and now, I'm choking !
 
He wrote a book about himself,
I keep it on my shelf.
 
And when I was in Washington,
I walked down all the streets of which he wrote.
 
I can't sing ! I'm not a singer !
I swear I'm gonna kill myself if you bring her !
 
Her, her !...
Her, her !...
Her, her !...
 
 
Iron will , iron hand,
Neck like a tire, iron man,
Iron fist, pump that jam,
Iron eye, iron gland,
Iron face, iron [tan/plan],
Fill that empty coffee again.
Iron bar, metal band,
Pumping [Ironman/iron man]...
 
 
I'm only human ! I am weak !
I want his power inside of me !
And I'm not talking 'bout a piece of meat !
I'm saying something really deep !...
 
I'm saying something really deep !
I'm saying something really deep !
I'm saying something really deep !
I'm saying something really.
I'm saying something really deep !
I'm saying something really deep !
I'm saying something really deep !
I'm saying something really deep !...
 
Yeah-yeah !...
 
 
Little Pieces
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
You left, [escaped/the state] without me,
Shows how much you care about me.
I could call, but you could hang up,
You could take my loving cup !
 
But, I don't wanna share !...
I don't wanna care !...
I don't wanna bear it all !...
 
[You/You've] got a life without me,
Don't know a thing about me,
It's no wonder I can't get through,
On the phone, he said "I love you" !
 
I don't wanna talk it over !
[I/...] never cried on anyone's shoulder !...
More and more as I get older !
 
Take a look and see...
How alone and free...
Anyone can be !...
 
Just never let 'em see you sweat.
Little pieces, all they [can/...] get,
So why do you still feel like shit ?...
 
Feels like a heartbreak,
But it's nothing near that great !...
I never came that close...
Not even an only ghost !
 
And on and on it goes !...
Nobody knows !...
My heart's on fire, but my blood is frozen.
 
Take a look and see...
How alone and free...
Anyone can be !...
 
Just never let 'em see you sweat.
Little pieces, all they [can/...] get,
So why do you still feel like this ?...
 
It's a mystery...
How I seem to be
Something less than myself !
 
It's a mystery...
How I seem to be
Something less than myself !
 
It's a mystery !...
How I seem to be !
Something less than myself.
 
 
I Got No Idols
(Juliana Hatfield & Todd Philips) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Love me, love, but just don't touch,
I don't like to be touched.
You might think we all need that stuff,
But I don't think about it much.
And when I do, I have to leave the room !
I'm scared of what I might do.
 
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
 
I'm a goddess in your eyes
And I will never die.
I was born of people's needs
And what they don't wanna believe,
But I am a liar, that's the truth !
Go home and think it through.
That's the harm in mystery !...
All you know is what you see !...
 
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
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