Smashing Pumpkins:1979
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This song is performed by Smashing Pumpkins and appears on the album Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness (1995).
- This song is featured in the video game Grand Theft Auto IV.
- This song is featured in the video game Guitar Hero World Tour.
- This song is featured in the television series Cold Case.
Shakedown 1979.
Cool kids never have the time.
On a live wire right up off the street,
You and I, should meet.
Junebug skipping like a stone.
With the headlights pointed at the dawn.
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all.
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues.
And we don't know just where our bones will rest.
To dust, I guess;
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below.
Double cross the vacant and the bored.
They're not sure just what we have in store.
Morphine city slipping dues down to see.
That we don't even care, as restless as we are.
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts.
And poured cement, lamented and assured.
To the lights and towns below.
Faster than the speed of sound.
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope.
Justine never knew the rules;
Hung down with the freaks and ghouls.
No apologies ever need be made; I know you better than you fake it.
To see, that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues.
And we don't know just where our bones will rest.
To dust, I guess;
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below.
The street heats the urgency of now.
As you see, there's no one around.
Cool kids never have the time.
On a live wire right up off the street,
You and I, should meet.
Junebug skipping like a stone.
With the headlights pointed at the dawn.
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all.
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues.
And we don't know just where our bones will rest.
To dust, I guess;
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below.
Double cross the vacant and the bored.
They're not sure just what we have in store.
Morphine city slipping dues down to see.
That we don't even care, as restless as we are.
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts.
And poured cement, lamented and assured.
To the lights and towns below.
Faster than the speed of sound.
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope.
Justine never knew the rules;
Hung down with the freaks and ghouls.
No apologies ever need be made; I know you better than you fake it.
To see, that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues.
And we don't know just where our bones will rest.
To dust, I guess;
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below.
The street heats the urgency of now.
As you see, there's no one around.
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