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"Beverly Hills"

Where I come from isn't all that great


My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn't go to boarding schools


Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

[Chorus]
Beverly Hills - That's where I want to be! (Gimme Gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills...
Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (Gimme Gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills...

Look at all those movie stars


They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between

I wanna live a life like that


I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
Cause I'm the next big thing!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
The truth is...I don't stand a chance
Its something that you're born into...
And I just don't belong...

No I don't - I'm just a no class, beat down fool


And I will always be that way
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play
MEMORIES
Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage
Playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage
Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex
Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks

Memories make me want to go back there, back there


All the memories make me want to go back there, back there
All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there
I want to be there again

Messing with the journalists and tellin’ stupid lies


They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our
eyes
In fact, we didn’t know what we were doing half of the time
We were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way through life

Memories make me want to go back there, back there


All the memories make me want to go back there, back there
All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there
I want to be there again

Now I got so many people that I got to look out for


I never know when I’ll be called away to buy some food at the store
I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed
I gotta get my groove on, ‘cause I’m freaking bored!

Memories make me want to go back there, back there


All the memories make me want to go back there, back there
All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there
I want to be there again
JUNGKIR BAKIL

Verse 1 : Verse 2:
Ayahku pensiunan bank Terdidik menjadi biasa
Ibuku guru sekolah Hidup di zona yang aman
Tumbuh besar di pinggiran Tetanggaku semua seragam
Petakan kavling yang Pegawai negeri palingan
tentram Anak-anak mereka
Tak sampai melarat Rada ugal-ugalan
Jauh dari konglomerat Insaf lalu menghilang
Serba pas ala jeans Usia injak duapuluhan
sekarang Ku angkat kaki dari rumah
Mimpiku tinggi menjulang
Tinggalkan kavling ke awan Aku Jungkir balik
Kepala di kaki di kepala
Aku Jungkir balik Gapai-gapai mimpi
Kepala di kaki di kepala Kepala di kaki di kepala
Gapai-gapai mimpi Aku jungkir balik
Kepala di kaki di kepala Kepala di kaki di kepala
Aku jungkir balik Tabrak prihal tak mungkin
Kepala di kaki di kepala Abaikan mustahil
Tabrak prihal tak mungkin
Abaikan mustahil Musti musti musti musti di
wujudkan
Musti musti musti musti di
wujudkan
Tiada hal yang tak mungkin.
Abaikan mustahil
TERTIDUR DIMANAPUN BERMIMPI KAPANPUN

ku tertidur dimanapun aku bisa


ku bermimpi kapanpun ku mau
di atas lemari
di trotoar jalan
di sela tumpukan benda di gudang
di sesak bis kota
di guncang mikrolet
di bangku taman di buai anginnya, anginnya…
ku tertidur dimanapun aku bisa
ku bermimpi kapanpun ku mau
di atas samudra
di tebing yang curam
di atas pasir di tepian pantai

di halte jalanan
di stasiun kereta
di meja makan walau sejenak, sejenak......

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