The Hang plays New Old-School Rock MusicThe Hang

Written by: Trey Green

Crazy how life never goes as you planned
You’ve gotta learn how to move on
We play shows and stay up all night while we drive through the dawn

You can’t control life, ‘cause it’s out of control
I guess that’s my bad epitaph
Life’s so messed up that you just have to let go and laugh

I wouldn’t change if I could, be bad to feel good,
I got a rock’n’roll band
We gotta make our own way, we’re addicted to play, do the best that we can

Snow-covered mountains and bottles of booze
The hangover’s bringin’ us down
Sleep in the back of the bus while we roll into town

Nothing beats hearing a girl in the audience screaming the words to your song
This won’t last forever; times these good never last long

I wouldn’t change if I could, be bad to feel good,
I got a rock’n’roll band
We gotta make our own way, we’re addicted to play, do the best that we can

For fear of regret, this is what we get

I wouldn’t change if I could, be bad to feel good,
I got a rock’n’roll band
We gotta make our own way, we’re addicted to play, do the best that we can

Crazy how life never goes as you planned
You’ve gotta learn how to move on
We play shows and stay up all night while we drive through the dawn

Written by: Trey Green

I got a tattoo; I’ll get some more
People love to tell me why I can’t do that no more
I quit my day job
They told me I’m insane
Now girls/friends ask me about my plans in life,
But I just can’t explain

I’m gonna life my own life, I’ll deal with what’s in store
I don’t want what you want, I want more
I don’t live for money, I wish I had more time
I’m gonna risk it all to try for mine

Can’t have a family when you live this way,
A wife a kids, bills, rules, they seem so far away

I’m gonna life my own life, I’ll deal with what’s in store
I don’t want what you want, I want more
I don’t live for money, I wish I had more time
I’m gonna risk it all to try for mine

‘Cause they all seem the same

I’m gonna life my own life, I’ll deal with what’s in store
I don’t want what you want, I want more
I don’t live for money, I wish I had more time
I’m gonna risk it all to try for mine

Written by: Chuck Berry

Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
‘Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall

Long distance information get in touch with my Marie
She’s the only one who’d phone me here from Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high upon a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge.

Help me information! More than that, I cannot add
Only that I miss her, and all the fun we can
But we were pulled apart because her mom would not agree
She tore apart our happy home in Memphis, Tennessee

Last time I saw Marie, she’s waivin’ me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please,
Help me find my party down in Memphis, Tennessee

Where I was born

Written by: Trey Green

She turns to drugs ‘most every day
When she’s high anyway
Moved to LA to be a star

But now she feels so ordinary, “Where’s my fairy tale?”

It’s hard to make her smile, because the bottle’s got her down
Only drops the attitude when no one’s around
She can’t go home because all her friends’ll think she failed
She can’t let go of the Hollywood fairtytale

Despite it all, she’s beautiful,
Surrounded by animals
And actress dyin’ to get a job

But now she feels so ordinary, Hollywood’s so dark and scary
It’s hard to make her smile, because the bottle’s got her down
Only drops the attitude when no one’s around
And it should hurt like hell, but she just can’t feel a thing
The fairytale still comes to life when she starts to sing:

Everything just feels so far away
Live to see another day
I can’t go home to all the friends I miss,
My fairytale can’t end like this

It’s hard to be a good girl in LA, but she tries anyway
A good man hasn’t stuck around

So now she feels so ordinary, Hollywood’s so dark and scary
It’s hard to make her smile, because the bottle’s got her down
Only drops the attitude when no one’s around
And it should hurt like hell, but she just can’t feel a thing
The fairytale still comes to life when she starts to sing:

Everything just feels so far away
Live to see another day
One day soon, they’ll hear my scream,
I’ll never give up on my dream

It’s hard to make her smile, because the bottle’s got her down
Only drops the attitude when no one’s around
And it should hurt like hell, but she just can’t feel a thing
Everything comes back to life when she starts to sing:

Everything just feels so far away
Live to see another day
I can’t go home to all the friends I miss,
I’m gonna tough it out and wait for that kiss
My fairytale can’t end like this

She turns to drugs ‘most every day
When she’s high anyway

Written by: Trey Green

Breakin’ Up, what a mess,
You know someone for so long then you just have to guess
So long

I broke up with a girl, we had grown apart
She had looks that kill and a stone cold heart
She said, “I’ll move on ‘n’ leave you all alone.”
She unfriended me on Facebook and she stole my phone,
So long

So I said, “Fair thee well you maniac,
I fear a violent attack, and by the way,
Fuck you, too. Now it’s Friday night and I got nothin’ to do,
So long.”

I broke up with a girl, she got mad at me.
She had looks that kill, but she was crazy.
She said, “You regret every losin’ this.”
She took off all her clothes and said, “Look what you’ll miss.”
So long

So I said, “Fair thee well you maniac,
I fear a violent attack, and by the way,
Fuck you, too. Now it’s Friday night and I got nothin’ to do,
So long.”

So turn away, you act so tough,
I put up with your shit, but that just wasn’t enough.
I told all of my friends that you’re psycho.

So fair thee well you maniac,
I fear a violent attack, and by the way,
Fuck you, too. Now it’s Friday night and I got nothin’ to do,
So long
So long
So long
So long

Written by: The Violent Femmes

When I’m walkin’ I strut my stuff, man I’m so strung out
I’m high as a kite, I just might stop to check you out

Let me go on, like I blister in the sun,
Let me go on, big hands I know you’re the one

Body and beats, I stain my sheets, I don’t even know why
My girlfriend, she’s at the end, she is starting to cry

Let me go on, like I blister in the sun,
Let me go on, big hands I know you’re the one

When I’m walkin’, I strut my stuff, man I’m so strung out
I’m high as a kite, I just might stop to check you out

Body and beats I stain my sheets I don’t even know why
My girlfriend she’s at the end she is starting to cry

Let me go on, like I blister in the sun
Let me go on, big hands I know you’re the one

Written by: Trey Green

Well fuckin’ Glee sucks, I wish the whole show would explode.
Your balls’ll fall off if you watch one episode
They’ve all got talent, but the show can hit the road.

How’d they get Jane Lynch? She’s the motherfuckin’ bomb
Hope she’s makin’ billions from that sell-out show she’s on
The fact that some kids think that’s cool is really, really scary

Well Glee sucks, this ain’t a joke,
Let’s go watch some male cheerleaders dance around on coke
Without auto-tune and editing the show’d be fuckin’ broke

They cover great songs, and take the rock’n’roll parts out
Joan Jett, Queen, and Chemical Romance all choired out
The show makes little kids forget what rock is all about

Well Glee sucks, you know I’m right.
It’s like Milli Vanilli and N Synch each fuckin’ night
I’d rather watch an infomercial selling broken kites
Written by: Trey Green

Girls make their boyfriends sit and watch the show
Where good TV went, I don’t know
They always over-do everything
Every guy knows that’s true
They rip off great rock’n’roll just like we ripped off Blink 182

Well fuckin’ Glee sucks
Well fuckin’ Glee sucks
Well fuckin’ Glee sucks
Well fuckin’ Glee sucks
Glee sucks
It fuckin’ blows
Glee sucks
I fuckin’ hate that show
Glee sucks
She watches every fuckin’ night
Glee sucks
And it’s just not right
Glee sucks
Oh, man

Written by: Trey Green

My doctor seems to think that I’m a maniac
He gave me drugs designed to fix my brain
But I’m not gonna take ‘em outta principle
And plus, I kinda like bein’ insane

And everyone’s an alien, they’re lost in outer space

It turns out everything I love is bad for me
The things that make me happy all go wrong
So fuck it! Life is short and sweet,
You’re up so high, then down six feet
These moments that we love don’t last for long

And everyone’s an alien, they’re lost in outerspace
With all the weirdos here on Earth,
I feel so out of place in the fucked up human race

You better go to school, get good grades
Get a job so you can buy what’s made
Find a wife and pick a town
Play it safe and settle down

My doctor seems to think that I’m a maniac

Written by: Trey Green

Rock’n’Roll seems so far away
In the early days it was better
They stole from blues, had nothin’ to lose
Made a sound much better

There was Otis Redding’s croon
Now it’s auto-tune
The real thing sounds better

Radio, TV pop-music shows,
Rock’n’Roll sounds better

How do I steal the bones of The Who and The Rolling Stones?
They all made us feel better.
You can hear us cry for the music about to die
It all made us feel better

White Stripes and Queen,
G’n’R, Dire Straits and Cream,
Bon Scott and Ween, what’s better?
It’s all gone today. The clubs make you pay to play.
Give me the good old days, that’s better.

How do I steal the bones of The Who and The Rolling Stones?
They all made us feel better.
You can hear us cry for the music about to die
It all made us feel better

No one pays for music, so the music doesn’t pay any more
Everyone owns a guitar; here’s what a guitar’s for

How do I steal the bones of The Who and The Rolling Stones?
They all made us feel better.
You can hear us cry for the music about to die
It all made us feel better

Written by: Wall of Voodoo

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on while in bed I slumber

I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy a product, but never use it
I hear the talkings of the dj
Can’t understand; just what does he say?

I’m on a Mexican Radio
I’m on a Mexican, whoa-oh, Radio

I tune it in to the station
They talk about the US inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende – it’s a riddle

I’m on a Mexican Radio
I’m on a Mexican, whoa-oh, Radio
I’m on a Mexican Radio
I’m on a Mexican, whoa-oh, Radio

I wish I was in Tijuana eating barbecued iguana
I’d take requests on the telephone
I’m on a wavelength far from home

I’m on a Mexican Radio
I’m on a Mexican, whoa-oh, Radio
I’m on a Mexican Radio
I’m on a Mexican, whoa-oh, Radio
Radio, radio, radio, radio
I’m on a Mexican Radio
I’m on a Mexican, whoa-oh, Radio