Blink-182 - Enema of the State Album Lyrics

Aliens Exist
All the Small Things
Mutt
Wendy Clear

Aliens Exist

(this song is about aliens 'cos Tom's a trecky,
I have been abducted and probed in the anus,
Travis you ready?
On perpose,
Alright here we go)
Hey mom theres something in the backroom
Hope it's not the creatures from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb
What if people knew that these were real
leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I Wish someone would tell me what was right
Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
I am still the skeptic, yes you know me
Been bestfriends and will be till we die (die)
I got an injection
a fear from the abductions
My bestfriend thinks I'm just telling lies
Alright
Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation, information
Nice to know ya, paranoia
Where's my mother, biofather
Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
a pair of big black eyes
(tom has sex with guys)
Come see the softer side of sears!
(Wow)

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(this song is about aliens 'cos Tom's a trecky,
I have been abducted and probed in the anus,
Travis you ready?
On perpose,
Alright here we go)
Hey mom theres something in the backroom
Hope it's not the creatures from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb
What if people knew that these were real
leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I Wish someone would tell me what was right
Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
I am still the skeptic, yes you know me
Been bestfriends and will be till we die (die)
I got an injection
a fear from the abductions
My bestfriend thinks I'm just telling lies
Alright
Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation, information
Nice to know ya, paranoia
Where's my mother, biofather
Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
a pair of big black eyes
(tom has sex with guys)
Come see the softer side of sears!
(Wow)

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Writer: Tom DeLonge, Mark Hoppus, Travis Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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All the Small Things

All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting
Commiserating
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill
Say it ain't so, I will not go (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
Turn the lights off, carry me home (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
The night will go on (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
The night will go on (na-na, na, na)
My little windmill

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All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting
Commiserating
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill
Say it ain't so, I will not go (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
Turn the lights off, carry me home (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
The night will go on (na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na)
The night will go on (na-na, na, na)
My little windmill

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Writer: Mark Hoppus, Thomas Delonge, Travis L. Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Mutt

He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb
She has her curlers set, her credit cards are paying the funds
He's not that old, I've been told, a strong sexual goal
They go out every day, she goes every way, oh yeah
They don't even care at all
She's open, waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically been starved for attention before
She smokes a dozen and he doesn't seem to notice the smell
He took the seat off his own bike because the way that it felt
He wants to bone, this I know, she is ready to blow
They go out every night, his pants are super-tight, oh yeah
They don't even care at all
She's open waiting for more (she's open for more)
And I know he's only looking to score (he's only looking to score)
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically been starved for attention before
She's open, waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically been starved for attention before

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He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb
She has her curlers set, her credit cards are paying the funds
He's not that old, I've been told, a strong sexual goal
They go out every day, she goes every way, oh yeah
They don't even care at all
She's open, waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically been starved for attention before
She smokes a dozen and he doesn't seem to notice the smell
He took the seat off his own bike because the way that it felt
He wants to bone, this I know, she is ready to blow
They go out every night, his pants are super-tight, oh yeah
They don't even care at all
She's open waiting for more (she's open for more)
And I know he's only looking to score (he's only looking to score)
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically been starved for attention before
She's open, waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically been starved for attention before

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Writer: Mark Hoppus, Scott Raynor, Tom Delonge
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Wendy Clear

Let's take the boat out on the bay
Forget your job for just one day
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

It might be inappropriate because
Either way our band gets dropped, oh yeah
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

The three-date theory's getting old
Everyone's getting left out in the cold
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

So I'll see you with another guy
Who pretends not to hear you when you cry, oh yeah
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

I'll be moving on, moving on
Moving on, and on and on
Moving on, moving on
Moving on and on and on

But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad
I wish it didn't have to be so bad
I wish it didn't have to be so bad
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

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Let's take the boat out on the bay
Forget your job for just one day
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

It might be inappropriate because
Either way our band gets dropped, oh yeah
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

The three-date theory's getting old
Everyone's getting left out in the cold
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

So I'll see you with another guy
Who pretends not to hear you when you cry, oh yeah
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

I'll be moving on, moving on
Moving on, and on and on
Moving on, moving on
Moving on and on and on

But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad
I wish it didn't have to be so bad
I wish it didn't have to be so bad
I wish it didn't have to be so bad

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Writer: Mark Hoppus, Thomas DeLonge, Travis L. Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Enema of the State Info:

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Enema of the State is the third studio album by American rock band Blink-182, released on June 1, 1999, by MCA Records. After a long series of performances at various clubs and festivals and several indie recordings throughout the 1990s, Blink-182 first achieved popularity on the Warped Tour and in Australia following the release of their second album Dude Ranch (1997) and its rock radio hit "Dammit."

To record their third album, Blink-182 turned to veteran punk rock producer Jerry Finn, who previously worked on Green Day's breakthrough album Dookie (1994). Enema was the band's first album to feature drummer Travis Barker, who replaced original drummer Scott Raynor.

The group recorded with Finn over a period of three months at numerous locations, including their hometown of San Diego and in Los Angeles. Finn was key in producing the fast-paced, melodic mixes, creating a pop-punk sound with a more radio-friendly, accessible polish.

Lyrically, the album is inspired by adolescent frustration and relationships. Guitarist Tom DeLonge and bassist Mark Hoppus primarily culled stories from friends and autobiographical situations to craft summer-related tracks revolving around breakups, suburban parties and maturity, as well as more offbeat subject matter such as UFO conspiracy theories. The cover artwork for Enema of the State features porn star Janine Lindemulder famously clad in a nurse uniform; the title is a pun on the term enemy of the state.

Enema of the State was an enormous commercial success, although the band was criticized as synthesized, manufactured pop only remotely resembling punk, and pigeonholed as a joke act due to the puerile slant of its singles and associating music videos.

The album sold over 15 million copies worldwide, catapulting the band to become one of the biggest rock bands of the turn of the millennium. "What's My Age Again?", "All the Small Things", and "Adam's Song" became hit singles and MTV staples, generating heavy radio airplay. Enema of the State has retrospectively been hailed as a quintessential pop-punk album and had an extensive impact on the genre and beyond, reinventing it for a new generation, influencing numerous bands as well as artists from other genres, and spawning countless tributes and accolades.

Performed by: Blink-182
Genre(s): Pop-punk, skate punk
Producer(s): Jerry Finn
Length: 35:17
Released: June 1st, 1999
Year: 1999

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