Lyrics: Klark Kent

[Updated: August 7, 2000]

Klark Kent - UK issue: 10 inch record (green vinyl) in 10 inch sleeve The lyrics on this page are for private study, scholarship, or research only. When you have other intentions then please do not proceed on this page.

Don't Care

Away From Home

Rich in a Ditch

Grandelinquent

Guerilla

Old School

Excesses

Kinetic Ritual


Don't Care


I Am The Hottest Thing You Ever Will See
You Know I'm Something It Ain't Easy To Be
I Am The Neatest Thing That Ever Hit Town
There Isn't Anything The Could Bring Me Down
Don't Care
If You Really Wanna Hang Around
Don't Care
'Cause I Am The Neatest Thing In Town
Don't Care
If You Really Wanna Stick Around
I Don't Care
If You Even Wanna Put Me Down
The Girls Are Always Trying To Settle Me Down
They Never Guess I'm Only Fooling Around
My Only Worry Is My Humility
It Dampens All My Heavy Artillery

Repeat Chorus

Don't Care No-No
Don't Care No-No
Don't Care No-No
Don't Care No-No

You Know I'm Fooling With My Fake ID
So You Don't Need To Check My History
You Know I'm Something It Ain't Easy To Be
There Isn't Anyone Who I'd Rather Be

Repeat Chorus

Don't Care No-No

'Cause I Am The Neatest Thing In Town
Don't Care
If You Really Wanna Stick Around
I Don't Care
If You Even Wanna Put Me Down


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Away From Home


I Finally Got Away From Home
I Got Apartment Of My Own
Eccentric Posing Is Allowed
And I Can Play The Music Loud
I'm Gonna Abuse My Brand New Pad
My Lousy Manners Are O.K.
I Finally Got Away From Home
I Got Apartment Of My Own
I Entertain My Rancid Date
And She Can Hang Around Till Late
Oh Boy!
Away From Home
O-Oh
I Got A Place Of My Own
O-Oh
Away From Home
O-Oh
I Got A Place Of My Own
O-Oh
And I Don't Have To Hide The Fumes
So I Don't Have To Clean My Room
And I Don't Have To Hide My Toys
Won't Hide My Dealings Oh Boy
I Finally Got Away From Home
I Got Apartment Of My Own
Not Sure Exactly 'Bout The Rent
My Weekly Pay Won't Even Dent

Won't Hide My Dealings Oh Boy Oh Boy!


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Rich In A Ditch


I Have To Fake It When I Deal With The System
My Bills Are On Time But My Pay Always Late
I Work For Myself I Won't Work For No One Else
If I Worked In A Ditch I'd Be Rich

I Would Not Make It
If I Couldn't Fake It
It Ain't No Treason
Just To Look For Freedom

I Want Some Money Of My Own
I Gotta Bring My Work Home
In A Bus On The Street
On The Beat In The Heat
I Gotta Fake With The Law
I Gotta Look Like A Pawn
So I Cook Up A Nook And Look Great
As A Straight

I Would Not Make It
If I Couldn't Fake It
It Ain't No Treason
Just To Look For Freedom

I Wanna Be Rich
I Don't Wanna Work In A Ditch
I Wanna Be Rich
I Don't Wanna Work In A Ditch


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Grandelinquent


[Instrumental]


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Guerilla


I'm On The Rrrrun
From The Gun
Of A Bum


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Old School


When I Was Young I Was A Fool
I Was Somebody Elses Tool
I Was At The Mercy Of My So-Called Friends
You Never Saw A Joke Like Me
I Was As Dumb As I Could Be
If I Could Go Back To My School
I'd Show 'Em How I Broke The Rules
I'd Show 'Em All My Wordly Cool
One Day I Fell Out Of The Pack
I Felt Like Yasser Arafat
It Was A Close Shave But I Skipped That Trap
And Now I've Done Some Growing Up
I Ain't The Same Old Buttercup
If I Could Go Back To My School
I'd Show 'Em All My Worldly Cool
I Never Dared To Take A Chance
I Never Asked A Girl To Dance
And All My Dreams Were Out Of Reach
And When The Girls Came Out To Play
I Never Had A Thing To Say
And All My Dreams Were Out Of Reach
I Never Thought To Disobey
Not Like I Always Do Today

Repeat Chorus


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Excesses


I've Cracked Enough Jokes
And I've Smoked Enough Smokes
Now I'm Feeling For The Ropes
I Hope No One Took Notes
My Excesses Are Getting The Better Of Me
I'm Ready To Go Home
Repeat

I Try Not To Notice That I've Spilt My Drink
As I Slide Towards The Door
I Start To Think

My Excesses Are Getting The Better Of Me
I'm Ready To Go Home

Repeat

I Was Lecturing The Kitchen
'Til The Icebox Got Bored
And Where's That Girl Gone
I Was Sure I'd Scored

My Excesses Are Getting The Better Of Me
I'm Ready To Go Home
My Excesses Are Getting The Better Of Me
I'm Ready To Go Home

I Was Sure I'd Scored

My Excesses Are Getting The Better Of Me
I'm Ready To Go Home
My Excesses Are Getting The Better Of Me
I'm Ready To Go Home


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Kinetic Ritual


[Instrumental]


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