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Tiny Music… Songs From the Vatican Gift Shop

Stone Temple Pilots

1996 Released

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1

Press Play

01 : 20

2

Pop’s Love Suicide

03 : 43

3

Tumble in the Rough

03 : 18

4

Big Bang Baby

03 : 23

5

Lady Picture Show

04 : 08

6

And So I Know

03 : 57

7

Trippin’ on a Hole in a Paper Heart

02 : 56

8

Art School Girl

03 : 35

9

Adhesive

05 : 34

10

Ride the Cliché

03 : 17

11

Daisy

02 : 18

12

Seven Caged Tigers

04 : 17

Track Lyrics

Lady Picture Show Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom door
She hides because she don't know nothin', don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face, it's locked and bagged, it's just outside the door
[Chorus]
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
[Verse 2]
Lady picture girl, I think them boys don't like your show
Lady picture show, them boys are gone, should just said no
Your wedding present's not so daisy picture perfect anymore
Lady funny face, it's locked and bagged, it's just outside the door
[Chorus]
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
[Post-Chorus]
Let them bleed
Let them bleed
Let them bleed
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
[Verse 1]
Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom wall
She hides because she don't know nothin', don’t know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face, it's locked and bagged, it's just outside the door
[Chorus]
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
[Post-Chorus]
Let them bleed
Let them bleed
Let them bleed

Trippin’ on a Hole in a Paper Heart Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't cut out my paper heart
I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at Eiffel towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze
Old Lead Belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on trippin' anyway
[Chorus]
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
[Verse 2]
Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned-up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life
And when you binge, I purge alike
Let go, it's harder holdin' on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on
Just a whisper, I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose
[Chorus]
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade

Art School Girl Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school girlfriend, yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We got a girlfriend, and she gotta go
[Pre-Chorus]
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
[Chorus]
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
[Verse 2]
I got a girlfriend, she goes to parties
Underground parties, Andy Warhol everywhere
She wears the leather, I wear the make-up
We'll never break up, been together for a month
[Pre-Chorus]
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
[Chorus]
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
[Bridge]
Nana nana, nana na na na
Five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you
Nana nana, nana na na na
Five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you
Na na na na, nana na na na, na na
[Verse 1]
I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school girlfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We got a girlfriend, and she gotta go
[Pre-Chorus]
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
[Chorus]
Five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
[Outro]
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
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