Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

When you go campin’ for a week or two
Bring along a couple cans ‘a stew
You can even bring a couple ‘a pounds
When you campin’, invite your friends
Unpack your sleeping bags and tents
You can’t tie those night creatures down

When you go fishin’ out on the sea
To catch your lunch or just to shoot the breeze
Maybe just to escape the city sounds
When you go fishin’ don’t forget the bait
Smokin’ cigarettes will help the wait
Ah, you can’t tie a sea creature down

When you go walkin’ out on the streets
You’ll eat your local vegetables and meats
You’ll tip the guy on the corner dressed as a clown
When you go walkin’ out on the bay
You’ll remember what your mom would say
She said “Just never let yourself down”

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

You can go shoppin’ at the market stores
Or work all day long on chores
Or be the right-hand man at the compound
You can go shoppin’ from the trunks of cars
Or hang ’round all day in bars
But that doesn’t makes that logic sound

A werewolf always has to plan ahead
‘Cuz the moon will always come around the bend
An’ he should never, ever, ever mess around
A werewolf has to make judgement calls
‘Cuz every night the moon will fall
An’ you can’t tie a free wheeler down

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t

You know, you know
It takes some time
To show and grow
Your reason to rhyme
But understand your plan
Can’t happen in an instant
Hand in hand we’ll pan the land
Won’t stop ’til we go the distance

I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t

I know, I know
It won’t be overnight
I’m goin’ slow
Ain’t got no light
But ya can’t shake or break me down
Cuz I won’t allow it
Cuz if I stand in sand I’ll be the man
Who lands in a place surrounded

I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t

La-la-la-la-la-lie
Lie to you but I can’t

If you wanna get down to the black, blue and green of it
There’s a train that leaves everyday
You’ll wanna do more than just be seen with it
Take a ride. A trip
Go to school for free
When you stop livin’ for you
You’ll read your own eulogy

Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you

If you wanna get me started on the cosmos and stars
I’ll talk about the truth I found in this guitar
Sit back, relax and enjoy what’s around
Cuz when you stop lovin’ for you
You may as well be six feet underground

Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Don’t call the fuzz if you see us lightin’ up
The herb was here before us
It’s time we brighten up
To all my family and friends out there getting written up,
the answer is herb heels
An’ it’s time we rip it up

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night

Those who cast down judgement with their evil eyes
Are actually at home in their guest rooms getting high
To most, saving face is safer than to defy
But nothing will happen ’til we shout it at the sky

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night

The smoke fills the space that we occupy
The cough only means we’re out here gettin’ high
We connect and we share cuz it is so beautiful
The love that we feel is oh so mutual

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night

Shock treatment on a Tuesday
Countin’ down the days ’til Friday
Feelin’ tight around my neck and chest
Like chewin’ gum; it’s hard to digest

Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns

Strap’d to a simple routine
Gotta remember to keep the corners clean
If the inspector sticks in his nose
my head’ll hang low on th’ long walk home
I gotta get out
I gotta walk out
It’s like doin’ a days worth o’ work with a cops’ snout
Watch out
Cuz rush hour is packed at the exact same time everyday

Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns

A crafted disaster on the verge of a break out
We’re The Dean Project an’ we’re about to put come cake out
So, lovingly lick your lips in anticipation
An’ stay tuned to every music publication and station if you’re smart
Cuz we’re working endlessly to put out a deadly kinda art
We do this for the craft and for the people who paved the way
We’ll pay our dues an’ play the game to be in that place one day
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
This time, we’re not fuckin’ jokin’ around, people.

There’s this left legged bud I know who keeps taggin’ and draggin’ along
A shovel always in his hand
He always waits around too long
Famous for his lack of finesse – Imposing all the time
His ideas suck an’ his jokes ain’t funny – He ain’t no pal o’ mine
Ya better go away
Yes, go away
It’s funny cuz he knows it’s true
He’ll admit it to ya once
He don’t care that you don’t care
You’ll see him forty times a month
Ya better go away

Hardly askin’ for his time – my body language is clear
Don’t go cryin’ to yer mama, go grow another ear
He’s like a villain in comic books
A sook without any milk
Laughing before the punch line
Strenuously sewing silk
Ya better go away
Yes, go away

Watch out for a sale
It’ll only last half an’ hour
Save as much money as you can
‘Tis the season to be sour
Go away
Yes, I’m annoyed
Mama, I’m annoyed

Go away – I’m annoyed
Ya better go away!

 

You can’t sweep me under the rug
I’m not a crumb from your cracker
Even if you tried
You couldn’t make this coffee blacker
I’ll try not to mention how much it hurt
I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re the mop – I’m the dirt

Now, go bravely into studies
With your dust pan in hand
I’ll just be on stage
Performing with my band
I won’t be standing anywhere
Waving any flags
I’ll be off in the distance in an instant
Adorned in plastic bags, rags, mags gagged

Shoe laces, duct tape
Magnetic tennis balls
Are now the clothes that I wear
Cuz I can’t stand to crawl
Well, chew me up and spit me out
Baby, lock me in a stall
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m bouncin’ off the walls

So, please refrain from lying to me
An’ sayin’ that you care
It’s minus thirty-five out there
An’ I’m at your door in my underwear
With goosebumps you’re changing
From an apple to a pear
Yeah, I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re a bi-polar bear

Oh, how often do you confuse conversations with pipe bombs
Actually, it’s not contracted that a hero has to right wrongs
Reality, I know, can feel just like a cartoon
I’m a stoned raccoon sittin’ under the moon

Well, who accepts a rain-check on compassion and attraction
Some sorry stiff soul standin’ somewhere distracted
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog

I’m bitchin’ in this kitchen
Choppin’ onions and mushrooms
A casserole of magnitude in this classroom
I’ll put on a suit and I’ll teach ya a lesson
When It comes to cookin’ cookies better leave out the aggression
I came up with this recipe it’s a perfect kind of mixture
It’ll have you laughing and hanging from the light ceiling fixture
It’s a variation of some very Asian cuisine
You won’t find it anywhere. In any shop or magazine

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day

I’m addicted to diction; pronouncing words with ease
You’ll be rollin’ in the aisle and your vernacular will freeze
We’ll chill some cold ones as we defrost tomorrows dinner
You’ll be full, completely satisfied without lifting a finger
I’d take care of you, you know what I will
A ferry ride to enlightenment without even taking a pill
They don”t believe me it’s true out on the east coast
That you’re my sweetest kind of coffee
My monday morning mild roast
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day

How long do you expect me to wait for you?
Aw baby, baby, baby
I’m not that kind of dude

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
©2013 The Dean Project

A wave is like a zap, Brat! Master the attack
The problem that I see in you is that you don’t know how to act, hack
Carving familiar sculptures out of abundant materials –
There’s butter on your toast every morning with your cereal
Predictable patterns shatter any mystique –
Today a superstar; what about next week?
What ‘you gonna do? Who’ll do the loudest speaking?
Will you move fast enough? An’ are your wave lengths peaking?
Will you show up on time with a smile no matter what?
Will you rather quit, throw the towel or hang it up?
It’s time we all realize we’re everything we have –
Each other and our memories can all be torn in half
Aw yeah
Aw, torn in half

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
I say, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing

This storm could be a warning or it could mean nothing
But today is not a day unless you learn a little something
No one know everything – Perhaps we don’t know anything
Are the kid the only hope? It’s like this every generation
Pollution in the constitution; main attraction –
Just beyond the gate of gold grows the grass of passion
It’s always taller through the unknown hallways
An’ if you know the right folks then even workin’ at the mall pays
Will I remember what I say or what I write?
Am I lying to myself when I say “I’m all right”?
Come to think of it I remember what I have –
Each other and our memories call all be torn in half
Aw yeah
Aw, torn in half

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
Aw, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos

Sydney, London, Paris, Chicago an’ all they back to Heaven
Now, it’s like we have our standards set all the way to eleven
Walk on the Earth – Feel its hills and its motion
I’m overcome with thoughts – Got chills – These emotions
What is real? What are only illusions?
Mass appeal, validation, confusion
Oh, I’m confused

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
I say, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos