19.99 by Famous Letter Writer

Bone-thugs, smokin’ bones
Me alone
Tawnee Stone
AOL the family phone
Mom and Dad leave me alone

It’s 1999, it’s 1999
Could it get better?

Now there’s geeks n’ freaks
And killing streaks
And blood red streaks
On homework sheets
But me I try to keep it fleak
They cut your teeth like it’s shark week

Trenchcoat, Columbine
Don’t worry ma, I’m just dyin’
21st century, we’ll be fine
Like George Jetson we’ll be flyin’

in 1999, in 1999 was it all better? in 1999 could it get better?

There’ll be flying cars no more scars everyone an avatar
No Laramie, Gethsemane, lord, take this cup away from me
Blood bath never stops my cup it spilleth (grab a mop)
Marx was right, hold on tight
exit through the gift shop

I had a neon trapper keeper
Couldn’t trap her, couldn’t keep her
Used my brother’s broken beeper
She said kiss me, let’s get deeper
I said I like Tori Amos
I write letters, I’ll be famous
I can’t kiss you, know I’ll miss you
What should I do with these tissues?

O, don’t cry my Gina something
Back in 199-something
Do the Humpty Dance was pumping
I wasn’t that straight, baby, straight from Compton
Real Slim Shady, don’t stand up
I see two girls but just one cup
Some boys grow hard, some boys grow tough
Some boys throw down, I just throw up

In 1999, in 1999, in 1999 could it get better?

Me I start my daughter’s bath
A million birds I hear her laugh
God made Adam, Eve made you
I said I’m glad, she said me too
Is there love in all this pain?
Why won’t he make it rain?

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