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Trouble

length: 3:14
producer: Tim Armstrong
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Tim Armstrong, John Fields and Dave Carlock
additional producer: John Fields
background vocals: Tim Armstrong, Galadriel Masterson and Hopey Rock
additional engineer: Steven Miller and Atticus Ross
programming: John Fields
sampler: Atticus Ross
drums (drum set): Travis Barker
guitar & sampler: Tim Armstrong
horn arranger: Lon Price
percussion & drums (drum set): Joshua Seth Eagan
assistant engineer: Chris Testa, Fredrik Sarhagen, John Silas Cranfield, Tony Cooper and Fermio Hernandez
keyboard & percussion & guitar & bass guitar: John Fields
glockenspiel & turntable & omnichord & drums (drum set): Matt Mahaffey
lyricist: Tim Armstrong, P!nk
composer: Tim Armstrong, P!nk

No attorneys
To plead my case
No orbits
To send me into outta space
And my fingers
Are bejeweled
With diamonds and gold
But that ain't gonna help me now

[Chorus]
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble y'all
I disturb my town
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble y'all
I got trouble in my town

You think your right
But you were wrong
You tried to take me
But I knew all along
You can take me
For a ride
I'm not a fool out
So you better run and hide

[Chorus]

If you see me coming
Down the street then
You know it's time to
Go (and you know it's time to go
cause here comes trouble)

No attorneys
To plead my case
No orbits
To send me into outta space
And my fingers
Are bejeweled
With diamonds and gold
But that ain't gonna help me now

You think your right
But you were wrong
You tried to take me
But I knew all along
You can take me
For a ride
Cause I'm not a fool out
So you better run and hide

[Chorus]

So if you see me coming
Down the street then
You know it's time to
Go (go-oh-oh, I got)

[Chorus]

Trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I got trouble in my town
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I got trouble in my town [Repeat: x3]

God Is a DJ

length: 3:46
producer: Jonathan Davis and Billy Mann
mixer: John Fields
engineer: John Silas Cranfield and Jonathan Davis
arranger: Jonathan Davis and Billy Mann
background vocals: Billy Mann
acoustic guitar & electric guitar: Billy Mann
electric guitar & acoustic guitar: Jonathan Davis
background vocals & lead vocals: P!nk
assistant engineer: Chris Testa and Jay Goin
additional membranophone & piano: John Fields
bass programming & membranophone programming & keyboard programming: Jonathan Davis
lyricist: Billy Mann, P!nk, Jonathan Davis
composer: P!nk, Billy Mann, Jonathan Davis
I've been a girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
I see the world
As a candy store
With a cigarette smile saying things you can't ignore
Like, mommy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Love or hate, **** you, I can see everything
Here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky

[Chorus]
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it

I've been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't care
So open your mouth, stick out your tongue
Might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done
Just find a new life style,reason to smile
Look for nirvana, under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry

[Chorus]

Take what you get and get what you give
I said don't run from yourself,man, that's no way to live( no, no)
I've got a record in my bag,you should give it a spin
Put your hands in the air so that life can begin

(If God is a DJ, if God, say if God is a dj, if God
Then life is a dance floor)
Get your *** on the dance floor now!

[Chorus: x3]

Last to Know

length: 4:04
producer: Tim Armstrong
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Dave Carlock and Tim Armstrong
additional engineer: Atticus Ross
assistant engineer: Fredrik Sarhagen, John Silas Cranfield, Tony Cooper and Fermio Hernandez
bass programming & membranophone programming: Dave Carlock
sampler & guitar family & keyboard & acoustic bass guitar: Tim Armstrong
lyricist: P!nk, Tim Armstrong, P!nk, Tim Armstrong
composer: Tim Armstrong, P!nk, Tim Armstrong, P!nk
[Chorus]
Why was I the last to know that you
Weren't coming to my show you could of
Called me up to say "good luck"
You could of called me back you stupid ****
Why was I the last to know?

First date, we ate sushi and
It went well, I was funny and
You said I was a cutie
That's the last thing I heard from you
I left tickets at the door for you
I had to tell my mom that there was
No more room
You didn't show, that was so uncool
You could of called me back

So I guess this means that we're
Not friends anymore, I heard
It's me you're askin' for, I thought
I'd see you at the show
You said you'd go

[Chorus]g

After the date, I wouldn't go
Home with you
I wouldn't put my heels in the
Air for you
You tried to get me to do things
I just won't do
Last I heard from you
Here is how I guess the story goes
You would of came if I was a ho
**** for parts that's just not how
I roll, move it on down the road

So I guess, we, shouldn't be
Friends anymore, sick of hearin'
That it's me you're asking for
Cause I thought I'd see you at the
Show, you said you'd go!

[Chorus]

You thought you know me
I guess you don't
You thought you had me
I think you didn't
You thought you knew me
But you didn't

[Chorus]

Tonight’s the Night

length: 3:57
producer: Tim Armstrong
lead vocals: P!nk
trumpet: Lee Thornburg
mixer: Dave Pensado
engineer: Dave Carlock and Tim Armstrong
guitar family: Tim Armstrong
bass: Matt Freeman
organ: Dave Carlock
percussion & membranophone: Travis Barker
additional engineer: Atticus Ross
tenor saxophone: Lon Price
trombone: Nick Lane
baritone saxophone: Greg Smith
horn arranger: Lon Price
assistant engineer: John Silas Cranfield, Fredrik Sarhagen, Ethan Willoughby and Tony Cooper
solo guitar: Lars Frederiksen
sampler & percussion & synthesizer: Atticus Ross
solo organ & Hammond organ: David Paich
lyricist: Tim Armstrong, P!nk
composer: Tim Armstrong, P!nk
[Chorus]
Well tonight's the night I'm gonna get right
Gonna hit the scene with my friends
Tonight's the night I'ma feel alright, feel alright again
Tonight's the night I'ma do what I gotta do to get out of here
Tonight's the night I'ma feel alright, feel alright again

Bought myself a quick, cheap ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollwyood cause everything is halloween
Hit the town brass knuckles, make all the good people stare
I hope I don't end up in jail, but then again I don't really care

[Chorus]

Think it's time to have some fun, but what am I gonna wear
And where are we gonna go, and who's gonna do my hair
Got these hot *** boots, but ain't got nothing to do
Somebody better give me some gas money, we're sitting here like fools

[Chorus]

I'm leaving today, I'm going far, far, far away
Got no reason to stay cause I don't wanna play
So can you hang, it's gonna be all night

[Chorus]

Bought myself a quick, cheap ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollywood cause every day is Halloween
Hit the town with brass knuckles, all the good people stare
I hope I don't end up in jail, but then again I don't really care

[Chorus]

Oh My God

length: 3:44
producer: Tim Armstrong
guest lead vocals: Peaches
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: Al Clay
engineer: Tim Armstrong and Dave Carlock
bass: Matt Freeman
membranophone & percussion: Travis Barker
additional engineer: Atticus Ross
assistant engineer: John Silas Cranfield, Tony Cooper and Fredrik Sarhagen
guitar family & sampler: Tim Armstrong
Wurlitzer electric piano & organ: Dave Carlock
composer: Tim Armstrong, Merrill Nisker, P!nk
lyricist: Merrill Nisker, Tim Armstrong, P!nk
Put me on the table
Make me say your name
If I can't remember
Then give me all your pain
I can sit and listen
Or I can make you scream
Kiss it and make it better
Just put your trust in me

[Chorus]
Oh my God, go a little slower
Oh my God, what was that again
La da da, let me feel you baby
Let me in, 'cause I understand
Let me feel you baby
Cause I understand

I understand all
Now climb my sugar walls
Problem solved it's dissolved
with the solvent known as spit
Lickity lick not so quick it's a
Slick ride make my mink slide
Cause were all pink inside

This can be really easy
It doesn't have to be hard
Here baby let me show you
I'll have ya, climbing up the walls
You got all the problems
I think that I can solve
Why don't you come in here baby
Why don't we sit and talk

[Chorus x2]

You like the top and the bottom
You make a drop and then caught 'em
And when you rock then you've got 'em
Oh my God 'em oh my God 'em

Catch Me While I’m Sleeping

length: 5:03
producer: Linda Perry
membranophone: Dorian Crozier
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: John Fields
engineer: Dave Guerrero, Steven Miller and John Fields
additional producer: John Fields
guitar family: Eric Schermerhorn
programming: John Fields
mellotron & guitar: Linda Perry
assistant engineer: Pat Dammer and Jay Goin
keyboard & synthesizer: Matt Mahaffey
keyboard & percussion & sitar & guitar family & bass & vocoder: John Fields
composer: Linda Perry, P!nk, Linda Perry, P!nk
lyricist: Linda Perry, P!nk, Linda Perry, P!nk
How many times have set the rules for me
And how many times have you told me you were leavin'
I'm not trying to listen
Cause it's all the same
And why
Why are you constantly believin'
That I could give you what you need and
Baby, baby please don't put your faith in me
I don't know what to say 'cause it's all in a dream to me anyway

[Chorus]
You can catch me while I'm sleeping
While I'm dreamin' too
Its a lonely lonely lonely place for me baby
It must get lonely for you too

Them people always fallin'
In and out of love and it can be pretty painful too
And baby oh baby I'm just not strong enough
Sad but true so tell me what's the use?

[Chorus]

So catch me while I'm sleeping
When I'm dreaming too
So catch me while I'm sleeping

[Chorus: x2]


(catch me while I'm falling)

(it's a lonely lonely lonely lonely place)

(must be lonely for you too)

Waiting for Love

length: 5:29
producer: Linda Perry
membranophone: Brian MacLeod
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: Dave Pensado
engineer: Dave Guerrero
guitar family: Eric Schermerhorn
bass: Paul III
sitar: Linda Perry
assistant engineer: Ethan Willoughby and Pat Dammer
lyricist: Brian MacLeod, P!nk, Eric Schermerhorn, Paul Ill, Linda Perry, Brian MacLeod, P!nk, Eric Schermerhorn, Paul Ill, Linda Perry
composer: Eric Schermerhorn, P!nk, Paul Ill, Brian MacLeod, Linda Perry, Eric Schermerhorn, P!nk, Paul Ill, Brian MacLeod, Linda Perry
She looks to the sun
Help her to carry on
Breaking down all the years
Wondering how she got here

She drifts through the sky
Counting the reasons why
How my life turns so fast
Remembering all of the past

All the changes and all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Words that she said
She looks to the stars
Breaking time to follow the heart
Her world is falling apart

And the turning of every new page
A book on a shelf that is there to remain
Breaking the walls as she's tearing them down
As she is starting to drown

[Chorus]
She's waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting too long

She prays to the gods
Telling how she needs someone
Help me find where I am today
Life is looking very gray

All the changes and all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Everything that she says

[Chorus]

I'm waiting for a new day to rise
Conversations to make sense to me in my mind
I need someone to lift me right up from my feet
And I want it, and I need it
And I ?

And all the changes I've made
And I remember the words that you never say

[Chorus]

She looks to the sun

Save My Life

length: 3:17
producer: Tim Armstrong
membranophone: Travis Barker
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Dave Carlock and Tim Armstrong
bass: Janis Tanaka
organ: David Paich
percussion & membranophone: Joshua Seth Eagan
additional engineer: Atticus Ross
assistant engineer: Femio Hernandez, Tony Cooper, John Silas Cranfield and Fredrik Sarhagen
sampler & guitar family: Tim Armstrong
composer: Tim Armstrong, P!nk
lyricist: Tim Armstrong, P!nk
She's back on drugs again
Even though she knows it ain't right
She can't even call up her friends
And say "help me save my life"
She's so ashamed of herself that she's
Come full circle
Nobody understands what it's like to
Be this girl
So she disappeared, and she
Wasn't clear, and she
Didn't say where she was going

[Chorus]
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, can you hear me
Save my life, won't you help me

She had the man of her dreams
And some success
And she was so happy, and looking well
It was this one dark night, that she
Slipped
And then the next morning that she
felt like a piece of ****
So she's hanging out, and she's
With the crowd, and she's
Travelin' where the wind is blowing

[Chorus]

And he's a real good guy and he
Wants to save her 'cause he's
More than been there all before
And she's so confused and his heart
Is breaking and he
Dreams she's knocking on his door

[Chorus]

Try Too Hard

length: 3:14
producer: Linda Perry
membranophone: Brian MacLeod
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: John Fields
engineer: John Fields and Dave Guerrero
additional producer: John Fields
guitar family: Steve Stevens and Linda Perry
assistant engineer: Chris Testa and Pat Dammer
bass & guitar family & percussion: John Fields
lyricist: P!nk, Linda Perry, P!nk, Linda Perry
composer: P!nk, Linda Perry, P!nk, Linda Perry
123,
You follow every line, you wear your perfect patch and style
But you're like a satellite and you're driftin' through the sky
You can't make up your mind about this or that, or anything at all
So you go with the flow and hope to God that no one knows it


Everything you are, everything you say
Everything you do is not for you
Everything you feel, everything you know
You found it on your favorite TV show

[Chorus]
And it's people like you that make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look

You're telling everyone how different that you really are
But it's been said before, so maybe you're not special after all
If you put the same amount of effort into letting go
Just act yourself and you might like it, you never know

Cause everything you want, everything you do
You try so hard to be everyone but you
Everywhere you turn, you just gotta learn
It's easier if you don't try so hard

[Chorus: x2]

And it's people like you that me me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look
Is there somewhere I can go to get away
Where there's truth and people mean just what they say

[Bridge]
You try too hard
You just try too hard
You try too hard

[Chorus]

Is there somewhere we can go to get away
Where there's truth and people mean just what they say

[Bridge]
You try too hard
You just try too hard

Humble Neighborhoods

length: 3:52
producer: Tim Armstrong
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: John Fields
engineer: Tim Armstrong and Dave Carlock
additional producer: John Fields
bass: Janis Tanaka
background vocals: Tim Armstrong, Dave Carlock and John Fields
guitar: John Fields
Hammond organ: Vic Ruggiero
membranophone & percussion: Travis Barker
keyboard: Dave Carlock
additional engineer: Atticus Ross and John Fields
programming: John Fields
assistant engineer: Chris Testa, John Silas Cranfield, Fredrik Sarhagen and Tony Cooper
guitar family & sampler: Tim Armstrong
solo piano: Vic Ruggiero
percussion & sampler & synthesizer: Atticus Ross
lyricist: P!nk, Tim Armstrong
composer: P!nk, Tim Armstrong
We don't want to go home
We're bad people and we do bad things [Repeat: x2]

Here we go, don't ya know
We're the ones that keep it wicked
Rock n' Roll, all good, mix it up
That's my ticket
Cruisin' in my Cadillac Escalade trickin'
Sometimes like it easy, sometimes
Like it rugged
Keep control, don't ya know
Hit the floor, run for cover
Flew around the world about fifty times over
From New York to LA to the white cliffs of
Dover, the road can be my enemy
The road can be my lover

(watch how we do this here
yeah, watch how we do this here)

[Chorus]
From the humble neighborhoods
We're takin' over the dance floor
From the humble neighborhoods
We're gettin' out of control

Here we go, don't ya know
We're the ones that make it crazy
This ain't time to get lazy
Meetin' at 11 in the hotel lobby
Same faces, different places
Never knowin' where we going now
Someday I'm gonna die but it
Won't be from boredom
If you've got the skills then I suggest
That you throw down
Meet us at the spot 'cause it's
Gonna be a showdown
Naw, you can't ride the bus
Man you better cool down

[Chorus]

[Verses 1 & 2]

[Chorus: Repeats]

Walk Away

length: 3:40
producer: Tim Armstrong
lead vocals: P!nk
trumpet: Lee Thornburg
mixer: John Fields
engineer: Dave Carlock and Tim Armstrong
electric guitar: John Fields
membranophone & percussion: Brett Reed
percussion & membranophone: Joshua Seth Eagan
additional engineer: Atticus Ross and Steven Miller
programming: John Fields
tenor saxophone: Lon Price
trombone: Nick Lane
baritone saxophone: Greg Smith
tambourine: Dorian Crozier
guitar family & piano: Tim Armstrong
bass & organ: Dave Carlock
horn arranger: Lon Price
assistant engineer: John Silas Cranfield, Fredrik Sarhagen, Tony Cooper and Chris Testa
lyricist: Tim Armstrong, P!nk, Tim Armstrong, P!nk
composer: Tim Armstrong, P!nk, Tim Armstrong, P!nk
I gave you three years of my life
You always said I'd be your wife
What happened to the days when
Life was simple (So Simple)
Everyone knows my name
I haven't changed, I'm the same girl
I was from the start
Everything's rearranged, you came
And changed it and gave me a broken heart
You don't want to work it out, no
You want to take the easy route

[Chorus]
You throw your hands up and you walk away
When times get hard you always walk away
You get mad and say you're leavin'
Why is it so hard for you to talk to me?
When it's so easy for you to walk away

So here I am, driving down the street
Lookin' for a sign, when will I meet
The man of my dreams?
When will he come to me?
When will he come to me?
I'm sick of trying, I'm goin' home back
To PA where I come from
And you can stay here and spend your
Whole life running, But baby I'm
Gonna move on
You don't want to work it out, no
You want to take the easy route

[Chorus]


So there I go, I'm leavin' you alone
What will you do, now all your fears
Came true
You had my heart, you had my soul
You had it all- didn't you
Cause I'm sick of tryin' I'm goin' home
Back to Philly where I come from
And you can stay here and spend your
Whole life running, but baby it's
Time to move on
You didn't want to work it out, no
You just wanted the easy route

[Chorus]

I'm gonna do the same
I'm gonna walk away
I'm gonna walk away
How does it feel baby?
I'm gonna walk away

Unwind

length: 3:14
producer: Tim Armstrong
membranophone: Travis Barker
lead vocals: P!nk
trumpet: Lee Thornburg
mixer: Tim Armstrong
engineer: Dave Carlock and Tim Armstrong
guitar family: Tim Armstrong
bass: Janis Tanaka
organ: Dave Carlock and David Paich
percussion & membranophone: Joshua Seth Eagan
additional engineer: Atticus Ross
tenor saxophone: Lon Price
trombone: Nick Lane
baritone saxophone: Greg Smith
horn arranger: Lon Price
assistant engineer: Fredrik Sarhagen, John Silas Cranfield and Tony Cooper
lyricist: P!nk, Tim Armstrong, P!nk, Tim Armstrong
composer: Tim Armstrong, P!nk, Tim Armstrong, P!nk
I hide my pain like the rest of them
That's why I'm always laughing
I'm troubled, I'm brilliant and miserable too
That's why I am so funny
I swallow down all my fears
With a bottle made of silver
I've only been here for 27 years
But already my life is over

[Chorus]
And I need to unwind, yes, and I
I need to unwind, yes, and I
Want all the time
To be loved, to unwind

My life is like a fairytale
That nobody believes in
I can't remember anything
Not the people, not that places I've been
Just one more day you can make it, babe
That's what I tell myself
And everything that I love in life
It is killing me, 'cause it's bad for my health

[Chorus]

Somebody comfort me
S, southern comfort me
Somebody comfort me
S, southern comfort me

Feel Good Time

length: 3:57
producer: William Orbit
guest lead vocals: William Orbit
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: William Orbit
engineer: Jake Davies, Iain Roberton and Sean Spuehler
programming: Sean Spuehler, Jake Davies and Iain Roberton
assistant engineer: Brian Sumner, Kevin Meeker and Matt Crawford
lyricist: Beck Hansen, Jay Ferguson, William Orbit
composer: Beck Hansen, Jay Ferguson, William Orbit
We go where we like,
We got over time,
We get paid 2 rattle our chains,
We go in the back,
Paint our money black,
Spend it on the enemy,
Sleeping in the church,
Riding in the dirt,
Put a banner over my grave,
Make a body work,
Make a begger hurt,
Sell me something big and untamed,

[Chorus]
Now our time, real good time,
Now our time, a real good time
Now our time, ( said now our time),
A real good time (its a really good time!)
(hey ah be all mine)

We know how 2 pray,
Party everyday,
Make our desillation ok,
Riding in a rut,
Till the powers cut,
We don't even have a good name,
Sleeping in the church,
Riding in the dirt,
Put a banner over my grave,
Make a body work,
Make a begger hurt,
Sell me something big and untamed,

[Chorus]

Now our time, real good time, oohh
Now our time, a real good time
Now our time, ( now it's our time),
A real good time

(hey ah be all mine)

Baby, I can fly, yea
(sell me sumthin big and untamed)

Now are time, real good time,
Now our time (i said now our time),
Real good time (its a really good time)
Now are time, real good time

Feel good,
Real good, its the same old same
Real good,
Feel good, don't got no more brains
Feel good,
Real good, its the same old same, yea
Feel good,
Real good, I don't got no more brain!

(hey ah be all mine!)

Love Song

length: 2:30
producer: Damon Elliott
membranophone: Brian Keeling
lead vocals: P!nk
mixer: Dave Pensado
engineer: Padraic Kerin and Eric White
violin: Charlie Bisharat
guitar: Grecco Buratto
programming: Damon Elliott
percussion & keyboard: Damon Elliott
assistant engineer: Ethan Willoughby
lyricist: P!nk, Damon Elliott, P!nk, Damon Elliott
composer: P!nk, Damon Elliott, P!nk, Damon Elliott
I've never written a love song
That didn't end in tears
Maybe you'll rewrite my love song
If You can replace my fears
I need your patience and guidance,
And all your loving and more

When thunder rolls through my life, will you be able to weather the storm
There's so much I would give ya baby, if I'd only let myself
There's this wall of emotions I feel I must protect
What's the point of this armor, if it keeps the love away too
I'd rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars

Baby can I trust this or do all things end
I need to hear that you'd die for me again and again and again
So tell me when you look in my eyes can you share all the pain and the happy times
Cause I will love you for the rest of my life

This is my very first love song, it didn't end in tears
I think I rewrote my love song for the rest of my years
I will love you for the rest of my life

Hooker

length: 3:05
producer: Tim Armstrong
lead vocals: P!nk
lyricist: P!nk, Tim Armstrong
composer: P!nk, Tim Armstrong
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your f___in' soul

Back up! They want you, I swear
You got no worries, you got no cares
All you got is m_________ers who will jock you
Yeah, you got money in your pocket
And you shoot up the ground like a rocket
You move so fast, lord you can't stop it
There you are in the club swingin'
And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin'
All the things people have you believin'
I feel sorry for your a__ is out of season
Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin'
I coulda helped you, but you had to act out
You don't have a f___in' clue what I'm about

And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your f___in' soul

I saw it comin' through the line like a full back
You're a crack slack, a f___in' rap back (yeah)
Don't react, you're not fact
Don't give a f___, yes, like that
What you gonna do now that you ain't got nothin'
Look around honey, you been frontin'
Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making records!)
My salutations, no hesitations
No reservation, just cancellation
And if I blow it then I blow it
Cause I'm a poet and I know it

And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your f___in' soul

You wanna try me
Don't you know...