Digital Booklet - Soul Punk

< EXPLODE > Clap if you’ve got a ticket to the end of the world \\ It was his last day on the force \\ He was goinG through divorce \\ He was a living breathing action screenplay cLi-che \\ They said that thEy found it in the basemeNt \\ Enough to just blow this roof to the pavemeNt \\ And he was the man for the job a one-man bomb squad \\ A middle aged mess thinking: \\ I feel like I’m gonna expLode \\ Any moment \\ I’m ready to blow \\ I can’t stand it I get so worried \\ I get so low \\ But if I’m never your hero I can never let you down \\ And the sIrEnS go “Oh-ah-oh-ah” \\ Their last hopes, on him they’d hung \\ And they weighed him like a ton \\ But perhaps for him he’d none much left to lose \\ Tony don’t sweat it \\ Keep your hands steady \\ You were born on a dare but you were born ready \\ Cut the red wire \\ Or was that the green wire? \\ You’re on fire like... \\ And if this is it I want to go out with a bang \\ But I don’t claim to know anything

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< THIS CITY > This city \\ Is my city \\ And I love it \\ I love it \\ I was born and raised here \\ I’ve got it made here \\ And if I have my way I’m gonna stay here \\ From every Corner \\ To every block \\ Whether it’s wArm or storming \\ Or downright stuPid hot \\ From the prob-lems \\ All the way tO the solutioNs \\ ForgEt all the drugs and gangs \\ Corruption and pollution \\ This city \\ Is my city \\ And I love it \\ I love It \\ I was born and raised here \\ I’ve got it made here \\ And if I have my way I’m gonna stay here \\ For life \\ For life \\ From every high rise \\ Down to every slum \\ From every unethical politician \\ To the wise, old, beat up bum \\ My city and I our hearts beat beat beat together \\ When I’m home we both breathe breathe breathe together \\ This place is my home \\ Wherever I go I take it with me \\ You can take my picture \\ You can take my name \\ But you’re never gonna take my city away from me \\ You could burn it to the ground \\ Or let it flood but it’s in my blood \\ This city Is my city \\ And I loVe It \\ I loVe it \\ I was born and raisEd here \\ I’ve got it made here \\ And if I have my way I’m gonna stay here \\ For life

< DANCE MISERABLE > The right side’S in the wrong \\ And what’s lefT’s just hOlding on \\ And the public has been Privatized \\ But I believe in something here on earth \\ When did the pUnks stop being mad? \\ They penned love songS while we got had \\ The hippIes sold out traded pot for coke \\ Moved to the ‘burbs/fouNd God in a vote \\ But I believe in some-thinG here on earth \\ Just dance like you’re disappointed in the world \\ Just dance miser-able \\ Sorry Hank, there’s roOm in here \\ Had squares in the oval for about 8 years \\ It’s as bad as I remember and it’s only gettIng worse \\ It only gets better when it hurts \\ But I beLieve in something here on earth \\ Just dance like you’re disappointed in the world \\ Just dance miserable \\ Unemployed? \\ Dance \\ Forclosed? \\ Dance \\ Uninsured? \\ Dance \\ Climate change? \\ Oppressed? \\ Depressed? \\ The decline of Western civilization?

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< SPOTLIGHT <NEW REGRETS> > Every word’s a new regret if you say it right \\ Every wound can be forgotten in the right light \\ Oh nostalgia, I don’t need you anymore \\ Cause the salad days are over \\ And the meat is at my door \\ They might \\ Try to tell you how you can live your life \\ But don’t forget it’s your right \\ To do whatever you like \\ You can be your own spotlight \\ You can be the star \\ You can shine so bright \\ You can be your own \\ They’re going to tEll you all the rules to break \\ To take away that light from somebody \\ But you can be your own spotli ght \\ Depression is a little bit like happy hour right? \\ It’s always got to be happening somewhere on any given night \\ Oh nostalgia, I don’t need you anymore \\ I just hope my perfect stranger that my kids look more like yours \\ I had a little bit of bad luck \\ Shine a light on me \\ Under this crumbling world stuck \\ Shine a light on me \\ A little sweetness keeps just out of reach \\ Shine a light on me \\ Compassion is something that they just don’t teach

< THE “I” IN LIE > It was electric from the moment they crossed paths \\ Actively at-tracted but attempted to walk past \\ Temptation makes impatient impulses pump through married men \\ So just stop breathe, count to three \\ Is she worth it? \\ Whatever this is it doesn’t feel right \\ Baby, think about your kids \\ You’re not putting up a fight \\ We could make love tonight \\ But you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning light \\ So just stop, breathe, count to three \\ Get your head right like: \\ I put the I in lie \\ Cause I’m a cheat \\ And baby bang bang, kiss kiss \\ You and I got to put an end to this \\ We cheat \\ I’m a cheat \\ If you’re unfaithful put your hands in the air \\ Like you’re under arrest, with a guilty conscience \\ Stick em up if you’ve got a guilty conscience \\ She married young \\ It was a mistake \\ She had a son \\ Reluctant father; he upped and walked away \\ She meets a man who craves her company likes she’s craving his \\ But honey if he seems too good to be true \\ Guess what? He probably is \\ Whatever this is it doesn’t feel right \\ So just stop, breathe, count to three \\ Get your head right \\ And it’s just lust \\ Nothing to write home about \\ It’s just trust \\ Nothing to messed around with \\ It might’ve felt good for a minute \\ But admit it to yourself it ain’t right \\ When you’re sleeping with your lover \\ But you’re living with your wife \\ Did you sell yourself out? \\ They lay together in the silent aftermath \\ Butterflies subsiding but they can never look back

< RUN DRY <X HEART X fiNGERS> > One more shot, then I’m quitting forever \\ Cross my heart Cross my fingers \\ Woke up this morning \\ The room was spinning \\ And I don’t re-member what I did last night \\ Beg the ceiling for forgiveness \\ And I don’t want to remem-ber what I did last night \\ When I was drunk I might have said some things I didn’t mean \\ It’s nothing wrong with you, it’s something wrong with me \\ I’m running dry from now on \\ How come no one believes me? \\ Believe me \\ Step one: Drink \\ Step two: Make mistakes \\ Step three: Pretend you don’t remember \\ Step four: Drink a little more \\ Step five: I need to run dry \\ I NEED to run dry \\ My liver’s killing me \\ But willingly, I’m going to tell whoever asks that I feel all right \\ I Beg the ceiling for forgiveness \\ And I don’t want to remember what I did last night \\ When I was drunk I might have said some things I didn’t mean \\ It’s nothing wrong with you, it’s something wrong with me \\ I get drunk a little too much \\ For it to be healthy \\ No one wants to tell me... \\ Whisky \\ I’m trying to cut back \\ Wine \\ I’m trying to cut back \\ They say everything in moderation \\ But I’ll drink you under the table \\ I’m not just drunk \\ I really think I’m in love with you \\ (Okay, I really am just drunk)

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< CRYPTOZOOLOGY > The study of animal life that has not been proven to exisT

< GREED > Consumption is consuming me \\ The laissez hasn’t been fair to me \\ A party for the sea is like a funeral for the beach \\ And there’s a crooked line I don’t want to take the time to straighten \\ Cause when you do you realize it’s the whole damn world that’s bent \\ Here’s the mission: \\ To go omniscient \\ To run with scissors and skip the incision \\ The truth, it’s got vision but it’s got no heart \\ Keep shrugging on Atlas, while the market goes dark \\ Everything goes in waves \\ Grasshoppers are gonna party \\ While the ants are going to save \\ Some teams only want to play \\ If they get to rig the game \\ Shame \\ Greed \\ One of the seven deadly sins \\ Many will enter \\ Few will win \\ Always try to notify the next of kin \\ Cause many will enter \\ Few will win \\ The good news is everybody gets to have an outlet \\ The bad news is EVERYBODY gets to have an outlet \\ I’ve been poor and I’ve been rich \\ The fiRst one stung but the second one itched \\ And cash is just a rash without the pleasure of the scratch \\ You know? Until you’ve had yourself a hurricane \\ You’re going to fret every raindrop \\ All my Gordon Gekkos and Bernie Madoffs \\ I want to see you \\ Pop your white collars up \\ Offshore accounts, tax havens, swimming pools! Movie stars! \\ Pop your white collars up \\ Everybody, I want to see you \\ Pop your white collars up \\ You know, very rarely is good art born in the boardroom \\ You remember that

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< EVERYBODY WANTS SOMEBODY > I, tonight? I feel like being alone if you don’t mind \\ If you don’t mind, would you please be so kind to close the door behind you? \\ It’s been a long long time since I’ve had this line of doubt out loud \\ So I, tonight? I feel like...I feel like... \\ Everybody wants somebody who doesn’t want them \\ Who wants somebody else \\ You want somebody? You want someone? \\ Somebody else \\ Don’t get hurt \\ Don’t you get hurt \\ A young man is a pulled pin looking for a grenade \\ A young woman will drive you places you never meant to go \\ But epiphany is such a cliche \\ There’s plenty of fish in the wrong sea \\ Like there’s a premium on mystery again \\ Hold me, distract me, dress me up in bubbles \\ Save me from the troubles of my own skin

< ALLIE > Where ever you find it \\ It’s none of my business \\ Now where ever you go \\ It’s not my concern \\ But for a second your attention just belonged to me \\ And it passed so fast it just fractured all my cool \\ I’m not broken hearted \\ I’m just kind of pissed off \\ Cause Allie \\ I was so good back then \\ But I wonder if I’d be so good if I saw you again \\ Listen miss: You got me \\ You should’ve taught me such naughty things \\ You sang to me \\ In a whisper, a cappella \\ Cross legged on Andrew’s bed \\ And I, drunk beyond my F ifteen years \\ Wished to be anywhere else instead \\ I was too terrifIed of you \\ And all I was too scared to dare to do \\ So I slid, unsuave off the mattress \\ And crumpled to the floor \\ And the sad fact is \\ You said you were protected \\ I thought you meant you had a gun

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< COAST <IT’S GONNA GET BEttER> > It’s gonna get better \\ It’s gonna work out \\ Give it a minute, it’s gonna turn around \\ So just coast with me \\ Maybe I’m too oLd to be so hopeful \\ Maybe I’m too younG to be so BitTer \\ But I swallowed adolescence by the chokeful \\ And came away looking like a quitteR \\ I keep making mIstakes \\ But it takes some time to get anything riGht \\ RigHT? \\ It’S funny how trivia nearly broke me \\ But tragedy seemed to put me back together \\ Life’s already been hard enough \\ Without you giving up on your-self \\ WheN yOu’re doWn at the bottom you know it only gets betteR \\ IT’S GONNA GET BEttER

< BaD SIDE OF 25 > You wake to grab your shovel \\ See your breath it’s made of tar \\ It’s a subzero archaeological dig to find that artifact of a car \\ It’s 1992 Corolla with a busted left tail light \\ But you’re always reminded the oil one works right \\ And all the good old boys are playing bad new songs \\ On the country station while the city moves on \\ All the hot young things they don’t age like wine \\ I’m on the bad side of 25 \\ I’m on the bad side of 25 \\ So you swivel out the driveway \\ Of this tundra you call home \\ And bumper car your way on back to work \\ It’s a place you hate to know so well \\ And yet feel so unknown \\ So you hula the snow off your parka all alone \\ What I’ve seen might air supply your hard rock spine \\ I’ve lived long enough to see some good friends die \\ It’s a dangerous time to be a friend of mine \\ I’m on the bad side of 25 \\ I’m on the bad side of 25 \\ Some people fade like evening \\ Some just never go away \\ But there’s simply no place safer than the bank the day after a robbery \\ So you wake to grab the paper \\ Sip your coffee too much grind \\ You don’t so much mind the aging \\ You just mind the getting wise \\ Mix two parts jack with two bloodshot eyes \\ And you still feel cheated when your buzz subsides \\ Put your poor old parents through sleepless nights \\ Still on the good side... \\ How old will I be when I try to freeze time \\ And my age degrades into a well worn lie \\ She looks 18 between you and I? \\ I’m on the bad side of 25 \\ My line til I slide by 35 \\ Make that the bad side of 45 \\ If you remember the Berlin wall sing it \\ If you remember before Chernobyl SING IT \\ If you remember before Mike Tyson Was the champ sing it \\ If you remember the Super Bowl shuffle don’t sing it

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< PEOPLE NEVER DONE A GOOD THING > They lie \\ They steal \\ They blog \\ They feel \\ En-titled to too much \\ They want \\ They drill \\ They drive \\ They kill the wildlife and such \\ They laugh at pain \\ They cheat \\ They’re vain \\ Above all other things \\ They’re doctors \\ Lawyers wives and warriors \\ Misfits pawns and kings \\ A person is all right \\ A person is all right \\ A person is all right; \\ But people never done a good thing \\ They grudge \\ They sue \\ They guilt \\ They do as little as they can \\ They drink \\ They gloat \\ They’d sink the boat \\ They’re in before they think to plan \\ They’re addicted to convenience \\ “In case of stairway, use elevator.” \\ Someone take our toys away \\ Cause we’ve been bad and we’ve been shameful \\ You’re only free when you’re asleep \\ We choose to be misled \\ We’re in-structions that want to be misread \\ “Politician” is a fancy word for crook \\ Most journal-ists cook the books and fail up \\ And most of us do as little as we can

< WHEN I MAde You Cry > Need’s got headlights and I’m in the middle of the road \\ And it’s hard to have a swagger when you’re carrying the load \\ But two shoulders they bode well \\ And two arrows are well bowed \\ But I’m sorry if I ever made you cry \\ Certainty’s a sprinter and I’m just now catching up \\ Now my legs creak and I’m thirsty. Still, you always fill my cup \\ Well I thought you were a mountain until I saw you erupt \\ And I’m sorry if I ever made you cry \\ When I made you cry; that’s when I knew \\ A mist of red amidst the treads along the dotted yellow line \\ And the corpse of non-commitment now for scaven-gers to dine \\ And the bulb above your head is like a bachelor’s exit sign \\ That’s why I’m sorry if I ever made you cry \\ Though a crystal tells the future it’s a diamond makes it so \\ Sea is rough but you can’t mute her so just let your lumber go \\ And I’ve labored oe’r this paper as a way to let you know \\ That I’m sorry if I ever made you cry

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< MAD aT NOthing > When you’re feeling petty \\ And overwrought \\ I’ll be there to be your target \\ You can throw what you got \\ I will take it with a smile \\ You can dole it without shame \\ But I will never be your problem \\ I will never be to blame \\ You are mad at nothing \\ You’re just wasting time \\ I’m not bluffing: \\ You should’ve been a friend of mine \\ When you’re feeling guilty \\ And out of steam \\ When you’re looking for forgive-ness \\ You can take it out on me \\ If your hand is overflowing \\ With stones you wish to throw \\ And your eyes drip with excuse, and someone lit your fuse, \\ This is something you should know \\ Right now you’re just sour \\ But that can sweeten with time

All music and lyrics by Patrick Vaughn Stump C 2011 Patrick Stump <BMI>/Sony/ATV Songs LLC/Nervous Breakdance Music <BMI>

Produced by Patrick Vaughn Stump

Co-Produced by Manny Sanchez and Bill LeflerExcept “This City” and “When I Made You Cry”

Engineered by Manny Sanchez at Deathstar Studios and Joe McGrath at East West StudiosExcept “Dance Miserable” and “Greed” by Manny Sanchez at IV Lab and Deathstar Studios and Joe McGrath at East West Studios; “This City” by Joe McGrath at East West Studios and Manny Sanchez at IV Lab; and “When I Made You Cry” by Patrick Vaughn Stump at Nervous Breakdance

Mixed by Manny Sanchez ////// Except “Spotlight (New Regrets),” “The “I” In Lie” and “This City” mixed by Phil Tan at The Ninja Beat Club, Atlanta, GA ////// Mix assisted by Damien Lewis ////// Drum Tech: Mike Fasano

All instruments performed, every word sung, every string plucked and every key struck by Patrick Vaughn Stump

Mastered by Brian Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering, Hollywood, CA

Patrick Stump uses Gretsch Guitars, Ultimate Ears, Shure, Dean Markley, Dunlop and Tour Supply

< This City <feat. Lupe fiasco> >Written by Patrick Vaughn Stump ////// Additional lyrics written by Wasalu JacoPatrick Stump <BMI>/Sony/ATV Songs LLC/Nervous Breakdance Music <BMI>/Heavy As Heaven Music Publishing <BMI>Produced by Patrick Vaughn Stump ////// Engineered by Joe McGrath at East West and Manny Sanchez at IV LabLupe fiasco’s vocals recorded by Joe Peluso at Westlake Studios ////// Mixed by Phil Tan at The Ninja Beat Club, Atlanta, GA ////// Mix assisted by Damien Lewis ////// Drum Tech: Mike FasanoLupe fiasco appears courtesy of 1st & 15th Productions, Inc./Atlantic Records

Management: Crush ManagementA&R: Evan Lipschutz ////// Marketing: Sharon TimureA&R Coordination: Leesa D. BrunsonArt Direction + Design: Todd RussellCover ARTWORK by Aakash Nihalani <www.aakashnihalani.com>Stylist: Jenni Lee ////// Art & Photography Coordination: Kristen YiengstPackage Production: Doug JoswickLegal Counsel: Michael L. McKoy for Serling Rooks Ferrara McKoy & WorobBusiness Affairs: Nicole Wyskoarko, Antoinette Trotman, Ian Allen, Vol S. Davis III

C 2011 The Island Def Jam Music Group All rights reserved.

Thank you!

E x p l o d e This City

Dance Miserable Spotlight <New Regrets>

T h e “ I ” I n L i e Run Dry <X Heart X fingers>

G r e e d Everybody Wants Somebody

A l l i e Coast <It’s Gonna Get Better>

This City <feat. Lupe fiasco>B a d S i d e o f 2 5

People Never Done A Good Thing When I Made You Cry

Mad At NothingProduced by Patrick Vaughn Stump

Co-Produced by Manny Sanchez and Bill LeflerPC2011 The Island Def Jam Music Group, 825 Eighth Avenue, New York, New York 10019. Distributed by Universal Music Distribution. All rights reserved.FBI Anti-Piracy Warning: Unauthorized copying is punishable under federal law.

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