I don't think I have that one. Is this an acceptable substitute? One of my favorites.
Skrewdriver - Boots and Braces
Trying to figure out just what to do Wonder what the future holds for you Being in a cult is part of growing up today Drifting 'round the streets you're living your life your own way, in your...
(chorus) Boots and braces, shaven-headed hoards Boots and braces, fighting 'cos you're bored Boots and braces, you'll always get the blame Boots and braces, we'll come in just the same
Wearing your Ben Sherman in the sun Trying to figure out just who to run Levi jeans, Doc Marten boots, and just hear the skinhead roar - Skinhead! No one stands against us, 'cause we've beat 'em all before
(chorus)
instrumental break
(chorus)
Try and get you banned from everywhere 'Cos you wear your boots and you cut your hair They would rather see you in a dirty old Afghan If you were a Left-wing hippie, you won't face no ban
when we were at school, i thought he had it sussed fighting the law with the rest of us smoking, drinking, acting cool 'til they started treating him like a fool
then he stayed on his own for most of the time dreaming dreams of a life of crime in and out of trouble, he cheated and lied but who'd have thought he'd join the other side
(chorus) he's in the riot squad, the wanna fight squad the shoot on sight squad, for law and right
down to hendon with the boys in blue it's amazing what a few weeks can do out in the car, out on the street south of the river on the frontline beat
cracking heads, it was all a game a finger was pointed, and he got the blame now he's back where he started, he ain't got a pound queing with the sorts he used to kick around
My life's on time, But again my sense is late. Feel a might unsteady, But still I have to play. Six to one's the odds, And, we have the highest stakes. And, once again I gamble with my very life today.
Highly polished metal, The oil makes it gleam. Fill the terror chamber, Your mind begins to scream. Your life is like a trigger, Never trouble till you're squeezed. Now you crack a smile, As you give the gun a tease.
Place the piston down, Now give the gun a spin. Soon as the spinning stops, Oh no, the game starts in. A hateful way of vengeance, A bit of playful sin. Load another bullet, Now the second round begins.
A couple grains of powder, A couple grams of lead. A touch against the trigger, A touch inside the head. Take another drink, and Raise the last bets. Think about my last words, They might be what I just said. A click comes from the hammer, That couldn't drive a nail. Sense the numbing cold blue, Or the red of Hades' grill. A fraction of a second, Do you lose, or maybe still, Pass it to the left, And collect your mighty kill.
Add another bullet, The third round begins. Soon as the spinning stops, Oh no, the game starts in. Please, no I.O.U.'s, No markers for death. Does anybody play? Anybody, Somebody, anybody play.
You, you, next victim, you next to die. You, you, next victim, you next [s: your turn] to die. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
As a child I was given the gift to entertain you. But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you. I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap The vein. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons All these Christians come alive and try to sell you My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old. You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation. My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old. Embrace some religion. To get close to some Undivine ejaculation point. Simply to thy ghost I cling. Simply to thy ghost I reject. Simply to thy ghost I give spit. Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relati- onships With those Christians. You know they'll sell you my soul For a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.
I've never heard the original version of this song, only this remix. So I'm not endorsing the original, just this one.
Gabrielle - Rise (Artful Dodger Garage Remix)
I know that it's over But I can't believe we're through They said that time's a healer And I'm better without you It's gonna take time I know But I'll get over you
Chorus: Look at my life Look at my heart I have seen them fall apart Now I'm ready to rise again Look at my hopes Look at my dreams I'm building bridges from these scenes Now I'm ready to rise again
Caught up in my thinking, yeah Like a prisoner in my mind You pose so many questions But the truth was hard to find I better think twice I know That I'll get over you
(Chorus)
Much time has passed between us Do you still think of me at all? My world of broken promises Now you won't catch me when I fall
Tremble you weaklings,cower in fear I am your ruler,land,sea and air Immense in my girth,erect I stand tall I am a nuclear murderer I am Polaris Ready to pounce at the touch of a button My system locked in on military gluttons I rule on land,air and sea Pass judgement on humanity Winds blow from the bowels of hell Will we give warning,only time will tell Satan rears his ugly head,to spit into the wind I spread disease like a dog Discharge my payload a mile high Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils Launch the Polaris,the end doesn't scare us When will this cease The warheads will all rust in peace Bomb shelters filled to the brim Survival such a silly whim World leaders sell missiles cheap Your stomach turns,your flesh creeps
High priest of holocaust,fire from the sea Nuclear winter spreading disease The day of final conflict All pay the price The third world war Rapes peace,takes life Back to the start,talk of the part When the earth was cold as ice Total dismay as the sun passed away And the days where black as night
I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run The finish line for me People clutter in the gutter Take a look and see
/Chorus/ No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o' my teeth
My blood flows through the streets Deluge from the wounds Empty jars of sleeping pills On the dresser of my room My wet brain neighbor cranes His neck to see in time, The white lights a train Bearing down on me
/Chorus/
I won't feel the hurt I'm not trash any longer That that doesn't kill me Only makes me stronger I need a ride to the morgue That's what 911 is for So, tag my toe and don't forget Ooh to close the drawer
I have completed my aquisition of all the Trance Europe Express CDs. Five volumes, 2 CDs per volume, each with a 192 page color booklet (except vol's 1 and 5 for some reason). The songs are very good to listen to when sleeping.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That is the most disgusing and vile thing I have ever read. My god, the person who wrote that story should be locked up forever and forced to read serenarae's webpage 24/7.
Welcome to our fortress tall Take some time to show you around Impossible to break these walls For you see the steel is much too strong Computer banks to rule the world Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen to much Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory Suspended state of cryogenics Selective amnesia's the story Believed foretold but who'd suspect The military Intelligence Two words combined that can't make sense
Possibly I've seen to much Hangar 18 I know too much
Sitting up late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape Up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say Dave your mental any way hey Drift into a deeper state I stalk the cobwebbed stairways Dirt grits beneath my feet The stair creaks,I precariously sneak
Hypnosis guides my hand I slipslide through the walkways Sit in granny's rockin' chair Memories are whirling by yeah Reminisce in the attic Lucretia waits impatiently Cobwebs make me squint The cobra so eloquently glints Moonbeams surge through the sky The crystal ball's energized Surely that like the cat waiting Lucretia rocks away
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes. A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies. A little man with a big eraser, changing history Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue. Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was. Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws. Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules. Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway? Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way? Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come. I believe my kingdom will come.
Chorus: F is for fighting, R is for red, Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed. E, we elect them, E, we eject them, In the land of the free, and the home of the brave. D, for your dying, O, your overture, M, they will cover your grave with manure. This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me, As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
F is for fighting, R is for red, Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed. E, we elect them, E, we eject them, In the land of the free and the home of the brave. D, for your dying, O, your overture, M is for money and you know what that cures. This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me, As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
[repeat chorus]
Put your hand right up my shirt, Pull the strings that make me work, Jaws will part, words fall out, like a fish with hook in mouth.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was. Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws. Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules. Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
Kneel down ye sinners, to Streetwise religion Greed's been crowned the new King Hollywood dream teens Yesterday's trash queens Save the blessings for the final ring--AMEN
Wild side
I carry my crucifix Under my deathlist Forward my mail to me in hell Liars and the martyrs Lost faith in The Father Long lost in the wishing well
Wild side
Fallen Angels So fast to kill Thy kingdom come on the wild side Our father Who ain't in heaven Be thy name on the wild side
Holy Mary Mother may I Pray for us on the wild side Wild side, Wild side
Name dropping no names Glamorize cocaine Puppets with strings of gold East L.A. at midnight Papa won't be home tonight Found dead with his best friend's wife
Wild side
Fatal strikes We lie on the wild side No escape Murder rape Doing time on the wild side A baby cries A cop dies A day's pay on the wild side Wild side, wild side Tragic life on the wild side Wild side, wild side Kickin' ass on the wild side
I run into that also. Some days I'm able to post lyrics with 15 chars per line and other days I'm met with the same situation you just encountered. I once tried to post the script to a Monty Python skit (The Visitors) and finally gave up after an hour of fucking around to get past the lameness filter. I couldn't understand what the hell it was complaining about. The lines were clearly longer than 40 chars in some spots. They averaged probably 25 chars per line. Better luck next time, I guess.
Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
(Chorus) Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel
Skip the air-strip for the sunset Ride the arrow for the target---One Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Chorus
Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true a tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis, how he met his fate you I can save, but for him it's too late
Spicy was big, burly and strong his pipes were gigantic, and so was his schlong from city to city running around looking for chicks over four hundred pounds
One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house, just the right size the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself, "this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more grabbed his cojones and went for the door
They got to her house and dimmed all the lights Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said that he loved her, he'd always be true "But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!!"
By now he saw double through his drunken eyes neither had looks or appropriate size he came to his sense, thought to himself, "At this time of night I won't find nothing else" he took off his shirt, she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove, he gave her a shove, had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.
Three packs a day, he'll smoke 'til he dies Spicy McHaggis, one hell of a guy!
Hello, The T rules. Where else can you hear "Next stahp, Havaahd Squaah", "Ruggles coming up, make sure your wallets ahh still with you", and "Dooahs open on eithah side!" You, sir, clearly are not a true Bostonian.
Wonderful song to listen to when angry and you need to punch a wall.
Pantera - Walk
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence One step from lashing out at you... You want in to get under my skin And call yourself a friend I've got more friends like you What do I do?
(Pre) Is there no standard anymore? What it takes, who I am, where I've been Belong You can't be something you're not Be yourself, by yourself Stay away from me A lesson learned in life Known from the dawn of time
(Chorus) Respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around It's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing you song? Those same friends tell me your every word
Slashdot Mirror
I can't think of any lyrics to paste right now. Sorry.
I don't think I have that one. Is this an acceptable substitute? One of my favorites.
Skrewdriver - Boots and Braces
Trying to figure out just what to do
Wonder what the future holds for you
Being in a cult is part of growing up today
Drifting 'round the streets you're living your life your own way, in your...
(chorus)
Boots and braces, shaven-headed hoards
Boots and braces, fighting 'cos you're bored
Boots and braces, you'll always get the blame
Boots and braces, we'll come in just the same
Wearing your Ben Sherman in the sun
Trying to figure out just who to run
Levi jeans, Doc Marten boots, and just hear the skinhead roar - Skinhead!
No one stands against us, 'cause we've beat 'em all before
(chorus)
instrumental break
(chorus)
Try and get you banned from everywhere
'Cos you wear your boots and you cut your hair
They would rather see you in a dirty old Afghan
If you were a Left-wing hippie, you won't face no ban
(chorus)
A liberal shitrag going out of business. Please excuse me while I cry into my handkerchief.
Cock Sparrer - Riot Squad
when we were at school, i thought he had it sussed
fighting the law with the rest of us
smoking, drinking, acting cool
'til they started treating him like a fool
then he stayed on his own for most of the time
dreaming dreams of a life of crime
in and out of trouble, he cheated and lied
but who'd have thought he'd join the other side
(chorus)
he's in the riot squad,
the wanna fight squad
the shoot on sight squad,
for law and right
down to hendon with the boys in blue
it's amazing what a few weeks can do
out in the car, out on the street
south of the river on the frontline beat
cracking heads, it was all a game
a finger was pointed, and he got the blame
now he's back where he started, he ain't got a pound
queing with the sorts he used to kick around
(chorus)
Megadeth - My Last Words
My life's on time,
But again my sense is late.
Feel a might unsteady,
But still I have to play.
Six to one's the odds,
And, we have the highest stakes.
And, once again I gamble with my very life today.
Highly polished metal,
The oil makes it gleam.
Fill the terror chamber,
Your mind begins to scream.
Your life is like a trigger,
Never trouble till you're squeezed.
Now you crack a smile,
As you give the gun a tease.
Place the piston down,
Now give the gun a spin.
Soon as the spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
A hateful way of vengeance,
A bit of playful sin.
Load another bullet,
Now the second round begins.
A couple grains of powder,
A couple grams of lead.
A touch against the trigger,
A touch inside the head.
Take another drink, and
Raise the last bets.
Think about my last words,
They might be what I just said.
A click comes from the hammer,
That couldn't drive a nail.
Sense the numbing cold blue,
Or the red of Hades' grill.
A fraction of a second,
Do you lose, or maybe still,
Pass it to the left,
And collect your mighty kill.
Add another bullet,
The third round begins.
Soon as the spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
Please, no I.O.U.'s,
No markers for death.
Does anybody play? Anybody,
Somebody, anybody play.
You, you, next victim, you next to die.
You, you, next victim, you next [s: your turn] to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
Pantera - Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
As a child I was given the gift to entertain you.
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap
The vein.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.
You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the
Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation.
My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
Undivine ejaculation point.
Simply to thy ghost I cling.
Simply to thy ghost I reject.
Simply to thy ghost I give spit.
Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll
Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relati-
onships
With those Christians. You know they'll sell you my soul
For a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.
I've never heard the original version of this song, only this remix. So I'm not endorsing the original, just this one.
Gabrielle - Rise (Artful Dodger Garage Remix)
I know that it's over
But I can't believe we're through
They said that time's a healer
And I'm better without you
It's gonna take time I know
But I'll get over you
Chorus:
Look at my life
Look at my heart
I have seen them fall apart
Now I'm ready to rise again
Look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
I'm building bridges from these scenes
Now I'm ready to rise again
Caught up in my thinking, yeah
Like a prisoner in my mind
You pose so many questions
But the truth was hard to find
I better think twice I know
That I'll get over you
(Chorus)
Much time has passed between us
Do you still think of me at all?
My world of broken promises
Now you won't catch me when I fall
(Chorus)
Megadeth - Rust In Peace... Polaris
Tremble you weaklings,cower in fear
I am your ruler,land,sea and air
Immense in my girth,erect I stand tall
I am a nuclear murderer I am Polaris
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My system locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land,air and sea
Pass judgement on humanity
Winds blow from the bowels of hell
Will we give warning,only time will tell
Satan rears his ugly head,to spit into the wind
I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils
Launch the Polaris,the end doesn't scare us
When will this cease
The warheads will all rust in peace
Bomb shelters filled to the brim
Survival such a silly whim
World leaders sell missiles cheap
Your stomach turns,your flesh creeps
High priest of holocaust,fire from the sea
Nuclear winter spreading disease
The day of final conflict
All pay the price
The third world war
Rapes peace,takes life
Back to the start,talk of the part
When the earth was cold as ice
Total dismay as the sun passed away
And the days where black as night
Eradication of earth's
Population loves Polaris
slashnet was abandoned a while back. try t.c #trolls
Megadeth - Skin o' My Teeth
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
Wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
/Chorus/
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills
On the dresser of my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see in time,
The white lights a train
Bearing down on me
/Chorus/
I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me
Only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget
Ooh to close the drawer
/Chorus/
I have completed my aquisition of all the Trance Europe Express CDs. Five volumes, 2 CDs per volume, each with a 192 page color booklet (except vol's 1 and 5 for some reason). The songs are very good to listen to when sleeping.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That is the most disgusing and vile thing I have ever read. My god, the person who wrote that story should be locked up forever and forced to read serenarae's webpage 24/7.
Megadeth - Hangar 18
Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much too strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed foretold but who'd suspect
The military Intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense
Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Hey, that's a good one. Thanks for the contribution.
Megadeth - Lucretia
Sitting up late at night
I tiptoe through the darkness
Cold as hell black as spades
Aware of my immediate surrounding
In my place I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone
My friends all say
Dave your mental any way hey
Drift into a deeper state
I stalk the cobwebbed stairways
Dirt grits beneath my feet
The stair creaks,I precariously sneak
Hypnosis guides my hand
I slipslide through the walkways
Sit in granny's rockin' chair
Memories are whirling by yeah
Reminisce in the attic
Lucretia waits impatiently
Cobwebs make me squint
The cobra so eloquently glints
Moonbeams surge through the sky
The crystal ball's energized
Surely that like the cat waiting
Lucretia rocks away
Gin Blossoms - Hey Jealousy
Tell me do you think it'd be alright
If I could Just crash here tonight
AS you see I'm in no shape for drivin'
And any way I 've got no place to go
And you know it might not be that bad
You were the best I ever had
I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might no be alone
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take it's place
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey Jealousy
Hey Jealousy
You can trust me not to drink
And not to sleep around
And if you don't expect too much form me
YOu might not be let down
Cos all I really want's to be with you
And feel like I matter too
If I didn't blow the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
Andlet the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take it's place
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take it's place
Hey Jealousy
Hey Jealousy...etc
Listen to my heart
There's only one thing I can start
Megadeth - Hook In Mouth
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.
Chorus:
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
[repeat chorus]
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm not a fish
I'm a man
Motley Crue - Wild Side
Kneel down ye sinners, to
Streetwise religion
Greed's been crowned the new King
Hollywood dream teens
Yesterday's trash queens
Save the blessings for the final ring--AMEN
Wild side
I carry my crucifix
Under my deathlist
Forward my mail to me in hell
Liars and the martyrs
Lost faith in The Father
Long lost in the wishing well
Wild side
Fallen Angels
So fast to kill
Thy kingdom come on the wild side
Our father
Who ain't in heaven
Be thy name on the wild side
Holy Mary
Mother may I
Pray for us on the wild side
Wild side, Wild side
Name dropping no names
Glamorize cocaine
Puppets with strings of gold
East L.A. at midnight
Papa won't be home tonight
Found dead with his best friend's wife
Wild side
Fatal strikes
We lie on the wild side
No escape
Murder rape
Doing time on the wild side
A baby cries
A cop dies
A day's pay on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Kickin' ass on the wild side
I run into that also. Some days I'm able to post lyrics with 15 chars per line and other days I'm met with the same situation you just encountered. I once tried to post the script to a Monty Python skit (The Visitors) and finally gave up after an hour of fucking around to get past the lameness filter. I couldn't understand what the hell it was complaining about. The lines were clearly longer than 40 chars in some spots. They averaged probably 25 chars per line. Better luck next time, I guess.
I like this song. New Wave.
The B52s - Roam
I near a wind
Whistling air
Whispering in my ear
Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree
OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails
Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
(Chorus)
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Skip the air-strip for the sunset
Ride the arrow for the target---One
Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Chorus
Fly the great big sky
See the great big sea
Kick through continents
Bustin' boundaries
Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Chorus
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Fenix TX - Skinhead Jesse
There's a skin I know
Wears suspenders to every show
And when he's not getting high
He can eat you out of house and home
Procrastination. Indegridation.
Never pays the bills.
With constipation and masturbation
He always gets his fill
(Chorus)
He's large and he's bald
He eats grapes, works (some place)
Head of security
3 O'Clock in the morning
Snacking late at night
Leftover everything
Is gunna do his mouth just right
All that he needs
To get him through the day
Is tons of food and toilet paper
And everything's gonna be OK
(Chorus)
Dropkick Murphys - The Spicy McHaggis Jig
I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true a tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis, how he met his fate you I can save, but for him it's too late
Spicy was big, burly and strong his pipes were gigantic, and so was his schlong from city to city running around looking for chicks over four hundred pounds
One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house, just the right size the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself, "this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more grabbed his cojones and went for the door
They got to her house and dimmed all the lights Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said that he loved her, he'd always be true "But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!!"
By now he saw double through his drunken eyes neither had looks or appropriate size he came to his sense, thought to himself, "At this time of night I won't find nothing else" he took off his shirt, she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove, he gave her a shove, had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.
Three packs a day, he'll smoke 'til he dies Spicy McHaggis, one hell of a guy!
Hello,
The T rules. Where else can you hear "Next stahp, Havaahd Squaah", "Ruggles coming up, make sure your wallets ahh still with you", and "Dooahs open on eithah side!" You, sir, clearly are not a true Bostonian.
I'm sorry, are you talking to me? ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? No way, punk.
Wonderful song to listen to when angry and you need to punch a wall.
Pantera - Walk
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
(Pre) Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
(Chorus) Respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing you song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
(Pre)
(Chorus)
Are you talking to me?
No way punk