Day by day night after night,
blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here hustlin' there,
no one's got the time to spare
Money's tight nothin' free,
won't somebody come and rescue me
I am stranded, caught in the crossfire
Stranded, caught in the crossfire
Slow-mo
When the temple slows up and creates that new, new.
He seems alive though he is feeling blue.
The sun is shining, man he's super cool, cool.
The lonely nights
they fade away, he slips into his white Nikes.
He smokes a clip and then he's on the way
to free his mind in search of, to free his mind in search of, to free his mind in search of
Cuase day and night,
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
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I'm a pistol, a forty-five
Just shot three men in this hothouse dive
Now I'm smokin'
I'm a burnin' hot
Barrel o' metal
Believe it or not I was bought by
A man named Ray, card-carryin' member of the NRA
But he left me out
In his car one day, and now the finger on my trigger
Ain't seen his fifteenth birthday
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na hey
Some things they never tell you when you're
A-ridin' the assembly line, like
Who'll be the hands to hold you and
What is their state of mind
Hell, I'm not much bigger than
A pointed index finger
But who am I to lay the blame
I'm only here to cause some pain, hey yeah
Hey, yeah yeah...
Oh the sirens, I can hear them now, they're singin'
Singin' my song
When the sun sets I get upset, darkness fills me
I wanna light up the world...
Would you believe I've seen better days?
I starred in Westerns, I won rave reviews
Now I sit on a shelf tagged for judgement day
I've got to change the jury's point of view
You see guns don't kill people, it's the bullets that do
Oh, guns don't kill people, the bullets do
Oh, the bullets do...
Some things they never tell you when you're
A-ridin' the assembly line, like
Who'll be the hands to hold you and
What is their state of mind
Hell, I'm not much bigger than
A pointed index finger
But who am I to lay the blame
I'm only here to cause some pain, hey yeah
Hey, yeah yeah...
Hey hey hey yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah...
"Early one morning while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down
I shot her down then I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head"
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Wake up early when the sleeping pill wakes me,
I take a wake-up pill and fill with energy
I power on hard and check my messages, but I don't have any messages
Take a driving pill and head to my car,
I drive around a while 'cause work isn't very far
I call my phone and I check my messages, but I don't have any messages
All I know is driving on drugs is better when they're prescription
Oh, all I know is the world is beautiful, the world is so damn beautiful
I feel fantastic
And I've never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now,
Right now
Sometimes quiet's okay, sometimes quiet's alright.
Given the choice, I like noise, morning, noon, and night.
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We saw the western coast, I saw the hospital
Nursed the shoreline like a wound.
Reports on a lovers' tryst
Were neither clear nor descript,
We kept it safe and slow, the quiet things that no one ever knows...
So keep the blood in your head (And keep your feet on the ground)
Today's the day it gets tired (Tonight's the night we dropped out)
Gave up my body and bed (All for an empty hotel)
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
So keep the blood in your head (And keep your feet on the ground)
Today's the day it gets tired (Tonight's the night we dropped out)
Gave up my body and bed (All for an empty hotel)
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
I contemplate the day we wed, your friends are boring me to death
Veil is ruined in the rain.
Am I what you I can do without?
There's nothing left to talk about,
You know our kids are blessed, their parents left to shoulder all the blame...
So keep the blood in your head (And keep your feet on the ground)
Today's the day it gets tired (Tonight's the night we dropped out)
Gave up my body and bed (All for an empty hotel)
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
So keep the blood in your head (And keep your feet on the ground)
Today's the day it gets tired (Tonight's the night we dropped out)
Gave up my body and bed (All for an empty hotel)
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
I...
Lie...
For...
Only you...
And I... lie well
Halleleu...
I! Lie for! Only you!
I!
Lie well...
Halleleu...
So keep the blood in your head (And keep your feet on the ground)
Today's the day it gets tired (Tonight's the night we dropped out)
Gave up my body and bed (All for an empty hotel)
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
So keep the blood in your head (And keep your feet on the ground)
Today's the day it gets tired (Tonight's the night we dropped out)
Gave up my body and bed (All for an empty hotel)
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
I was watching
with one eye on the other side
I had fifteen people telling me to move
I got moving on my mind
I found shelter
In some thoughts turning wheels around
I said 39 times that I love you
to the beauty I had found
Well its 1 2 3 4
take the elevator
at the hotel yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
all they got inside is vacancy
I been thinking
of a little place down by the lake
they got a dirty little road leading up to the house
I wonder how long it will take till we're alone
sitting on the front porch of that home
stomping our feet on the wooden boards
never gonna worry about locking the door
Well its 1 2 3 4
take the elevator
at the hotel yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
all they got inside is vacancy
Might sound silly for me
think childish thoughts like these
but I'm so tired of acting tough
and i'm gonna do as i please
Let's get married
in a big cathedral by a priest
coz if i'm the man you love the most
you can say i do at least
Well its 1 2 3 4
take the elevator
at the hotel yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
all they got inside is vacancy
And its 4 5 6 7
grab your umbrella
grab hold of me
cause I'm your favorite fella
all they got inside is vacancy
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Keep me alive
Only you can do it
If not you'll die too
And I'll see to it
It's hard to survive
Don't know if I can do it
Keep me alive
I can't accept my fate
I need help
Before it's too late
It's hard to survive, don't know if I can do it
I need to belong, I need to hang on
I need, need
Keep me alive feelings I must obey
Can't turn my eyes from the past
This crisis is the last
Keep me alive
I rely on your judgement
I've got none left of my own
Don't know what I'm doing
It's hard to survive, don't know if I can do it
I need to belong, I need to hang on
I need, need
Keep me alive
Only you can do it
Keep me alive
Only you can do it
It's hard to survive, don't know if I can do it
Keep me alive
Keep me alive
Keep me alive
Keep me alive
It's hard to survive, don't know if I can do it
I need to belong, I need to hang on
I need, need
The sparkle in your eyes
Keeps me alive
And the sparkle in your eyes
Keeps me alive, keeps me alive
The world
And the world turns around
The world and the world, yeah
The world drags me down
The fire in your eyes
Keeps me alive
And the fire in your eyes
Keeps me alive
I'm sure in her you'll find
The sanctuary
I'm sure in her you'll find
The sanctuary
Just a shadow in the dark, you’ve seen this face before
Is it just a fantasy, is he coming back for more
Out in the alleyways, there is no second chance
Moving up behind you, you’ve lost the game at last
Don’t close your eyes
Don’t close your eyes or I’ll be there
They're creepin' around my shorts
They're under the bathroom sink
They're ridin' inside my car
They're swimmin' in every drink
They're hidin' between my toes
They're lurkin' in every kiss
I got'em way up my nose
In every orifice
I'm gonna show them who's boss
I'm gonna get even yet
Just gimme some Lysol spray
Just hand me a moist towelette
Don't tell me I'm paranoid
I know that they're after me
Look under the microscope
See??
They're all over me
They're inside of me
Can't get'em offa me
I'm covered with... microscopic bacteria
What do they want from me
What'll they do to me?
There's no escape for me
I'm crawling with... microscopic bacteria
Director of Game Development
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Two scientists are racing for the good of all mankind.
Both of them side by side,
So determined.
Locked in heated battle for the cure that is the prize,
But its so dangerous,
But they're determined.
Theirs is to win if it kills them,
But they're just human with wives and children.
Upwards to the vanguard, where the pressure is too high,
Under the microscope,
Hope against hope.
Forging for the future but to sacrifice their lives,
Both of them side by side,
So determined.
all the scientists are running around
looking for the monkey but he can't be found
cause he's down by the pond playing hockey with the kids
and all the mothers are running around
looking for their children but they can't be found
cause they're down by the pond playing hockey with the monkey
and its 1..2..3.. the kids love the monkey and
4..5..6.. the monkey's got a hockey stick
7..8..9.. havin a good time yeaaaa
national guard is running around
looking for the monkey but he can't be found
cause he's down by the pond playin hockey with the kids
and all the teachers are running around
looking for the children but they can't be found
cause their down by the pond playin hockey with the monkey
and its 1..2..3.. the kids love the monkey and
4..5..6.. the monkey's got a hockey stick
7..8..9.. havin a good time yeaaaa
it's 1..2..3.. the kids love the monkey and
4..5..6.. the monkey's got a hockey stick
7..8..9.. havin a good time yeaaaaaaaaa
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Director of Game Development
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Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers.
Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests.
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There's a light in the shed that should help you find your way.
And through this door you deserve a beating through the Machine.
And little did you once know in the race for the telephone.
In the dark they watched us from here beyond the grave.
To bare the marks of His work are the Watchmen of our ways.
That which we feels untrue, if it's me than it isn't you.
Lay-down, relax, come on, how?
What you thought once was yours is ours now.
Stay with me to guide this dream
before they bury me.
I'll be waiting up all night for you
in a nightmare that was made for me.
In the call of her screams should we leave and let them be?
Is her life worth as much as we once wished to believe?
So is it or isn't so?
Am I dead now here in the snow?
In the foul of their play will then justice be engraved?
To bare the walk on the way to the killer and his blade.
Stay with me to guide this dream
before they bury me.
I'll be waiting up all night for you
in a nightmare that was made for me.
Whoah, oh, you lied, you're running...
And you open the door and you step inside
We're inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
Thats right
Your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I dont think so
This is your life
Good to the last drop
It doesnt get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time
This isnt a seminar
This isnt a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything you are free to do anything
Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your xxxxxxx khakis
You have to give up You have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that
You are useless
I say, let me never be complete
I say, may I never be content
I say, deliver me from swedish furniture
I say, deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall as they may
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
Welcome to fight club
If this is your first night - You have to fight
=Tyler Durden (and the Dust Brothers)
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I'm goin' out west where the wind blows tall
Where Tony Franciosi used to date my ma
They got some money out there, they're givin' it away
I'm gonna do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages lyin' in the sand
I ain't no extra, baby, I'm a leadin' man
Will my parole officer be proud o' me?
With my Olds '88 and a devil on a leash
My Olds '88 and a devil on a leash
I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no makeup, I got real scars, I got
Hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt on
Well I don't lose my composure in a high-speed chase
Yeah, my friends think I'm ugly- I got a masculine face
I got some drag-strip courage, I can really drive a bed
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no makeup, I got real scars, I got
Hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt on
I'm gonna drive all night, get some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me
I cut a hole in the roof in the shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west where they appreciate me
Goin' out west where they appreciate me
Goin' out west where they appreciate me
Goin' out west where they appreciate me
Goin' out west where they appreciate me
Goin' out west...
Goin' out west...
Goin' out west...
Goin' out west...
Goin' out west...
Goin' out west...
Goin' out west...
The North side of my town faced East and the east was facing South.
And now you dare to look me in the eye.
Those crocodile tears are what you cry.
It's a genuine problem you won't try
to work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by.
Substitute me for him.
Substitute my Coke for gin.
Substitute you for my Mum,
at least I'll get my washing done.
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Are you gonna tell him the things you did?
Tell him the truth about your sordid youth,
If he wants to know, did you do blow,
Did you get high and listen to the stereo?
Pops, when's the first time you did a drug crime?
I smoked my first J on my eleventh birthday.
And for high school exams, how'd you stay up to read?
The kid across the street dealt me excellent speed.
Were classes as boring as mine are today?
Well, most of the time I was tripping, so I really can't say.
Now Dad, let's see how truthful you are,
Were you ever high behind the wheel of a car?
Man, I thought I was flyin' a seven-forty-seven,
When I sold that car, I think they scraped it for resin.
And when you courted Mom, how'd you make her your own?
Oh, we'd drink a lot of vodka and we'd do methadone.
When he asks me 'bout my past, and if I got high,
I been seriously thinkin' about my reply:
I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie!
Dad, did you ever do drugs?
No way...
Now Dad, did you ever do it with any woman besides Mom?
Uh, did you ever see that Fellini move 'Satyricon'?
I was thirteen the first time, so good I couldn't speak,
They should have wrapped me in a Hefty bag and drained me once a week.
And Dad, what's the kinkiest that you ever got?
Well, there was this mother and daughter upstate who were crazy stinkin' hot,
And there was this girl and her dog, but we won't get into that,
There was three dominatrices in a one-room flat.
'Couple times in a church, it was a "heavenly" thing,
And there was this girl named Ruth in the booth at the Burger King.
My wife's eatin' a hole through me with her evil eye.
The kid's got inquiries, and he want's an honest reply:
I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie!
Dad, did you ever have premarital sex?
No way...
Now come the tough questions that he's gonna ask,
All prosecutors save the hard stuff for last...
Dad, did you ever steal from the store when you didn't have the bucks?
As I recall, most of the stuff just fell off of trucks.
And Dad, did you ever own a gun?
Well, it wasn't like I had a license for one...
And Dad, did you ever steal an auto-mo-bile for fun?
The owners wouldn't have wanted it when we got done...
And Dad, I heard you bartended in a place that dealt crack!
We were just makin' sure our clientele would come back...
He wants the truth, I look him in the eye,
I'll set a good example, I'm that kinda guy,
I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna lie!
Dad, did you ever do anything bad?
F@#! no...
that was a difficult one to follow, Mr Shiny, but heres another uncomfortable conflict...
(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay
And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought
It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view
And as I get more older and more fatherly
I begin to look at things from an old man's point of view
So I decided to give the old man equal time okay here we go)
Yeah I lef' home when the kid was three and it sure felt good to be fancy free
Tho I knew it wasn't quite the fatherly thing to do
But that kid kept screamin' and throwin' up and pissin' in his pants til I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue
Yeah it was Gatlinberg in mid July I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by
Gettin' old and goin' from bad to worse
When thru the door with an awful scream comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen
He says my name is Sue how do you do then he hits me with his purse
Now this ain't the way he tells the tale but he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe
So I hit him in the nose and he started to cry and he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain't easy fightin' with a boy named Sue
So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair
And he screamed hey dad you mussed my hair
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint
He was spittin' blood I was spittin' teeth
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
A kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the creme de menth
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun I'm about to get shot by my very own son
He's screamin' bout Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim uh
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough
And I guess he bought it 'cause now I'm livin' with him
Yeah he cooks and sews and cleans up the place he cuts my hair and shaves my face
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do
And on the nights that I can't score well I can't tell you anymore
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue yeah a son is fun
But it's a joy to have a boy named Sue
(Shel Silverstein)
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that was a difficult one to follow, Mr Shiny, but heres another uncomfortable conflict...
Sorry about that... I had to get that one outta my head pretty badly. Good poem, by the way.
In any case:
For all those girls, who speak contradiction
The guy who crept through the shadows everyday
to clutch his own conclusion
Watch all the blood, as it drips from your veins you coward Godspeed,
May your death come quickly
I think i'll take this hate and, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT
Now as it's passed onto the next one
I feel a bloodrush come right over me
You know you will never be right in the eyes of the ones who know
You trusted the devil and she will betray you
- "Spit" by Kittie
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OK, here's another one. Disregard if you want to, I just needed to post it because it's so full of win.
Ahhhhh...
I was watchin' my TV one night when they broke in with a special report
About some devastating earthquake in Peru.
There were thirty thousand crushed to death, even more were buried alive
On the Richter scale, it measured 8.2.
And I said "God, please answer me one question:"
"Why'd they have to interrupt 'the Simpsons' just for this?"
What a drag, 'cause I was taping it and everything,
And now I'll have to wait for the reruns
To see the part of the show I missed...
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Ba bah bah bah bah bah...
Ahhhhh...
I was drivin' down the highway, when all the traffic slowed to a crawl.
There was a twelve-car pileup, everybody dead.
And I saw brains and guts and vital organs splattered everywhere,
As well as my friend Robert's disembodied head (disembodied head...)
And I thought, "Poor Bob, I just had lunch with him."
"Hey, wait a minute, he still owes me money! What a jerk!"
Well, there's five bucks that I'm never gonna see again, and now
On top of everything else, it looks like I'm gonna be late to work...
Oh...
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Ba bah bah bah bah bah...
Oh, the other day my boss said we were runnin' low on toner,
And he told me I should buy another case.
I told him I was busy, but he still just kept on askin'
So I turned around and stabbed him in the face (right in the face...)
Oh, and wouldn't you know it, my knife got stuck.
I guess that's probably bound to happen now and then.
But I'm afraid I may have bent the tip a little,
And I know that blade will never ever be quite as sharp again.
Quite as sharp again...
Oh, tell me,
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
Why does this always happen to me?
Why does this always happen to me?
Why does this always happen to me?
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Ba bah bah bah bah bah...
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Bah ba ba ba, bah ba ba bah,
Ba bah bah bah bah bah.
- "Why Does This Always Happen To Me?" by "Weird Al" Yankovic
No sorry needed, Shiny.
Coming this Christmas to a theater near you
The most horrifying film to hit the screen
There's a homicidal maniac who finds a Cub Scout troop
And he hacks up two or three in every scene
Please don't reveal the secret ending to your friends
Don't spoil the big surprise
You won't believe your eyes when you see
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
See severed heads that almost fall right in your lap
See that bloody hatchet coming right at you
No, you'll never see hideous effects like these again
‘Till we bring you "Nature Trail To Hell Part 2"
So bring the kids along, it's good clean family fun
What have you got to lose
If you like the six o'clock news then you'll love
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
-Weird Al
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Demon is up in the attic to the left
My eye turns to the left to say, "no"
You said, "First, I am the special one."
I never hammered my mind out
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody
I never have the bloody
I never have the bloody hammer
I am the doctor
I am the psychiatrist
To make sure they don't think that they'd hammer their minds out
Or that they'd have a
Or that they'd have a bloody hammer
Or that they'd have a bloody hammer
Or that they'd have a bloody hammer
Or that they'd have a bloody
Or that they'd have a bloody
Or that they'd have a bloody hammer
Second, I am the special one
My eyes, green and blue and safely unbegotten
To the left to say, "no"
While the others with their hair turned white,
They just roll their eyes back to the top of their head
And hammer the attic floor with a bloody hammer
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody
I never have the bloody
I never have the bloody hammer
It's not a sledgehammer
It's not a chisel
It's not a train
But a thought of unlimited horror for Dr. O'Chane
Dr. O'Chane
Baby ghost says beat it with your chains
Baby ghost says don't drag your chain away, Dr. O'Chane
Doctor O'Chane, Doctor O'Chane
The baby ghost says "beat it with your chain"
The baby ghost says "drag your chain away, Doctor O'Chane."
The ghost says, beat it with your chains
The ghost saysa drag your chain away, Dr. O'Trey
All bats are Dracula vampires
Vampires in rain
Vampires in lightning for Dr. O'Chane
Dr. O'Chane
The baby ghost in the 1900s says beat it with your chain
The baby ghost says don't drag your spoon, drag your chain away,
Dr. O'Chane
Demon is up in the attic to the left
My eye turns to the left to say, "no"
You said, "First, I am the special one."
I never hammer my mind out
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody hammer
I never have the bloody
I never have the bloody
I never have the bloody hammer
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On Raglan Road, on an autumn day
I saw her first, and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I would one day rue
I saw the danger, and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said "let grief be a fallen leaf"
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street, in November
We'd tread lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making ain
Oh, I loved too much, and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint, without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there, and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street, where all ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me, so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel rues the play, he'd lose
His wings at the dawn of day
Spent the night on the road
And never saw the miles go
Running away
Ive got to get free from myself
Now stories were made to be told
and here's the one that I know
Oh I can't hide it anymore
There's evil on Queen Street
some evil up the road
I saw the house in the dark
It seemed to say "Come touch me
I've got a heart
Open the door to my soul
Climb to the top of my stairs
And look into my windows
I can be your wishing well"
There's no evil here on Queen Street
Let me in
I can warm in the
heat of your fire
It's no permanent sin to be bad
If you're sorry
Let me go - you're a promise
that comes from a liar
I don't know - if I ever can
wash all the evil away
Struck a match at the dark
It screamed no, no I love you
Together we're strong
You always believed what I'd say -Hey
But now the heat of a flame
Starts me to remember
There's no evil - no more evil
No evil on Queen Street
Just smoke in the air
No evil anywhere
No evil on Queen Street
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Beg the bee's forgiveness as it's falling from your sleeve.
Watch its guts pump poison into sting.
Watch it reach completeness, see it fall asleep,
legs above fold in eternal dream.
Oh that calls to mind a joke, an off coloring,
About these fools blindfolded, drugged, and raped and left laughing.
They let the devil in, he brought his pirate friends,
They brought a hunger for blood, and flesh and bone and skin.
So teeth left chattering, and tongues flexed to sting,
Got dressed up in so many fancy things.
Is it a waste of time, please tell me if you mind,
Me dipping into useless sentimentality.
A rant on how things used to be when this s%#% was free,
I answered my own question, I can hear the crickets yawning.
But in the back pocket of a discarded pair of jeans,
Is a priceless ticket to the grandest opening,
So when the chariot arrives, you'd best enjoy the ride,
'cause when we get to heaven's gate we're not getting inside.
Better beg forgiveness,
Better drop to knees,
Better find your ticket,
Before we join the bees.
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Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
His skin was pale and his eye was odd
He shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again
He trod a path that few have trod
Did Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
He kept a shop in London town
Of fancy clients and good renown
And what if none of their souls were saved? They went to their maker impeccably shaved
By Sweeney
By Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
Swing your razor wide, Sweeney
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize!
His needs were few, his room was bare:
A lavabo and a fancy chair
A mug of suds, a leather strop, an apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop
For neatness he deserves a nod
Does Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
Sweeney wishes the world away
Sweeney's weeping for yesterday
Hugging the blade, waiting the years
Hearing the music that nobody hears
Sweeney waits in the parlor hall
Sweeney leans on the office wall
No one can help, nothing can hide you
Isn't that Sweeney there beside you?
Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney...
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and a hungry God
To seek revenge may lead to Hell, but everyone does it, if seldom as well
As Sweeney
As Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
a glint of steel
a flash of light
you know you're not going home tonight
be it jack or switch
doctor's or mind
nowhere to run, everywhere you'll find
you can't escape
from the bed you've made
when your time has come, you'll accept the blade!
you're cornered in the alley way
you know you're all alone
you know it's gonna end this way
the chill goes to the bone
now here it comes that glistening light
it goes into your side
the blackness comes
tonight's the night
the blade is gonna ride
'cause you're under the blade
ohhh
you're under the blade
it's not another party head
this time you cannot rise
your hands are tied, your legs are strapped
a light shines in your eyes
you faintly see a razor's edge
you open your mouth to cry
you know you can't
it's over now
the blade is gonna ride
'cause you're under the blade
ohhh
you're under the blade
a glint of steel
a flash of light
you know you're not going home tonight
be it jack or switch
doctor's or mind
nowhere to run, everywhere you'll find
you can't escape
from the bed you've made
when your time has come, you'll accept the blade!
you've tried to make it to the front
you're pinned against the side
a monster stands before you now
its mouth is open wide
the lights go on, the night explodes
it tears into your mind
when the night does end, you'll come again
the blade is gonna ride
'cause you're under the blade
ohhh
you're under the blade
here it comes baby
whoaaaaaaahhhh...
you're goin' down, down, down,
down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down...
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I have this feeling that my luck is none too good
This sword here at my side don't act the way it should
Keeps calling me its master, but I feel like its slave
Hauling me faster and faster to an early, early grave
And it howls, it howls like hell
I'm told it's my duty to fight against the law
That wizardry's my trade and I was born to wade through gore
I just want to be a lover, not a red-eyed screaming ghoul
I wish it'd picked another to be its killing tool
Black blade! Black blade!
Forged a billion years ago
Black blade! Black blade!
Killing so its power can grow
There's death from the beginning to the end of time
And I'm the cosmic champion and I hold a mystic sign
And the whole world's dying and the burdens mine
And the black sword keeps on killing 'til the end of time
Black blade! Black blade!
Bringing chaos to the world we know
Black blade! Black blade!
And its using me to kill my friends
Black blade! Black blade!
Getting stronger so the world will end
Black blade! Black blade!
Forcing my mind to bend and bend
The black blade
Forged a million billion years ago
My cosmic sword goes on for eternity
Carving out destiny
Bringing in the lords of chaos
Bringing up the beasts of Hades
Sucking out the souls of heroes
Laying waste to knights and ladies
My master is my slave
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Life, a movie in my head
A page of lines we read
The words remain unsaid
Time, a race you never win
Look back at where we've been
And throw the towel in
Every time I see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell Me
I just wanna take my turn
Now before I crash and burn
Yeah
Hope, a candle burning bright
A temporary light
'Till we return to night
Love, the mighty drug we crave
The master and the slave
Will rule us to our grave
Everytime I see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell Me
I just want a place to rest,
Count to four and catch my breath
One, Two, Three, Four...
I don't know what to feel
Don't know what to say
Don't know what to do
I don't know where to go
Don't know who to be
Don't know who to know
Life is never what it seems
It shakes you from your dreams
Wake up and start to *SCREAM!*
Everytime I see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell Me
I just want a place to rest
Stop and let me catch my breath
~KISS
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
by Randall Pink Floyd
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Director of Game Development
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Sometimes I don't know what to think about the world.
When this guy is burning up in the street with gasoline,
And the flames show no mercy.
So, when you really need someone to talk to you,
It doesn't always work like it's supposed to.
You can love your brain,
Even if it slips down the drain.
Man, I'm not no drug addict,
But a person's got to have something,
To keep him from going insane.
Well, this man kills this other man.
Who's killed this other man, so it's okay,
And this fourteen year old's sitting in the electric chair,
Smiling and smoking a cigarette,
So I guess I was right all along reading Mad magazine.
You can love your brain,
Even if it slips down the drain.
Man, I'm not no drug addict,
But a person's got to have something,
To keep him from going insane.
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If every angel's terrible,
Then why do you welcome them? (3x)
You say you'll provide the birdbath,
If I provide the skin,
And bathing in the moonlight,
I'm to tremble like a kitten.
If blue eyed babes,
Raised as Hitler's little brides and sons,
They got angelic tendencies,
Like some boys tend to act like queens.
Oh if every angel's terrible,
Then why do you watch her sleep?
You love to hear her sing,
And wear purple eyes like rings.
Well the flowers have no scent,
And the child's been miscarried.
Oh every angel's terrible,
Said Freud and Rilke all the same.
Rimbaud never paid them no mind,
But Jimmy Morrison had his elevators...
His elevators...
He had his elevator angels.
If every angel's terrible,
Why do you hide inside her?
Like a child in a skirt,
The supermarket's loud and bright,
And boy don't she feel warm tonight?
Boy don't she feel warm tonight?
Boy don't she feel warm tonight?
If every angel's terrible...
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They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
So I'd like to know where, you got the notion
said I'd like to know where, you got the notion
to rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
rock the boat-t-t-t-t
Ever since our voyage of love began
your touch has thrilled me like the rush of the wind
and your arms have held me safe from a rolling sea
there's always been a quiet place to harbor you and me
Our love is like a ship on the ocean
we've been sailing with a cargo full of, love and devotion
So I'd like to know where, you got the notion
said I'd like to know where, you got the notion
To rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
rock the boat-t-t-t-t
Up to now we sailed through every storm
and I've always had your tender lips to keep me warm
oh I need to have the strength that flows from you
don't let me drift away my dear, when love can see me through
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
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Who's that rapping?
Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. Raven
All up in my grill like "Nevermore."
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I kicked it weak and weary
Dark and cold just like Lake Erie
Brand New sample, someone clear me
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly
There came a tapping
Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping
In my brain like graphic Halflings
Staffing me, I put down Milton
Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton
Open window, halfway built-in
Times-a-changin' like Bob Dylan
Twenty-pound bird black as could be
Cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me
Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore
Quoth that raven "Nevermore."
Who's that rapping?
Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. Raven
All up in my grill like "Nevermore."
I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee
Taken by angels from me
Alone with books (hey that's me!)
Harbinger of death visiting me
I said, "Can I help you, evil prophet?
If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it
Perched on Pallas, chalice dropped it
"Tell me sir, please, if you can,
"Am I good or evil man?
"What can I say, what can I do,
When will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore," quoth he at me
Hating on this fresh MC
Satanic raven, Nietzche glee
Killing me softly like the Fugees
Now I feel worse, my verse is terse
Joy inverse just like Fred Durst
Call a nurse, disperse my thirst
Put this process in reverse
Wish I'd had some warning first
MC Lars, '88 hearse
Now I'll never be Slug or Murs
Under that black raven's curse
The raven's eyes still have the seeming,
Of a demon
That is dreaming,
Lamplight over him still streaming,
Hear my screaming, hear me screaming!
My soul still floats there on that floor
And shall be lifted nevermore
Afflicted calm like Michael Moore
Canonized piece, US folklore.
Whose house?
Raven's house!
Whose house?
Raven's house!
Well you can just believe
I'm the only girl in your life
I'll be your sugar in the morning
And the sweet stuff you need at night
And you can just make believe
When it comes down to makin love
I'll satisfy your every need
And every fantasy you think of
So when you need a little peace of mind
Come on over boy, anytime
I'll keep you happy and so satisfied
In my house, in my house
~Mary Jane Girls
Good morning miss
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today
And up for fun
Im a big boy now
Or so they say
So if youll serve
Ill be on my way
Box of balloons
With the feather-light touch
Pack of party-poppers
That pop in the night
A toothbrush and hairspray
Plastic grin
Miss clay on all corners
Has just walked in
Welcome to the house of fun
-Madness
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Congregation, settle in your seats.
The Reverend Front Aloud is on the mic and about to speak.
I’m about to freak you out, make you shiver in the pew
While I’m delivering to you my sermon and divinity ensues,
Brought by the one true God. It’s a fact:
Anybody else who ever had a God, their God’s wack.
We ain’t got to worry about ‘em; we picked the right horse.
You’re in the right house of worship (of course),
And forces are gathering out in the world
To diminish our faith in ways radical and thorough,
To discourage us from loving anything that’s immaterial,
To tempt our children with ever fruitier cereal,
And worst of all, to call us idiots while they do it.
My congregation, listen; I’m about to walk you through it.
We’re going to take the nation back from the heathens that’s within it.
We’re gonna get the most egregious of the atheists imprisoned,
Cause a schism while we’re at it, but emerge on top,
And once we’ve purified our ranks we won’t stop —
We’ll purify your minds of what’s illegitimately thought.
It’s not to be a battle indiscriminately fought,
But an orchestrated effort, and I’m gonna need you to commit.
Might take a couple generations for this deviltry to quit.
Start with the kids — in fact, they get distracted from the Lord —
So I’d like you to write a couple letters to your school board.
Do you, do you really believe
That we were nothing but them monkeys swinging up in the trees?
Don’t it seem a little likelier that Adam and Eve
Did a lot of humping, and that was the origin of the species?
And what has this so-called science ever done for us
But trumpeted that when ashes go to ashes & dust to dust,
Despite the fuss of living, energy gets conserved.
Denying the weight of the soul of a man: this is ill deserved.
This is still the curse of Copernicus that we suffer.
Secular thought ought not to overflow its buffer
And run roughshod through the minds of you, the population.
Heretics such as Dawkins and Sagan overstep their station
To say that what we see and what we believe should be confluent.
Look to your Reverend to end apostasy — that’s what I’m doing!
Look to your Holy Book to light the way; that is its purpose.
Open it up and you’ll find Eden ‘fore you even scratch the surface.
And sure, this should be mirrored in the textbooks verbatim
But I’m not in a position yet to issue ultimatum.
So I lay down my scheme: we’ll make it seem as though creation
Isn’t anything we’d like to interject to education.
We’ll wrangle up the language: science, data, theorem,
The irreducible complexity of the ears we use to hear ‘em
Gnashing teeth and wailing from Kansas to PA.
Yes, my flock, I talk of futures not imminent but underway.
Already established an Institute for Discovery.
Discovered that Darwin is dead with outlook grim for recovery.
Schoolmarms will soon say that he burns in a fiery sea.
Think how much like paradise that’s gonna be.
Do you, do you really believe
That we were nothing but them monkeys swinging up in the trees?
Don’t it seem a little likelier that Adam and Eve
Did a lot of humping, and that was the origin of the species?
Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!
Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....
Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!
Emerson, Lake, and Palmer
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Well I wake up frontin' like I ain't hung over, read the paper
Discover that the Germans have annexed Grover?
Cookie? Kermie? Piggy? and all the rest?
There ain't a single domestically controlled Muppet left!
Is it a plot? Some kind of conspiracy?
My coffee's cold, there's a bitter taste to my cinnamon roll
I venture forth into the bright American day
My neighbor Mr. Hess says "wie gehts?" and waves
I hurry away, get in my Chrysler, oh the dismay!
Somebody's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys with Kraftwerk tapes!
Alright, I'm freaked out, I hope it's a joke,
I hear the ominous industrial beat of a two-stroke
Engine- the Benz on my left, the Bug on my right?
Yoinks! A fleet of six Trabants encroaching behind!
At the wheel of the lead Trabi, a visage of fear,
Red and yellow eyes, black gloves gripping the steer
And it dawns upon me what chance have I got?
It's KOMPRESSOR, and he's chosen for crushing MC Frontalot!
RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUST
KOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSH
YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES
STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE
ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT
YOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT
But I don't wanna be crushed! Burried in fear! Left for töt!
Synthesizer might, tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!
Leave my car at the light and run, I make for the park
Pursued by steel-toed jack-boots throwing sparks
As they march. And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth
"YOU CANNOT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK!"
I'm dodging german shepherds playing frisbee with hippies,
Making hair-pin turns like horror movie heroines and slipping
Back on my feet, his breath on my neck
It smells of baked infants and fried cheese
"SCHLECHT!"
RUN! You'll surely suffer crushing if you sit still
Hop the chain-link to the abandoned wienerschnitzel
What did I do to deserve this? What was my crime?
Was it because I sampled Die Töten Hosen that one time?
And I'm reviewing my life cowered under a grease trap
The bootslap stepping ever closer with its click-clack
Now he's here... now he's crouching down...
Jaws creak open, ants start pouring out
And just as my flesh is about to get devoured
I wake up screaming, wrapped in the sour
Sweat-stained sheets, it takes a minute to get up
Stumble to the table, read the paper, clear my head up
Still hurts, what did I drink all that Goldschlager for?
Business section: EM.TV bought Jim Henson Corp!
RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUST
KOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSH
YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES
STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE
ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT
YOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT