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Dam That River
I broke you in the canyon I drowned you in the lake You a snake that I would trample Only thing I'd not embrace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I pushed and then you stumbled I kicked you in the face You stare at me so hollow Got to keep that killin' pace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I burned the place around you I hit you with a rake You piss upon my candle So proving you're a fake Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away |
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Well I'm feeling left behind
Lord, what a waste of time They're coming to get you Run on How can I respect your crime When all you criminals whine? They bought and sold you Run on, run on Well you can call me crazy Or you can call me wrong 'Cause, see I was born a liar Albatross - fly on, fly on My home is kind Man, it pays to be blind Well, I promise to forget you Run on, yeah No swallowed pride No conspiracy lined Broken promise of virtue Run on, Lord, run on Well you can call me lazy But I know where I belong 'Cause, 'cause I was born a liar Albatross - fly on With your trust in love From your God above Ooh I believe The albatross is me Well you can call me crazy You can call me wrong 'Cause, 'cause I was born a liar Albatross - fly on, fly on I should have seen the signs Now the memory's far behind It was no big loss Fly on albatross, yeah Fly on Fly on abatross, yeah Fly on Fly on |
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Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly? Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking, Slackin' little sucker you are? Who's gonna get you from behind? Who's gonna ring your little bell? Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell? When are you gonna blow the game? When are you gonna blow the screen? When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last And you found a way to make your own dreams The crap doesn't last and you found a way to make yourself scream Well I died a million times And I picked my culture well And I built myself a gate They can all now go to hell I'm never gonna work another day in my life The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna shed you some light Get down! Who's gonna teach you how to dance? Who's gonna show you how to fly? When you get tired of the crap baby move over here and maybe buy some of mine I'm never gonna work another day in my life The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna shed you some light I'm never gonna work another day in my life The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna shed you some light |
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If you see me walkin' down the line
with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind, well, I'll be here around suppertime with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine. Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? The crowd gets loud when the band gets right, steel guitar cryin' through the night. Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight but ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight. Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? Ah, play it boy. The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin. Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in. Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional 'cause we're experimental and professional. Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah. Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me? - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard |
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The sky began to fall, ripping open a path up to Heaven
Time slowed to a crawl early morning September eleventh Steel crumbling frames, the scales of justice are decimated Hate ignites the flames, New York city incinerated See the flames on the river, is this our judgement day? Praying hands of a killer when evil flies our way Our way The towers got hit, a steel bird with wings of destruction As the building split, the skyline has been deconstructed So many people killed, two thousand nine hundred and seventy four Innocent blood spilled, extremist plotting a holy war See the flames on the river, terrorism sealed our fate Praying hands of a killer reciting a sermon of hate Will you please reconsider, is this our judgement day? Time to stand and deliver when evil flies our way Flies our way We will pick up the pieces We never cast the first stone Through all the bereavement We will rebuild our home The sky began to fall, ripping opening a path up to Heaven Time slowed to a crawl early morning September eleventh See the flames on the river, terrorism sealed our fate Praying hands of a killer reciting a sermon of hate Will you please reconsider, is this our judgement day? Time to stand and deliver when evil flies our way Flies our way |
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Heartwork - Carcass
Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific In contrasting shades, forcely fed Abstraction, so choking, so provocative A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light Profound, aesthetic beauty Or shaded, sensory corruption Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring In deft taints, diluted, tinted Spelt out, in impaired colour Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, dark foul Works of heart bleeding dark Black, magniloquent art Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly.. grimly unlimited Prolific food for thought Contrasting, fed with force Abstraction, so choking, so provocative Bleeding works of art Seething work so dark Seering words from the heart A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light |
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You try to get away
You got to get somewhere You know you cannot stay There's so much evil in the air They point their bony fingers Right upon you The coven of the damned They have seen you through These people they are into witchcraft They are not what they seem You curious fool You had yourself to this scene They took your children and wife Cut their throats with a knife And now you're facing the crowd And the crowd is facing you You're running through the dark of night, your scream is music to their ears Spooky trees, gloomy paths leads you further down your fears You look around, haunting sound is creeping in your lonely soul Nocturnal life, forest of death, you're the prisoner within its cold... Yes you are... You cannot hear, you cannot feel your body's shivering in here Eyes of beasts pierce your heart, all naked you fall to the ground And the last of love that's in your heart is about to crumble now Don't let me die, let me stay alive, take me from this hellish place |
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The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah But you were under my wheels honey Why don't you let me be? Cuz when you call me on the telephone, sayin Take me to the show And then I say honey I just can't go The old lady says You can't leave her home. The telephone is ringing You've got me on the run I'm driving in my car now I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you, got you, under my wheels! The telephone is ringing, You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah yeah yeah But you were under my wheels, honey Why don't you let me be? I gotta you under my wheels |
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Whiskey woman don't you know that you are drivin' me insane
The liquor you give stems your will to live and gets right to my brain Don't you know you're driving me insane You're tryin' to find your way through life You're tryin' to get some new direction Another woman got her man She won't find no new connection Takes another drink or two, things look better when she's through Takes another look around, you're not goin' anywhere You've realized you're gettin' old and no one seems to care You're tryin' to find your way again You're tryin' to find some new... Another woman's got her man But she won't find a new... Takes another drink or two, things look better when she's through You 'bin foolin' with some hot guy I want to know why is it why Get up get out you know you really blew it I've had enough, I've had enough, good God pluck me |
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Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh, put 'em back... where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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About of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward. My lying eyes lie awake. Not sure what I am after. I never died before. Can't help what happened yesterday. I never stoned the crow, no. Flip through endless stories. A life of hand-written pain. No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine. I never died before. Can't be what happened yesterday. I shouldn't stone the crow, no. Ride on! Same old city, same old tale. No matter how I try, No matter what I say, I'm blamed, I'm shamed, I'm judged unfairly. So now I've died before. It feels as bad as yesterday. I never stoned the crow, no. You too have died before. I fought as hard as yesterday I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no. |
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Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him what it's for? He said, "I have seen them." I said, "Okay, it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out And the town becomes anarchy Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years The Men In Black have been bending my ear As a matter of fact, they were just here today But I escaped them through a secret passageway Once I lived there for one thousand days Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans Move out west and buy some desert lands Or maybe up North, just past Alaska You know nothing of this if they ask you Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah Escape from the Prison Planet Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephants And Atlantis rises Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Ejector seat ignite Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephant And Atlantis rises |
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Living dead of London town
Flesh vessels underground Mourning suits, burial gowns 9-5's doleful sound Pallid faces office bound Mortuary all year round Corpse Cycle is life's circle Life's circle is corpse cycle Life is passing away Society eats your mind away Walking corpses, vacant slaves Banking rottenness, decay Saving cash for early graves Utopia is coffin shaped Wealth hungry drugged rats chase Empty dreams of a better place Corpse Cycle is life's circle Life's circle is corpse cycle Life is passing away Society eats your mind away Truths fading farther day by day, to material enslave Die with the world as you awake, in the rat race you rotate Degenerations zombified Oblivious in the tombstone line Corpses fucking their way through time Corpse Cycle is life's circle Life's circle is corpse cycle Life is passing away Society eats your mind away Life has passed you away, flesh turned to grey Society ate your mind away |
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You put your faith in Christianity
I put mine in artillery My M-16, my lord and savior Christ never done me a motherfucking favor Pay for all of those in pain For those who died in vain Scars from battle nevermore Still we march off to war, war War, war is my shepherd Hate it if we can't comprehend it Kill it if we don't understand it Pray to God and your fate is sealed As you die alone in the killing fields Pay for all of those in pain For those who died in vain Scars from battle nevermore Still we march off to war, war War, war is my shepherd Farewell Graham and Farrakhan They need God, I need napalm Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition My sermon is my demolition War, war is, war is my, war is my shepherd |
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I know a place
Where you're all going to go They'll pay you to kill If You're eighteen years old First You'll need a haircut And then some new clothes They'll stick you in a jungle To play G.I. Joe CHORUS: You fight for democracy And the "American Way" But you're not in your country "What am I doing here?" you say But now it's too late You're entering Managua If you had brought your surfboard You could surf Nicaragua What is this we're fighting for What's our ultimate goal To force our ideas Right down their throats American Intervention Grows Deeper Everyday The situation worsens More soldiers on the way CHORUS: You fight for democracy And the "American Way" But you're not in your country "What am I doing here?" you say But now it's too late You're entering Managua If you had brought your surfboard You could surf Nicaragua Lessons we have learned Are easy to forget Hints of viet-nam How soon we all forget First we send advisors And then go the troops Another worthless conflict Another Chance to lose CHORUS: You fight for democracy And the "American Way" But you're not in your country "What am I doing here?" you say But now it's too late You're entering Managua If you had brought your surfboard You could surf Nicaragua |
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