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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
You and me 'till the wheels fall off
You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off ... (???) ... (???) You and me 'till the wheels fall off You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off People say you're (?) I don't care, let's go, go, go You and me 'till the wheels fall off |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Well I hate the rain when I drive
Right on thru Cause the windows are broken on my 455 Right on thru It don't rain much but when it do That dirty old rain comes right on thru Right on thru Through to you! I had some pigeons livin on my ledge Right on thru Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on thru I give em a shot too Right on thru The pigeon shit seeps right on thru Right on thru Through to you Well you built your house made out of lead Right on thru It keeps out those things that you dread Right on thru It don't matter where you hide Right on thru Because reality always crashes inside Right on thru Through to you |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Don't wanna drown
Don't wanna be found This is not my destiny Oh yeah No twentieth century casualty Oh yeah I don't wanna watch television I don't wanna listen to the radio I don't wanna drown in american society Don't wanna be rich Now can't you see the way they dress They dress Well they're a bloody tax mess I don't wanna go to the movies I don't wanna listen to the company Don't wanna drown in american society |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Down in North Hollywood
There's a guy with long hair He's really, really nice But we had a problem Andres I'm sorry The key is stuck in the lock And we need some A/C It's burning up in here We've got something to tell you Andres I'm sorry Andres I'm sorry Down in north hollywood Know a guy with long hair He's really really nice But we had a problem Andres I'm sorry Andres I'm sorry Andres... |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I suppose I should say a few words here
Let it all out Try to let it all out I like the sign with the blinking light I like the sign it makes me feel alright I like the lights yeah they’re soothing me I like the lights when they get blurry But something out there’s messing with me A strange dose of reality I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I thought a drive might make it okay I thought a drive would take it all away I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Something out there’s messing with me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things bad things I just wanna Bad things, bad things I wanna wanna Bad things, bad things Come on, I wanna Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good And I feel so bad I like the sound of the urban din I like the sound it fits the mood I’m in The city plays it’s manic song The city plays I want to sing along I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Bad things keep happening to me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things, bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna.. Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I just can’t shake what’s hanging over me Bad things bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm lookin' old today
In a very sort of jaded way cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can't remember the summer It's all a blur, yeah It's been pilin' high It's been pilin' up so goddamn high Now I've got baggage I'm probably tagged for life My self-righteous eyes Wanna close the book It's got nothing to do with the looks Can't keep it together, losing my grip Yeah, i've been sinking down Time to abandon ship It's hard to swim with baggage My friends are all strangers They stopped calling weeks ago But guilt's a heavy load It's a very very heavy load Packed in my baggage |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it - tadpole Bite it - tadpole He has a.... to webs... Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby Bite it Tadpole Bite it Tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it Tadpole bite it Tadpole He has a... to webs... Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it - tadpole Bite it - tadpole He has (hides?) a....(?).....to webs.. Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby Bite it Tadpole Bite it Tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it Tadpole bite it Tadpole He has (hides?) a....(?).....to webs.. Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I’ll drink bitter wine
I’ll eat humble pie I’ll do all this For some peace I'll do all this for peace of mind Can we trust each other I'm not your keeper No farewell sister Try to have savoir-faire Pretend like I just don't care You'll do all this just to get high I'll do all this to just get by |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I've got my broomstick, baby
I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here And I ain't gonna grovel What's the use of lying I won't believe you What's the use of crying It won't relieve you I've got my broomstick I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here right now And I ain't gonna grovel |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Are these sensible shoes on my feet
I wear my shades so our eyes don't meet I'm scared every fuckin' day I wear my headphones so i can't hear what you say Can i run Switch to paranoid from having fun Will he use his hands, knife, or a gun Knuckles are white, wrapped around my mace Comes from living in a terrorist state Can i run When he's following me He's not my brother, he's my enemy Is he behind the door or in back of the tree Is he under the bed, is he in the back street Can i run |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Cat-o-nine-tails
Cat-o-nine lives Little pussy purrs, hold her tight and she's yours Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry You're scratchin' me baby Right down to my heart Now claw the couch now that we're apart Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry I love you baby And i don't mean to hound But they're chasin' my heart Now that you're not around Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry Cat-o-nine tails |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Cat-o-nine-tails
Cat-o-nine lives Little pussy purrs, hold her tight and she's yours Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry You're scratchin' me baby Right down to my heart Now claw the couch now that we're apart Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry I love you baby And i don't mean to hound But they're chasin' my heart Now that you're not around Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry Cat-o-nine tails |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Are you gonna join?
Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right Cool out Yeah what's your problem? Cool out Cool out Yeah you're a psycho Just cool out Cool out |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Are you gonna join?
Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right Cool out Yeah what's your problem? Cool out Cool out Yeah you're a psycho Just cool out Cool out |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
She wakes up wet in a shower stall
Sewn together, bangs her head on a wall She goes hitchhiking at 3 a.m. Bruised and bloody, does it over again She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz He's got a car that goes real fast He's got a life but it won't last Doesn't even look disturbed When his chevy takes out the curb He's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss He's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz Passed out drunk on the living room floor Gets up and pukes so she can drink some more And evening's party out in the fringe Turns into a two-week binge She's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Wah wah one and one is two
We got a drama I’m watching TV and I don’t need you Bring on the drama I’ll tell you something and you know it’s true You’re full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue W got a drama Spare me You’re draining me Wah wah one and two is three Bring on the drama There’s something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I’ll tell you something that you’re choking me With all you’re drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me One, two, fuck you Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Her glance hits me like lightning
I heard that girl is fast and frightening Dirty hair and a laugh that's mean Her neighbors call her an evil machine She's fast, she's lean She's frightening She's fast, she's lean She's frightening Popping wheelies on her motorbike Straight girls wish they were dykes She'll do anything on a dare Mom and Daddy's worst nightmare Down at the creek smoking pot She eats the roach so she don't get caught Throws her mini off in the halls Got so much clit she don't need no balls |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Liars, losers, coming at me
What i need is sanctuary Minding my own business Getting in my face Violating my personal space Freak magnet Jerk appeal Something about you Is so not right Nightmare, nightmare In the daylight Asking for my number You wanna give me a call But i've got your message Written on the wall Freak magnet Jerk appeal Always bugging me Why don't you get a clue 'Cause i don't want to Talk to you I know that look in your eye I've seen it before I've given you all of my change But you want something more Freak magnet Jerk appeal |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I've got a word of thanks
Thanks that i'd like to say For the rage that i feel For the rage that i feel today Gotta stack gotta stack Stack of chips on my shoulder In everything i do Cause i made i made i made The mistake, the mistake of trusting you People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah My layers are thick And i got a bad attitude Yeah that knife in my back Has fingerprints that belong to you Gotta grudge gotta grudge gotta grudge That i'm holding for you As long as i live 'Cause you lied you lied you lied And that's something that i can't forgive You liar People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face
All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I got so drunk I don't remember what happened But everybody said I had a real good time I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face Went to a bar I met a guy, he bought me white Russians I puked outside in the parking lot While he tried to kiss me Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I went for drinks in Hollywood Came to somewhere in Hawthorne Broke up a bush, drove into a tree And rolled down a hill with my mouth wide open Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face
All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I got so drunk I don't remember what happened But everybody said I had a real good time I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face Went to a bar I met a guy, he bought me white Russians I puked outside in the parking lot While he tried to kiss me Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I went for drinks in Hollywood Came to somewhere in Hawthorne Broke up a bush, drove into a tree And rolled down a hill with my mouth wide open Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Be honest with me
Really you could be frank Come on and lay it on me Come on and validate me, me I need Enough talk about me Let's talk about you What do you think of me? What do you think about me, me, me... I need.. What about my wants What about my needs I want.. I need... |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Suck this
It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby He's the one who can…(sizzle) He's the one who can…(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO! |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Suck this
It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby He's the one who can????(sizzle) He's the one who can????(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO! |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Taime is a rock star
Just like me Everyone loves him Just like me They all think he's punk Just like me Smack how he picks it up So where's your dignity? Faster, faster, faster....... Well axl is a love god Just like me The girls all love him Just like me But he's so messed up Just like me Doesn't want to give it up So where's your dignity? Guns and, guns and, guns and Guns and, guns and, guns and Well vixen are love gods Just like me Pretty pretty sex things Just like me Dressed up and to pay to play I couldn't live that way Hair spray and bustier Can't fool me Vixen, vixen, vixen Vixen, vixen, vixen Slash is a love god I know it's hard to believe Boys all dig him But boys are easy to please You've got the bimbos swinging Like monkeys in the trees You've got limos and money So where's your dignity? |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Let's rock tonight
Let your hair down Don't be so uptight Come on let's rock and roll You rocked my body Now you're rocking my soul Let's rock Come on let's rock Well are you ready to play I've got my guitar and i'm ready don't wait Come on over And we'll really rock The way you head bang Puts me into a shock Let's rock Come on let's rock Don't be shy, yeah You'd better cook You smell the bait, Now you swallow that hook Now's the time Yeah it's time to smoke Go ahead and laugh 'Cause this ain't no joke Come on Come on let's rock Get off your ass And let's rock |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Let's rock tonight
Let your hair down Don't be so uptight Come on let's rock and roll You rocked my body Now you're rocking my soul Let's rock Come on let's rock Well are you ready to play I've got my guitar and i'm ready don’t wait Come on over And we'll really rock The way you head bang Puts me into a shock Let's rock Come on let's rock Don't be shy, yeah You'd better cook You smell the bait, Now you swallow that hook Now's the time Yeah it's time to smoke Go ahead and laugh 'Cause this ain't no joke Come on Come on let's rock Get off your ass And let's rock |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra
I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Nicola Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Me myself and I
Will never be lonely As long as I Stick together Like glue Without you I lie here on the couch Thinking about potatoes and me And I realize Destined to be French fries Me myself Me myself and I My ship’s been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I’ve got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself and I |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I took a walk in the park
It was scary and dark I looked up at the moon And I wasn't afraid I wasn't afraid She's so bright tonight Shining through the trees She's glowing on you Take a walk with me You can walk with me in the Moonshine If you look at the moon When I look at the moon We're not far away We're connected by the moon Looking at the moon In the Moonshine.. |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She’s gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She's gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out It was so hungry Must have more Love for you My eyes are cold and cracked She cried a river He pulls his hair right out Tries to forgive her Must have more Love for you Love for YOU... It’s in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Love for you Have more Love for you Must have more Love for you |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Non-existent Patricia
Room 426 Non-existent Patricia Does not exist Non-existent Patricia Melts into the walls Was she at the party? No one can recall Non-existent Patricia Did Patricia say something Something I missed It was spoken so softly It didn’t exist Non-existent Patricia What’s on her mind She ain’t saying She’s being kind Non-existent Patricia |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Been dry long enough
My brain and body need some abuse Rake me over the coals And I’ll try to think of an excuse I set a goal and it won’t be hard Hit every bar on the boulevard Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight 'Cause I’m Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon Just how much I’ve embarrassed myself Well I haven’t got a clue Did I throw a drink in your face Or tell you how much I love you Oh shit I lost my ID Hook up the Jagermeister IV Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight Off the wagon I’m off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon Off the wagon wagon wagon wagon - Wee... Set a goal Hit every bar Bad idea Designated Alright, alright Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m off the wagon wagon wagon wagon Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon That’s it... |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I'm all fucked up and I'm mad as hell
Violate your daughter And your son as well I don't give a shit about your crummy lie As long as I'm god, I'm packin' a rod Yeah I'm packin' a rod I'm packing a rod I'm packin' a rod, baby And it's all for you Guns and ammo is what I read My cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleed When you talk to me You best watch what you say My smith and wesson heat Is gonna blow you away And it's all for you Packin' a rod I'm packin' a rod |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm saving my piss in a jar
This depression has gone too far I'm lying here in bed Am i alive or am i dead I'm questioning my sanity The paint chips are kicking in Desperation bubbles my skin There's stuff crawling on the floor Crackers with black books knocking at my door The TV's talking to me I'm questioning my sanity Everybody have a breakdown! I haven't changed my clothes in weeks I'm wallowing in my own stink My ass is sore from lying in bed Am i alive or am i dead? |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Riding with a movie star
Riding with a movie star Yeah Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Go! Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Yeaaaahhh Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls (?) The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I am sick of her attacks
Can't help but i've fallen back I believe in what she says I rent space in her head She has eyes made for crying When she can't lie to get approved Lost time and far removed Can't afford to keep it used I'm getting ready to lose She has eyes made for crying When she hits those hits are so hard Weeping is her first playing card And i believe she believes In what she says This is my last time in her head |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Welcome the first lady to try and qualify in an NHRA-dragster competition ~ Shirley Muldowney!
Feels so real Crushing the steering wheel How many times Must we toe this line Halting me Is a fantasy Cha-cha! call her cha-cha! What's drag racing coming to? How many times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go she's got good traction! I suggest you find a seat in the grandstands, Because you don't want to miss this! She's just here wants What she wants to do I wonder if Shirley's got in her to hold that throttle down kills your joke as she's burning smoke Shirley Muldowney is pulling ahead... and she Takes the red light And you will find Crossing the finish line Shirley Muldowney has just set a new track record! Satisfaction! How much times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go She's got good traction! What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. The lady got through it Winning. What's drag racing coming to? There's nowhere that we don't go What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. |
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from Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm good at feeling bad
I'm even better at feeling worse Some would say life is a charm I'm convinced it is a curse Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again I've learned to make Bad situations my friend It starts all over Just when it should end Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Here comes that familiar pain again I'm low down, i'm feeling ill Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Is there someone i could kill |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Last night i had a dream
It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And everyone was around And you were on the ground And everyone was around Dying, you were dying Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And you were all alone you were all alone You were by a phone But you were all alone Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And your friends were there And all your friends were there In their underwear And all your friends were there And you were dying |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies Plastic drivers in plastic cars Plastic food from plastic jars Frustration is the fuse The flame is hate Tick tick tick Detonate She's the bomb Plastic models in plastic magazines Plastic kings and plastic queens All are seen on plastic TVs Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees What you think, well that's good too But not as much as what they do This fuse burns slow Waiting to blow The world is a heavy load Watch it explode Lawmakers with plastic policies Put plastic locks on their cities In hopes to keep them quiet Well go off Well blow up |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I still get angry
I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo |
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from I Know What You Did Last Summer The Album (1997)
Feeling easy on the outside
But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love the night we ride this ain't the summer of love This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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