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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
Way too late to set things straight
Push too hard by keeping me waiting
Going down, no way up
No use in telling you've been fucked
Slowmotion shadows, noone around
Silence ringing with another sound
I got city's burning in my head
My mind ghouls wanna get fed
TAB kinda makes you freak
Fucks up the way you speak
Creepy crawling sneak
Upon you - drives you to a peak
Way too late to set things straight
Push too hard by keeping me waiting
Going down, no way up
No use in telling you've been fucked
TAB kinda makes you freak
Fucks up the way you speak
Creepy crawling sneak
Upon you - drives you to a peak
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from The Hellacopters - Payin' The Dues (2002)
Do you know what to do
When the world come crashin'
Down at your chances
When it's fallin' apart
Do you know what to do
Well are you gonna cry
And moan about what's turned sour
It's all about you in the end
So go get a clue
Now is right now
Tomorrow will never be
I'm givin' you insight now
So get a life and stop
Looking at me
And figure out what to do
And what the scheme and the plan is
When sweet today get sour tomorrow
Will you pull it thru'
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from The Hellacopters - Payin' The Dues (2002)
Since I left I've been gone so long & I can't turn back
I don't miss what I never had or what I lack
Hard to hit a shot from the hip hot steamin' lead
I'm thru' getting fucked and giving head
Hellbound - gimme one more round
I can take a stand - you know I'm damned
Like no other man
I'm tired so sick & tired of breakin' down
Won't be no one here to greet you when you come around
Crossroads alleys and empty streets
Burn my feet on the glow runnin' from the heat
Can't turn around
Burned my bridges down
Road of empty cans
Lost in a devil's dance
Can't find no rest keep on goin' and set my pace
Ain't no such thing called home there ain't no such place
I won't come around won't come around no more
You know as well as I the whole thing's a bore
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from The Hellacopters - Payin' The Dues (2002)
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
Can't stay out, I gotta get in
Into my car an' go for a spin
Oh man it just feels so great
To drive that good ol' V8 yeah!
I crank up the music on the radio
An' I don't care for nuthin' else
I got a need to drive so fast
I just hope it last ... and it's such a blast!
Can't stay here, gotta get in gear
Get my ass a long way from here
I really haven't got much to lose
So it's not at all hard to choose
I crank up the music on the radio
An' I don't care for nuthin' else
I got a need to drive so fast
I just hope it last ... and it's such a blast!
Such a blast baby!
Can't stay inside, I know I should
Get some action under the hood
I'll go 200 miles an hour
With my 300 horsepower
I crank up the music on the radio
An' I don't care for nuthin' else
I got a need to drive so fast
I just hope it last ... and it's such a blast!
And it's such a blast!
Yeah it's such a blast!
Yeah it's such a blast!
Oh yeah!!! Wow, wow!
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
Yeah!
You're pushin' your luck
You wanna come on thru'
You're pushin' it too hard
You don't know what to do
You wanna get around
You're gonna fuck it all up
You walk on dangerous ground
With the meat in your mouth
For everyone to see
But hey you ain't foolin' me no!
You're caught in a trap
I know you just can't take it (you just think you're good)
Caught up so bad
Well did you think you could fake it (you're just a fake)
Well all you wanna be
It's all fake
But you're just too blind to see
And when the walls come crashing down yeah
You're all alone and no one's around
You don't know
You don't know what it takes to get there
You don't know no
You don't know what it takes to get there oh no
You're pushin' your luck girl
You walk on dangerous ground
You're gonna fuck it all up now
'Cuz you wanna get around
You're pushin' your luck girl
You wanna come on through
Pushin' it too hard now baby
'Cuz you don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Yeah you don't know what to do
Yeah you don't know what to do
You don't know
You don't know what it takes to get there
You don't know (no you don't know)
You don't know what it takes to get there
You don't know (no you don't know)
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
Huh!
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
Well, I've been around
I've seen the sights I've heard the sounds
Met some freaks
Sideshow honey super-psyched-out geeks
And I've been tryin' it
It's my bed baby I will lie in it
No shit
Don't give a damn 'cuz my cigarette is lit
I'm alone
I've seen the sights and it has shown me lot
It's not impressive
But I won't stop - or get down
I'm on the edge but I'll be around
No shit
Don't give a damn 'cuz my cigarette is lit
It's the truth baby I got a right
Fix me up with 3-D sight
It's the truth honey what can I say
It can't help me anyway
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot huh!
Go!
It's the truth baby I got a right
Fix me up with 3-D sight
It's the truth honey what can I say
It can't help me anyway
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot
Random riot huh!
Wow!
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
How could I care about getting a day job
How could I care about having a plan
If you get hit by a car you won't make it far
So I'm just plain' in a rock'n'roll band
How could I care about what's goin' down here
How could I care about what's on the news
How could I care about bein' among and take a stand
For all I care I'm just bein' used yeah!
How could I care about my own country
How could I care about what's yours or mine
How could I care about fuckin' politics
When all I want is just a bottle of wine
I don't care 'cuz I know it doesn't mean a thing
Keep comin' back
Always ready for attack
Yes I'm aware ... but tell me
How could I care?
Alright! C'mon!
How could I care about showing feelings
How could I care about responding to yours
How could I care about damn psychology
When I can walk right thru' this door
How could I care about bein' hostile
How could I care about makin' friends
'Cuz when you turn around there's noone to be found
So you're better off with none in the end
I don't care 'cuz I know it doesn't mean a thing
Keep comin' back
Always ready for attack
Yes I'm aware ... but tell me
How could I care?
How could I care? Wow yeah!
Hey! Huh!
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from The Hellacopters - Payin' The Dues (2002)
Here I go now
I'm on the prowl
For plugged in - psyched out -
Fuel injected action
Gonna hit the lights now
You gotta hear me growl
Burnin' rubber - total satisfaction
I'm a live wire yeah ok
Go ahead punk make my day
Look I don't beat clocks
It's a riot on the rocks
Gotta get some kicks now
Gas I devour
Rockin' & rollin' over
I'm the main attraction
Alright - ok - right now - oh yeah!
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
Huh!
Sweet little 16 is just getting sober
Trying to recover from a devils hangover yeah!
Says she's going straight, but she's just up around the bend
That she'll go into rehab with the cash that mommy sent on yeah!
She knew that bad guys they date tough chicks
That's how she got her habit and her ticks
You bore me!
You fucking bore me!
Yeah you bore me!
Yeah you're boring and you're not alone
Boo!
Says she will but you know she ain't
Thinks she's really cleaver but she only faint
Face to face with suicide
Fuckin' up every time oh yeah!
She knew that bad guys they date tough chicks
That's how she got her habit and her ticks
You bore me!
You fucking bore me!
Yeah you bore me!
Yeah you're boring and you're not alone
Wow!!!
Lookin' forty but she's twentysix
Will blow you for a fix
Lying bleedin' on the bathroom floor
Headin' for the final score
You bore me!
You fucking bore me!
Yeah you bore me!
Yeah you're boring and you're not alone
You bore me!
You fucking bore me!
Yeah you bore me!
Yeah you're boring
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
Huh!
Staying straight got me so strung out
Being sure just put me in doubt
Your teaching really made me dumb
Don't call me slacker 'cuz I am a bum!
Hang around the wrong kind of streets
Can't get out but I can take the heat
Smokin' cigarettes 'til I choke
'Cuz I was born baby born to be broke
Born broke
Oh yes I'm born broke
Oh yes I'm born broke
Born broke ohh!
Down another six-pack
Please get 'em off my back
If I can keep the I.R.S. away
From my guitar I will be O.K.
'Cuz I'm broke Oh yes I'm born broke
Oh yes I'm born broke
I'm born broke
Born broke
Oh yeah-yeah!
Staying straight got me so strung out
Being sure just put me in doubt
Your teaching really made me dumb
Don't call me slacker 'cuz I am a bum!
Hang around the wrong kind of streets
Can't get out but I can take the heat
Smokin' cigarettes 'til I choke
'Cuz I was born baby born to be broke
Born broke
Oh yes I'm born broke
Oh yes I'm born broke
Yes I'm born broke ohh!
I'm broke
Yes I'm born broke
Yes I'm born broke
Yes I'm born broke
Yeah!!!
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
I got time for some rock'n'roll
Never really cared about my soul
Workin' all day won't get me far
So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car
Pack of smokes and a bottle of wine
9-5 can't make it rhyme
Time's right now, I gwanna get some kicks
Booze, tough chicks and spaghetti flicks
Oh yeah!!!
Oh yeah, I think I've made up my mind
Can't wait 'cuz I ain't got the time
Standing at the crossroads with my guitar
I take the one to the left and I will be a star
I got time for some rock'n'roll
Never really cared about my soul
Workin' all day won't get me far
So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car
Oh yeah!!!
To hell I will be damned
Fire Fire Fire
To hell I will be damned
Yeah!!!
Fire Fire Fire
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
In her voice I sensed reality
So I walked out through the door
My sneakers suckin' up rain from the street
And there was nowhere to score
Spent that night in a park
Slept under a tree
At dawn the cops came by
And took a beating on me
And took a beating on me
Yeah, you bet them bastards
Took a beating on me
Oh, yeah
Next day I went back to her place
And found my stuff lying on her stairs
All my records and comic books she had trashed
So I left it all there
Spent another night in the park
I will go back but I don't know when
Smoke a cigarette and wait for the cops
To come back and beat me again
Come back and beat me again
Yeah, you bet them pigs came back
To beat me again
I ain't got much but I still got pride
Another day and another ride
When will it end, I just can't tell
Every day a 24 H Hell
I ain't got much but I still got pride
Another day and another ride
When will it end, I just can't tell
Every day a 24 H Hell
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from The Hellacopters - Supershitty To The Max! (2002)
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from The Hellacopters - Grande Rock (2001)
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from The Hellacopters - Grande Rock (2001)
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