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Post lyrics to your favorite songs about death, murder or horror! Bullet
by: The Misfits President's bullet-ridden body in the street Ride, Johnny, ride Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete Ride, Johnny, ride Johnny's wife is frightened Johnny's wife is scared Run, Jackie, run Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head Texas is the reason that the president's dead Ya gotta suck, suck, Jackie, suck President's bullet ridden body in the street Ride, Johnny, ride Kennedys shattered head hits concrete Ride, Johnny, ride Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head Texas is the reason that the president's dead Ya gotta suck, suck, Jackie, suck Arise Jackie-O Jonathan F. Kennedy will rise and be shot down Dirt's gonna be your desert My cum'll be your life's blood And the only way to get it Is to suck Or fuck Or be poor and devoid, and masturbate me Masturbate me, then slurp it from your palm Like a dry desert soakin' up the rain, soakin' up the sun Like a dry desert soakin' up the rain, soakin' up the sun ... [This message was edited Sun Dec 8 12:21:07 PST 2002 by IceNine] SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia
He was on his way home from Candletop Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop At Webb's and have him a drink for he went home to her Andy Wo-Lo said hello He said "Hi what's a doing" Wo said "Sit down I got some bad news that's gonna hurt" Said I'm your best friend and you know that's right But your young bride ain't home tonight Since you been gone she's been seeing that Amos boy Seth He got mad and he saw red Andy said boy don't you lose your head Cause to tell you the truth I've been with her myself That's the night the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands Andy got scared and left the bar Walking on home cause he didn't live far you see Andy didn't have many friends and he just lost him one Brother thought his wife must've left town So he went home and finally found the only thing Daddy had left him and that was a gun He went off to Andy's house Slipping through the back woods quiet as a mouse Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make He looked through the screen at the back porch door He saw Andy lying on the floor In a puddle of blood and he started to shake The Georgia patrol was making their rounds So he fired a shot just to flag em down And a big bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said "Why'd you do it?" The judge said guilty on a make believe trial Slapped the sherrif on the back with a smile and said "Suppers waiting at home and I've got to get to it" That's the night the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands They hung my brother before I could say The tracks he saw while on his way To Andy's house and back that night were mine And his cheatin wife had never left town And that's one body that'll be found You see little sister don't miss when she aims her gun That's the night the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands That's the night the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands "Climb in my fur." | |
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Another timeless classic:
MOMMY, CAN I GO OUT AND KILL TONIGHT? 1, 2, 3, 4 Singled out the kids who are mean to me Get straight A's but they still make fun I don't give a, I'll laugh last Stayed in every night Do my homework so I'll be smart Girls all say I'm a little fucked Mommy I'm a good boy Mommy I'm a fuckin' savior Mommy I'm alive Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight Rip the veins from human necks Until they're wet with life Razor-blades love teenage flesh An epidermoty I'll bring back a souvenir For it's my mommy's dream Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Killed a girl on lovers' lane I kept her toes and teeth Every night I stalk around until I find my keep I'll bring back a souvenir For it's my mommy's dream Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Killed a girl on lovers lane I kept her toes and teeth Every night I stalk around until I find my keep, mommy I'll bring back a souvenir For it's my mommy's dream Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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Police, The
Synchronicity (1983) Murder By Numbers Once that you've decided on a killing First you make a stone of your heart And if you find that your hands are still willing Then you can turn a murder into art There really isn't need for bloodshed You just do it with a little more finesse If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee Then it avoids an awful lot of mess It's murder by numbers one two three It's as easy to learn as your ABC Now if you have a taste for this experience And you're flushed with your very first success Then you must try a twosome or a threesome And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less Because murder is like anything you take to It's a habit-forming need for more and more You can bump off every member of your family And anybody else you find a bore Because it's murder by numbers one two three It's as easy to learn as your ABC Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious In history's great dark hall of fame All our famous killers were industrious At least the ones that we all know by name But you can reach the top of your profession If you become the leader of the land For murder is the sport of the elected And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand ==========================
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Dancin' With Mr. D
Rolling Stones Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst The air smells sweet, the air smells sick He never smiles, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. D. And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. Will it be poison put in my glass Will it be slow or will it be fast? The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night Hiding in a corner in New York City Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. One night I was dancin' with a lady in black Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones The eyes in her skull was burning like coals Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone I was dancin' with Mrs. D. Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin' Goats Head Soup edit [This message was edited Sun Dec 8 10:49:18 PST 2002 by 2the9s] | |
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Copacabana
Barry Manilow Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there She would merengue and do the cha-cha But while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar Across the crowded floor, he worked from 8 til 4 They were young and they had each other Who could ask for more? At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana) The hottest spot north of Havana (here) At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana Music and passion were always in fashion At the Copa...they fell in love. His name was Rico. He wore a diamond. He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there And when she finished, he called her over, But Rico went a bit to far, Tony sailed across the bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gun shot But just who shot who? At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana) The hottest spot north of Havana (here) At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana Music and passion were always in fashion At the Copa...she lost her love. Copa... Copacabana... music and passion... always the fashion... Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl, But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show. Now it's a disco, but not for Lola, Still in the dress she used to wear, Faded feathers in her hair. She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind. She lost her youth and she lost her Tony, Now she's lost her mind! At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana) The hottest spot north of Havana (here) At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana Music and passion were always in fashion At the Copa...don't fall in love. "Climb in my fur." | |
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Boob said: Police, The
Synchronicity (1983) Murder By Numbers Once that you've decided on a killing First you make a stone of your heart And if you find that your hands are still willing Then you can turn a murder into art There really isn't need for bloodshed You just do it with a little more finesse If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee Then it avoids an awful lot of mess It's murder by numbers one two three It's as easy to learn as your ABC Now if you have a taste for this experience And you're flushed with your very first success Then you must try a twosome or a threesome And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less Because murder is like anything you take to It's a habit-forming need for more and more You can bump off every member of your family And anybody else you find a bore Because it's murder by numbers one two three It's as easy to learn as your ABC Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious In history's great dark hall of fame All our famous killers were industrious At least the ones that we all know by name But you can reach the top of your profession If you become the leader of the land For murder is the sport of the elected And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand "Climb in my fur." | |
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FUNLAND AT THE PARK
by: Dead Kennedys Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat hands spill their pop Oh babe - lots of flags and ballons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last night Ran a turn and then it smashed right down Through the crowded haunted house below Oh No Human hamburger No And it's Crushed little Kids Crushed little Kids Crushed little Kids Adorn the boardwalk See the tourists drop their jaws and cones See the owners smell a big lawsuit Oh Police! (call your lawyer first) Make the witnesses go home And they'll turn on the TV And see the crushed little kids Adorn the boardwalk. SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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Not song lyrics, but good:
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. -- Dorothy Parker | |
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Elvis Costello
Tramp The Dirt Down I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I hope I don't die too soon I pray the Lord my soul to save Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour That's when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down When England was the whore of the world Margeret was her madam And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment And then expect you to say "Thank you" straighten up, look proud and pleased Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed Who takes all the glory and none of the shame Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down ==========================
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TOO MUCH BLOOD
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) I want to dance, I want to sing I want to bust up everything To make some love I want to dance, I want to sing I want to bust up everything And make some love I can feel it in the air Feel it up above Feel the tension everywhere There is too much blood Too much blood, well alright Everything you see On the movie screen is tame Everything's gonna be arranged A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the bones. You don't believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. We drive through there every day. I want to dance, I want to sing I want to bust up everything Be number one, yeah I want to dance, I want to sing I want to bust up everything And have some fun I can feel it everywhere Feel it up above Feel the tension in the air There is too much blood, too much blood Too much, yeah too much blood, alright Did you ever see 'Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn't it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? I say, "yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get scared there's a bloke running around with a fucking chain saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don't saw off me leg, don't saw off me arm." When I get to the movies, you know I'd like to see something more romantic, you know. Like 'An Officer and a Gentleman' or something. Something you can take the wife to, you know what I mean? Yeah! I want to dance, I want to sing I want to bust up everything And have some fun I want to dance, I want to sing I want to bust up everything And make some love I can feel it everywhere Feel it up above Feel the tension in the air There is too much blood, too much blood Oh yeah Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't despair There's still so much love Pretty ladies, don't despair Too much, too much, yeah Too much blood, too much blood Too much too much blood, too much blood Too much blood, too much blood... "Climb in my fur." | |
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Favourite Hour
by: Elvis Costello Figure hanging on a leather band Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime So stay the hands, arrest the time 'Till I am captured by your touch Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip and polish this unvarnished truth The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse So stay the hands, arrest the time 'Till I am captured by your touch Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Pull out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste ... [This message was edited Sun Dec 8 11:02:30 PST 2002 by IceNine] SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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Can't forget this classic from Spike
Elvis Costello LET HIM DANGLE Bentley said to Craig "Let him have it Chris" They still don't know today just what he meant by this Craig fired the pistol, but was too young to swing So the police took Bentley and the very next thing Let him dangle Let him dangle Bentley had surrendered, he was under arrest, when he gave Chris Craig that fatal request Craig shot Sidney miles, he took Bentley's word The prosecution claimed as they charged them with murder Let him dangle Let him dangle They say Derek Bentley was easily led Well what's that to the woman that Sidney Miles wed Though guilty was the verdict, and Craig had shot him dead The gallows were for Bentley and still she never said Let him dangle Let him dangle Well it's hard to imagine it's the times that have changed When there's a murder in the kitchen that is brutal and strange If killing anybody is a terrible crime Why does this bloodthirsty chorus come 'round from time to time Let him dangle Not many people thought that Bentley would hang But the word never came, the phone never rang Outside Wandsworth Prison there was horror and hate As the hangman shook Bentley's hand to calculate his weight Let him dangle ==========================
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But I might die tonight!
Cat Stevens I don't want to work away Doing just what they all say Work hard boy and you'll find One day you'll have a job like mine 'Cause I know for sure Nobody should be that poor To say yes or sink low Because you happen to say so, say so, you say so I don't want to work away Doing just what they all say Work hard boy and you'll find One day you'll have a job like mine, job like mine, a job like mine Be wise, look ahead Use your eyes he said Be straight, think right But I might die tonight! | |
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Sword Of Damocles - Externally
Lou Reed I see The Sword of Damocles is right above your head They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed But radiation kills both bad and good it can not differentiate So to cure you they must kill you The Sword of Damocles hangs above your head Now I have seen lots of peoples die from car crashes or drugs Last night on 33rd st. I saw a kid get hit by a bus Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives is very hard to take To cure you they must kill you The Sword of Damocles above your head That mix of morphine and dexedrine we use it on the street It kills the pain and keeps you up your very soul to keep But this guessing game has its own rules the good don't always win and might makes right The Sword of Damocles is hanging above your head It seems everything's done that must be done from over here though things don't seem fair But there are things that we can't know maybe there's something over there Some other world that we don't know about I know you hate that mystic shit It's just another way of seeing The Sword of Damocles above your head | |
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MIDNIGHT RAMBLER
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Did you hear about the midnight rambler Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler The one that shut the kitchen door He don't give you a hoot of warning Wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He split the time the cock'rel crows Talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before Talkin' about the midnight gambler Did you see him jump the garden wall Sighin' down the wind so sadly Listen and you'll hear him moan Well, talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler Yeah, the one you never seen before Oh don't do that, oh don't do that, oh don't do that Don't you do that, don't you do that (repeat) Oh don't do that, oh don't do that (repeat) Well you heard about the Boston... It's not one of those Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...sh... The one that closed the bedroom door I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger The knife-sharpened tippie-toe... Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler You know, the one you never seen before So if you ever meet the midnight rambler Coming down your marble hall Well he's pouncing like proud black panther Well, you can say I, I told you so! Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler Play it easy, as you go I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door! Did you hear about the midnight rambler He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall And did you hear about the midnight gambler And did you see me make my midnight call And if you ever catch the midnight rambler I'll steal your mistress from under your nose I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby And it hurts! "Climb in my fur." | |
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Can't forget prince
Sometimes it snows in April Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war, just after I'd wiped away his last tear I guess he's better off than he was before, A whole lot better off than the fools he left here I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend Those kind of cars don't pass u every day I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again, But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way... Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish life was never ending, and all good things, they say, never last Springtime was always my favorite time of year, A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized No, staring at his picture I realized No one could cry the way my Tracy cried Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending, And all good things, they say, never last I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there I know that he has found another friend Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish that life was never ending, But all good things, they say, never last All good things that say, never last And love, it isn't love until it's past ==========================
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Oh, why not...
Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven? Would you feel the same if I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven... Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven? Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven? I'll find my way through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven... Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees Time can break your heart, have you begging please... Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven... Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven? Would you feel the same if I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven... SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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Dirt in the Ground
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We're all gonna be in the same place When we die Your spirit don't leave knowing Your face or your name And the wind through your bones Is all that remains And we're all gonna be We're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard The blood writes the word I want to know am I the sky Or a bird 'Cause hell is boiling over And heaven is full We're chained to the world And we all gotta pull And we're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now the killer was smiling With nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs And the gallows groaned And the people's hearts were pounding They were throbbing, they were red As he swung out ofver the crowd I heard the hangman said We're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now Cain slew Abel He killed him with a stone The sky cracked open And the thunder groaned Along a river of flesh Can these dry bones live? Ask a king or a beggar And the answer they'll give Is we're all gonna be Yea yeah We're all gonna be just Dirt in the ground | |
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Lucky Tonight
by: The Dwarves I hope that I get lucky tonight and die Die die I hope that I get lucky tonight and die I don't know how and I don't know why Kiss my bloody corpse goodbye I hope that I get lucky tonight and die I hope that I'll be coughin' up blood tonight I hope that I'll be coughin' up blood In broad daylight Yeah coughin' up blood and shittin' downtown Watch the people go round and around I hope that I get lucky tonight and die But I don't care what you do Don't care what you say Fuck the whole planet anyway I hope that I get lucky tonight and die SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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SHIPBUILDING
ELVIS COSTELLO Is it worth it A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS' It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people get killed in The result of this shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards And notifying the next of kin Once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS | |
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One Tin Soldier-Legend of Billy Jack
by Dennis Lambert and Brian Potter Listen children to a story, That was written long ago, About a kingdom on a mountain, And the valley folk below. On the mountain was a treasure, Buried deep beneath a stone, And the valley people swore They'd have it for their very own. Chorus: Go ahead and hate your neighbour, Go ahead and hate a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trupets blowing, When comes the judgement day. On the bloody morning after, One tin soldier rides away. So the people of the the valley, Sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure, Tonnes of gold for which they'd kill. Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share, All the secrets of the mountain, All the riches buried there." Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses, draw your swords," And they killed the mountain people, So they won their just reward. As they stood beside the treasure, On a mountain, dark and red, Turned the stone and looked benith it, Peace on Earth was all it said. Chorus: Go ahead and hate your neighbour, Go ahead and hate a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trupets blowing, When comes the judgement day. On the bloody morning after, One tin soldier rides away. "Climb in my fur." | |
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Henry Gross
Shannon Another day is at end Mama says she's tired again No one can even begin to tell her I hardly know what to say But maybe it's better than way Is papa were here I'm sure he'd tell he Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea She always loved to swim away Maybe she'll find an island With a shady tree Just like the one in our backyard Mama tried hard to pretend Things will get better again Somehow she's keeping It all inside her But finally the tears fill our eyes And I know that somewhere tonight She knows how much we really miss her Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea She always loved to swim away Maybe she'll find an island With a shady tree Just like the one in our backyard . [This message was edited Sun Dec 8 11:42:36 PST 2002 by rdhull] "Climb in my fur." | |
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Saturday Night
By: The Dwarves Every night is a Saturday night Every day is a beautiful day Every night is a Saturday night to me As I walk down life's lonely highway I have a random thought My only consolation is that I never will get caught It's a shame the kind of pain that I inflict, it's sick. But I wrote my lifetime stories on a brick Here it comes right now! Every night is a Saturday night Every day is a beautiful day Every night is a Saturday night To me, to me... all right! I once had a girl in Phoenix by the railroad track I left that girl in pieces in an Arizona shack It's a shame, but I'm to blame That I'll admit that I'm shit But I know that deep down low you're loving it Every night is a Saturday night Every day is a beautiful day Every night is a Saturday night To me, to me... all right! SUPERJOINT RITUAL - http://www.superjointritual.com
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Boomtown Rats - I don't like mondays
The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload, And nobody's gonna go to school today, She's going to make them stay at home, And daddy doesn't understand it, He always said she was as good as gold, And he can see no reason Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown Tell me why I Dont't like Mondays I want to shoot The whole day down The Telex machine is kept so clean As it types to a waiting world, And Mother feels so shocked, Father's world is rocked, And their thoughts turn to Their own little girl Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen, No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat, They can see no reasons Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown Tell me why ... All the playing's stopped in the playground now She wants to play with her toys a while And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is how to die, And then the bullhorn crackles, And the captain crackles, With the problems and the how's and why's And he can see no reasons Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to die The silicon chip ... Tell me why ... (Bob Geldof) | |
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Ring around the rosie...a pocket full of posies...ashes, ashes, we all fall down!
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Rock a bye baby
On the tree top When the wind blows The cradle will rock When the bow breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby Cradle and all... | |
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Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet Eating her curds and whey Along came a spider Who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away! | |
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Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after! | |
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Sunny Sunday
by Joni Mitchell She pulls the shade It's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday She waits for the night to fall Then she points a pistol through the door And she aims at the streetlight While the freeway hisses Dogs bark as the gun falls to the floor The streetlight's still burning She always misses But the day she hits That's the day she'll leave That one little victory, that's all she needs She pulls the shade It's just another sunny Monday She waits for the night to fall | |
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