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Trust and you'll be trustedSays the liar to the foolLust and so what if you're busted?In love and war there ain't no rulesDo you believe in forever?I don't even believe in tomorrowThe only things that last foreverAre memories and sorrowOut of sight out of mindThe motto of betrayalThe prophets preach to forgive and forgetI'm sorry, but I am unableB) coitus interruptusC) I Know You're Fucking Someone ElseYou went to L'amour Saturday nightRed nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tightHis tongue down your throatHis hand up your skirtYeah I'm a manBut it still hurtsSlutWhoreCuntI know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)I know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)You had cock on your mindAnd cum on your breathInserted that diaphragm before you leftPracticing freelance gynecologyWhere there's a womb there's a wayWith you it's for freeSlutWhoreCuntI know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)I know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)Done it beforeTime after timeRefused to learn your lessonGave 'til it hurtThought it was rightOnly fools make mistakes twiceSo you sit homeDrinking aloneEmpty bottle in your handDon't even tryTo sort out the liesIt's worse to try to understandYouYou make me hate myselfI know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)I know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)I know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)I know you're fucking someone else(He knows you're fucking someone else)I know(He knows)I said I know(He said he knows)I know(He knows
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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall An image burning in her mind And between her thighs A dying God-man full of pain When will you cum again? Before him beg to serve or please On your back or knees There's no forgiveness for her sins Prefers punishment? Would you suffer eternally Or internally? For her lust She'll burn in hell Her soul done medium well All through mass manual stimulation Salvation Body of Christ She needs The body of Christ She'd like to know God Ooh love God Feel her God Inside of here - deep inside of her Jesus Christ looks like me |
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| 3. |
| 4:40 |
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I went looking for trouble and boy - i found her
She's in love with herself - she likes the dark on her milk white neck - the Devil's mark Now it's all Hallows Eve - the moon is full will she trick or treat - i bet she will she will - happy halloween - baby She's got a date at midnight - with Nosferatu oh baby, Lilly Munster - ain't got nothing on you Well when i called her evil - she just laughed well cast that spell on me - boo bitch craft Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing you can't go out 'cause your roots are showing dye em black - dye em black Black black black black No. 1 black black black black No. 1 Little wolf skin boots - and clove cigarettes an erotic funeral - for witch she's dressed her perfume smells like - burning leaves everyday is halloween Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing you can't go out 'cause your roots are showing dye em black - dye em black Black black black black No. 1 she dyes em black black black black No. 1 Loving you - loving you - love love loving you was like loving the dead loving you - loving you love love loving you was like - loving the dead Loving you was like loving the dead - loving you was like loving the dead - loving you was like loving the dead was like loving the dead - was like loving the dead - was like loving the dead Sacre bleu Loving you - loving you - love love loving you was like loving the dead - was like fucking the dead loving you was like loving the dead - loving you was like loving the dead - loving you was like loving the dead - was like loving the dead loving you - loving you - loving you - loving you - loving you - loving you was like loving the dead was like loving the dead was like loving the dead Black black black black No. 1 she dyes it black black black black No. 1 Ooh yeah Black black black black No. 1 black black black black No. 1 |
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| 4. |
| 7:53 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:51 |
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In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get.. yeah ... Ahhhh Let me love you to Let me love you to death to death ... Ahhhh let me love you - to - Ahhhh let me love you - to - death - to death ... Hey am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I? - for you Am I? - for you Am I good enough? For you? |
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| 6. |
| 3:49 |
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| 7. |
| 4:08 |
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I want to live with a cinnamon girl I could be happy the rest of my life With her and...... A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together, chase the moonlight, My cinnamon girl. Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow The drummer relaxes and waits between shows Between the shows A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together, chase the moonlight, My cinnamon girl. Pa sent me money now I'm gonna make it somehow I need another chance You see your baby loves to dance Yeah...yeah...yeah. My cinnamon girl........... |
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| 8. |
| 4:41 |
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Seems three years or maybe four
Someone drops dead, whom I adore You love someone, there will be grief A kiss of death, lips of a thief, oh, goddammit A dusty stack of photographs Of times I cried but mostly laughed Commit the past, into blue flame Acrid smoke, cowardly shame now, oh, goddammit At times I'm truly terrified 'Cause dope and booze, don't help to hide They're used to mask, a weakling's hurt It's just like painting, over dirt Everyone I love is, dead Everyone I love is, dead, all dead Life's a game I cannot win Both good and bad, must surely end The mirrors, always tell the truth I love myself, for hating you [Incomprehensible] Everyone I love is, dead, everyone I love is, dead Everyone I love is, dead, everyone I love is, dead Oh, goddammit, oh, goddammit All dead, all dead They're all dead, they're all dead, they're all dead They're all dead, they're all dead, they're all dead They're all dead, they're all dead, all dead, oh, goddammit |
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| 9. |
| 4:37 |
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Well i loved my aunt - but she died
and my uncle lou - then he died I'm searching for something which can't be found - but i'm hoping i still dream of dad - though he died Everything dies - everything dies My ma's so sick - she might die though my girl's quite fit - she will die Still looking for someone who was around - barely coping now i hate myself - wish i'd die Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you no no no no No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything - no no no no Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything |
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| 5:57 |
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Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound It's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big fat tires And everything I love it and I need it I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl She stays close on every bend She's a killing machine She's got everything Like a moving mouth body control And everything I love her I need her I seed her Yeah She turns me on Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head Now that I'm on the road again I'm in heaven again I've got everything Like a moving ground an open road And everything I love it and I need it I seed it Eight cylinders all mine Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound It's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big Fat tires and everything I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star |
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| 11. |
| 3:49 |
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I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore, more Men are throwing at his home Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are blue Could it be worse? Quite doubtful... I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack He fell asleep in the snow Never woke up, died alone I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... I don't wanna be |
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| 12. |
| 6:47 |
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Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctores and thieves, they both wear masks Overpaid meat magicians Life is killing me Your doctorate and Ph.D. Would wipe my ass etched in feces Will not cure your affliction Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele And your face too, they're just a blur Can't improve my condition Life is killing me Appointment made, waited three hours Did not realize you had such power I'd rather see a mortician Your parents saved or had the bucks Your education stems from luck Future corpse: death by physician I have no choice: devoid of rights So pull the plug, it's my damned life Keep me alive to increase your bill A Red Cross hell? - the hospital! Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Just who do you think you are? Medical school don't make you God Now I don't care what you've been taught Just get me off this life support Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Life is killing me |
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