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Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me up, gimme some food to eat In your truck, goin' no place I'll be home, talkin' to nobody You'll be strange, you'll be far away Big fat moon And my body's out of tune With the burnin' waves She's a billion years away Dog food on the floor And I been like this before She is all And everything else is small Pick me up, gimme some alcohol In your truck, playin' the radio I'll be home with the gasoline You'll be stoned, you'll be far away Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She is all and everything else is small |
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It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonder wheel, let my thunder peel Made an effort to get just what I deserve I got all maxed out, I gotta fax some doubt She was jumping around, she's probably never coming down In the thick and thin, I couldn't find it again Between the slimy ??? ??? Now I'm rolling in sweat With a cold cigarette And a taco in my jeans On the levee she glides She's got such hairy thighs I got taken by surprise By the shifting moon, yeah! It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonder wheel, she makes my thunder peel I made an effort to get just what I deserve Yeah! |
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Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me And I don't mind bein' afraid Old man with no clothes Leanin' on my fence Tell me where the money goes And the food don't taste the same I'm gettin' fast at being the last To know I don't need to waste no time You can call me once a week Tell me where I been Phony lady layin' flat on the road And the helicopter goin' by And I'm down to the sound of the sky turned brown And I'm lovin' everything you say I don't think it's funny When you shave both of my arms Lately I been spittin' out things That I didn't mean to say But that's alright, now You don't listen to me anyway |
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No money, no honey
No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No honey, no money No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey (C'mon motherfucker) |
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It's August 6th, 1982.
And uh, we were jammin' over at the house. My pants caught on fire. We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken. And uh, got some food and... I got some food and came home and got a call, uh... No wait, I got some calls then, uh, came home Then I got some food. Came home, got some food and then :::cough::: got some calls, uh... Couldn't find the fridge for a while and... Wait, first we couldn't...we got the food and then... No wait, first we had the fridge. |
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She got the soul
Yeah, she got's the soul And she got's the soul Now, she got some soul She got a finger snap With the lit cigarette On my birthday cake And she's the kickin' the shit Ah, yeah She rock 'n' roll She got the soul She rock 'n' roll She got the soul She rock 'n' roll She got some soul She rock and roll She got the soul Oh yeah, bring it on down, (etc.) |
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There's s dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long 'cause the troubles in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak Satan came down dressed like a snake Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone |
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Amanda, light of the man's life
Make sure the faith in the light and make heard The greatest woman The greatest woman To be the man's greatest wife I thought it all over, lord knows I've tried It's a awful great struggle in any man's life To look in the mirror in total surprise At the great hair on her shoulders And the great big, big beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes Aman... |
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My throat muscles are clearly shredded.
You tell no one Nobody Beating on you No defenses False faces Bloody wallet Ripping out your head Put on my clothes No, I wouldn't want you Where the blood is washed off Where the blood is washed off And I got no focus Got no focus |
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It's, uh, November 6th, 1945, and we...
...went up to, and uh, back to the house and watched MTV... ...and playin' Pac-Man. It's all really gross and all the kids were diseased. Giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath... ...electro-magnetic fuse...guys with flamethrowers...melting. Taco trucks were crashed. There was sausage meat all over the... Sasquatch was eating a burrito. |
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I thought I heard a chainsaw
Rather late last night I woke this mornin' and I knew I was right I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues I knew we were in trouble I knew she lost her head When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues (little beck skat riff) I'm layin' in my grave All I do is grunt 'Cause the undertaker got all mixed up And put my ass in the front I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues (achoo!) |
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Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy
Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy can I get a little echo on this? Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy What does it mean? The fire is green The demons just came through the window Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Big-league man The future looks dim Using the point of forever Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy! You're the man How can I grasp your power? I'm sittin' here lookin' at this keychain And you... uh There's mascara bleeding out of your eyes The microphone is in flames And there's a giant chicken claw above your head Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy |
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I'm sitting on an embankment on a highway going through, uh, rural Georgia... and
there was a dead wild cat and a bottle of beer that had been... that had never opened ... and I drank the beer. |
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Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one And after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat And the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!" Well, they placed me on the altar and they raised up the axe My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below And I realized I was in a rock video So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage Oh, yeah, started 'em all Made a lot of money Oh, yeah, I'm makin' it And I gave it all away Give it all to me Well, the band got killed Ah, bunch of losers So I started a solo career Aha, yeah And I won all the awards Get 'em all now And I drank all the beer Drink it all up; get funky I opened up a taco stand Aha Just to smell the smell Oho Cookin' with the devil Fryin' down in hell |
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Today's, uh, August 4th, 1982.
I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with. There was a Weed-Wacker...we stole two of them. A cop car was on fire. My friend Scott, he was running and he, uh, slipped on a Twinkie. And his nose was covered with blood... The security helicopter shot a spotlight... Somebody pulled their pants d... |
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I got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap It was this rooming house There was an old man who lived in the room next to me We shared a bathroom in the hall Stare at me through a crack in the door Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar Started bangin' on the wall with a boot Then he came out, started banging on my door Kicked it open Watch out son, I got a tasergun Watch out son, I got a tasergun He's on the loose He's got the juice Like a mad dog with no teeth Spent his pension in adult bookstores Bringin' strange young men home He'd leave me notes in the bathroom Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper Come out into the hallway Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe Tryin' to start a fight He became known as the electric old man And I still see him with his taser Comin' at me Watch out son, I got a tasergun Watch out son, I got a tasergun He's on the loose He's got the juice Like a pigeon with no wings |
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You came, you went
My mind it got a dent I couldn't make my rent 'Cause all my cash was lent This town is filled With thousand-dollar-bills Laminated songs Contaminated lawns Well we eat about fifteen times a day Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay And I play with the fire in the stove When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold Well it's real and it's fake And it's flamin' like a steak And she's puttin' out my face With the rake Oh honey you knew That you were My one and only blur Unglued, depressed The meatloaf in my chest Personality test I failed with the best And I stomped and I stormed And I passed out in your dorm Then you hustled me outside I couldn't catch a ride But the subway trains speak to me now I'm browsing through the supermarket town And the girls don't talk when I'm around And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong Chokin' on a breathmint That's cool Yeah, that's cool |
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