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| 2. |
| 3:58 | 
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Efficiency and progress is ours once more now that we have the neutron bomb
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done Away with excess enemy, but no less value to property No sense in war but perfect sense at home The sun beams down on a brand new day, no more welfare tax to pay Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light Jobless millions whisked away, at last we have more room to play All systems go to kill the poor tonight Gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight Behold the sparkly of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again Oh life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night While they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight Behold the sparkly of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again Oh life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night While they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight |
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| 3:22 |
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I am no one
But I am well known For I am the Man With the Dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down 'Now who does that guy think he's starin' at?' Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at Your armored ego is nude And I do and I do Crack up 'cos I'm getting to you I see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too Down to you church I'm looking for victims Spell of the Man With the Dogs I'll haunt you And follow you to work That ghost is back again Creep into you I won't go away You're taking yourself too seriously I smile as you frown And turn to walk away Your habits for all to see I see a shrew I see you And the rodent things you do You see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh Open wide... Saw you again You'll see me tomorrow Curse of the Man With the Dogs You may not like me You won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreen's They've seen me Ask your friends 'Oh I know him' Seen but I'm never heard By your lot A stare Is worth a thousand biting phrases See how stupid you are? I dare you I dare you To erase my laser tattoo You see you you see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh What's inside? Is it pubic hair Is it cobweb air I bet you just don't care... |
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| 3:45 |
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| 3:25 |
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In a desperate mind
Little gardens grow They grow very wide They grow very tall Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand There are many paths Dripping dark, so dense Do not enter here Enter over there Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand People closing in Barking at my mind Shoving me to wine I want all alone I want my own home I want my own girl Help me hate the world Own and love my life Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand |
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| 2:13 |
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Sixteen, on the honor roll
I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises around my head Pressure's on to get good grades So I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't go out just then People they ain't friends at all They tease and suck me dry Yell at me when I fuck up And party while I cry I look so big on paper I feel so very small Want to die and you don't care Just stride on down the hall Suicide, suicide Read the paper, wonder why Turn the light out, then you cry It's your fault, you made me die Touch me, won't you touch me now? So frozen I can't love When I was born my mama cried And picked me up with gloves Girls, they kick me in the eye Want answers to the tests When they get them they drive off And leave me home to rest Hold my head, make me warm Tell me I am loved Give me hope, let me cry Make me feel, give me touch The window's broken, bleeding, screaming Lying in the hall I'm gone, no one remembers me A picture on the wall "He was such a bright boy The future in his hands" Or a spineless human pinball Shot around by your demands Suicide, suicide Going to sleep and when I die You'll wise up and realize Then look down and wipe your eyes And then go back to your stupid lives Aw, shit! |
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| 0:31 |
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"Rick Wakeman, eat your heart out. Here we go!"
I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs! |
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| 4:33 |
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So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinking you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On your five-grand stereo Bragging that you know how the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneetch, you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well, you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers 'til you starve And your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot It's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul Pol Pot! |
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| 2:55 |
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Tonight's the night that we got the truck
We're going downtown, gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive, I'll bring the beer It's the late, late shift, no one to fear And ride Ride, how we ride And ride Lowride It's roundup time where the good whores We're gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride Ride, how ride ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playing cops for real, playing cops for pay Let's ride Lowride Pull down your dress, here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child, got a big black stick There's six of us, babe, so suck on my dick And ride Ride, how we ride And ride Lowride The left newspapers might whine a bit But the guys at the station, they don't give a shit Dispatch calls, "Are you doing something wicked?" No siree, Jack, we're just giving tickets Let's ride Ride, how we ride And ride Ride, how we ride And ride Ride, how we ride Let's ride Lowride |
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I don't need your way of life
I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death It seems so unreal to me So much hate and so much pity I can't take another day It's such a bore, it gets me really sore I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death Looking forward to death Looking forward to death |
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| 3:32 |
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(^o^) 음질최강 (^o^) M-net
♠ Curtain Greeting ♠ M-net ♬ ♡ ( Prelude ) ♡ ♬ M-net Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn, So get those stakes up higher There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there And they're all livin' devil may care And I'm just the devil with love to spare Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas How I wish that there were more Than the twenty-four hours in the day 'Cause even if there were forty more I wouldn't sleep a minute away Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin 'And your one armbandits crashin' All those hopes down the drain Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime Turnin' night into daytimeIf you see it once You'll never be the same again I'm gonna keep on the run I'm gonna have me some fun If it costs me my very last dime If I wind up broke up well I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got Lady luck please let the dice stay hot Let me shout a seven with ev'ry shot Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva, Viva Las Vegas ♬ ♡ ( Endlude ) ♡ ♬ M-net (^o^) 음질최강 <7171> (^o^) M-net |
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