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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it - tadpole Bite it - tadpole He has a.... to webs... Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby Bite it Tadpole Bite it Tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it Tadpole bite it Tadpole He has a... to webs... Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby |
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Cat-o-nine-tails
Cat-o-nine lives Little pussy purrs, hold her tight and she's yours Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry You're scratchin' me baby Right down to my heart Now claw the couch now that we're apart Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry I love you baby And i don't mean to hound But they're chasin' my heart Now that you're not around Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry Cat-o-nine tails |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Let's rock tonight
Let your hair down Don't be so uptight Come on let's rock and roll You rocked my body Now you're rocking my soul Let's rock Come on let's rock Well are you ready to play I've got my guitar and i'm ready don’t wait Come on over And we'll really rock The way you head bang Puts me into a shock Let's rock Come on let's rock Don't be shy, yeah You'd better cook You smell the bait, Now you swallow that hook Now's the time Yeah it's time to smoke Go ahead and laugh 'Cause this ain't no joke Come on Come on let's rock Get off your ass And let's rock |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Are you gonna join?
Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right Cool out Yeah what's your problem? Cool out Cool out Yeah you're a psycho Just cool out Cool out |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Suck this
It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby He's the one who can…(sizzle) He's the one who can…(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO! |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face
All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I got so drunk I don't remember what happened But everybody said I had a real good time I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face Went to a bar I met a guy, he bought me white Russians I puked outside in the parking lot While he tried to kiss me Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I went for drinks in Hollywood Came to somewhere in Hawthorne Broke up a bush, drove into a tree And rolled down a hill with my mouth wide open Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She’s gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Wah wah one and one is two
We got a drama I’m watching TV and I don’t need you Bring on the drama I’ll tell you something and you know it’s true You’re full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue W got a drama Spare me You’re draining me Wah wah one and two is three Bring on the drama There’s something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I’ll tell you something that you’re choking me With all you’re drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me One, two, fuck you Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Been dry long enough
My brain and body need some abuse Rake me over the coals And I’ll try to think of an excuse I set a goal and it won’t be hard Hit every bar on the boulevard Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight 'Cause I’m Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon Just how much I’ve embarrassed myself Well I haven’t got a clue Did I throw a drink in your face Or tell you how much I love you Oh shit I lost my ID Hook up the Jagermeister IV Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight Off the wagon I’m off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon Off the wagon wagon wagon wagon - Wee... Set a goal Hit every bar Bad idea Designated Alright, alright Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m off the wagon wagon wagon wagon Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon That’s it... |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Be honest with me
Really you could be frank Come on and lay it on me Come on and validate me, me I need Enough talk about me Let's talk about you What do you think of me? What do you think about me, me, me... I need.. What about my wants What about my needs I want.. I need... |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I took a walk in the park
It was scary and dark I looked up at the moon And I wasn't afraid I wasn't afraid She's so bright tonight Shining through the trees She's glowing on you Take a walk with me You can walk with me in the Moonshine If you look at the moon When I look at the moon We're not far away We're connected by the moon Looking at the moon In the Moonshine.. |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I’ll drink bitter wine
I’ll eat humble pie I’ll do all this For some peace I'll do all this for peace of mind Can we trust each other I'm not your keeper No farewell sister Try to have savoir-faire Pretend like I just don't care You'll do all this just to get high I'll do all this to just get by |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I still get angry
I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I suppose I should say a few words here
Let it all out Try to let it all out I like the sign with the blinking light I like the sign it makes me feel alright I like the lights yeah they’re soothing me I like the lights when they get blurry But something out there’s messing with me A strange dose of reality I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I thought a drive might make it okay I thought a drive would take it all away I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Something out there’s messing with me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things bad things I just wanna Bad things, bad things I wanna wanna Bad things, bad things Come on, I wanna Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good And I feel so bad I like the sound of the urban din I like the sound it fits the mood I’m in The city plays it’s manic song The city plays I want to sing along I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Bad things keep happening to me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things, bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna.. Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I just can’t shake what’s hanging over me Bad things bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out It was so hungry Must have more Love for you My eyes are cold and cracked She cried a river He pulls his hair right out Tries to forgive her Must have more Love for you Love for YOU... It’s in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Love for you Have more Love for you Must have more Love for you |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Non-existent Patricia
Room 426 Non-existent Patricia Does not exist Non-existent Patricia Melts into the walls Was she at the party? No one can recall Non-existent Patricia Did Patricia say something Something I missed It was spoken so softly It didn’t exist Non-existent Patricia What’s on her mind She ain’t saying She’s being kind Non-existent Patricia |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Me myself and I
Will never be lonely As long as I Stick together Like glue Without you I lie here on the couch Thinking about potatoes and me And I realize Destined to be French fries Me myself Me myself and I My ship’s been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I’ve got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself and I |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra
I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Nicola Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it - tadpole Bite it - tadpole He has (hides?) a....(?).....to webs.. Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby Bite it Tadpole Bite it Tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it Tadpole bite it Tadpole He has (hides?) a....(?).....to webs.. Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Cat-o-nine-tails
Cat-o-nine lives Little pussy purrs, hold her tight and she's yours Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry You're scratchin' me baby Right down to my heart Now claw the couch now that we're apart Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry I love you baby And i don't mean to hound But they're chasin' my heart Now that you're not around Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry Cat-o-nine tails |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Let's rock tonight
Let your hair down Don't be so uptight Come on let's rock and roll You rocked my body Now you're rocking my soul Let's rock Come on let's rock Well are you ready to play I've got my guitar and i'm ready don't wait Come on over And we'll really rock The way you head bang Puts me into a shock Let's rock Come on let's rock Don't be shy, yeah You'd better cook You smell the bait, Now you swallow that hook Now's the time Yeah it's time to smoke Go ahead and laugh 'Cause this ain't no joke Come on Come on let's rock Get off your ass And let's rock |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls (?) The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Are you gonna join?
Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right Cool out Yeah what's your problem? Cool out Cool out Yeah you're a psycho Just cool out Cool out |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Suck this
It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby He's the one who can????(sizzle) He's the one who can????(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO! |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face
All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I got so drunk I don't remember what happened But everybody said I had a real good time I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face Went to a bar I met a guy, he bought me white Russians I puked outside in the parking lot While he tried to kiss me Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I went for drinks in Hollywood Came to somewhere in Hawthorne Broke up a bush, drove into a tree And rolled down a hill with my mouth wide open Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She's gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Her glance hits me like lightning
I heard that girl is fast and frightening Dirty hair and a laugh that's mean Her neighbors call her an evil machine She's fast, she's lean She's frightening She's fast, she's lean She's frightening Popping wheelies on her motorbike Straight girls wish they were dykes She'll do anything on a dare Mom and Daddy's worst nightmare Down at the creek smoking pot She eats the roach so she don't get caught Throws her mini off in the halls Got so much clit she don't need no balls |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Well I hate the rain when I drive
Right on thru Cause the windows are broken on my 455 Right on thru It don't rain much but when it do That dirty old rain comes right on thru Right on thru Through to you! I had some pigeons livin on my ledge Right on thru Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on thru I give em a shot too Right on thru The pigeon shit seeps right on thru Right on thru Through to you Well you built your house made out of lead Right on thru It keeps out those things that you dread Right on thru It don't matter where you hide Right on thru Because reality always crashes inside Right on thru Through to you |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
She wakes up wet in a shower stall
Sewn together, bangs her head on a wall She goes hitchhiking at 3 a.m. Bruised and bloody, does it over again She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz He's got a car that goes real fast He's got a life but it won't last Doesn't even look disturbed When his chevy takes out the curb He's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss He's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz Passed out drunk on the living room floor Gets up and pukes so she can drink some more And evening's party out in the fringe Turns into a two-week binge She's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
You and me 'till the wheels fall off
You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off ... (???) ... (???) You and me 'till the wheels fall off You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off People say you're (?) I don't care, let's go, go, go You and me 'till the wheels fall off |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I've got my broomstick, baby
I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here And I ain't gonna grovel What's the use of lying I won't believe you What's the use of crying It won't relieve you I've got my broomstick I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here right now And I ain't gonna grovel |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I'm all fucked up and I'm mad as hell
Violate your daughter And your son as well I don't give a shit about your crummy lie As long as I'm god, I'm packin' a rod Yeah I'm packin' a rod I'm packing a rod I'm packin' a rod, baby And it's all for you Guns and ammo is what I read My cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleed When you talk to me You best watch what you say My smith and wesson heat Is gonna blow you away And it's all for you Packin' a rod I'm packin' a rod |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Taime is a rock star
Just like me Everyone loves him Just like me They all think he's punk Just like me Smack how he picks it up So where's your dignity? Faster, faster, faster....... Well axl is a love god Just like me The girls all love him Just like me But he's so messed up Just like me Doesn't want to give it up So where's your dignity? Guns and, guns and, guns and Guns and, guns and, guns and Well vixen are love gods Just like me Pretty pretty sex things Just like me Dressed up and to pay to play I couldn't live that way Hair spray and bustier Can't fool me Vixen, vixen, vixen Vixen, vixen, vixen Slash is a love god I know it's hard to believe Boys all dig him But boys are easy to please You've got the bimbos swinging Like monkeys in the trees You've got limos and money So where's your dignity? |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Don't wanna drown
Don't wanna be found This is not my destiny Oh yeah No twentieth century casualty Oh yeah I don't wanna watch television I don't wanna listen to the radio I don't wanna drown in american society Don't wanna be rich Now can't you see the way they dress They dress Well they're a bloody tax mess I don't wanna go to the movies I don't wanna listen to the company Don't wanna drown in american society |
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from I Know What You Did Last Summer The Album (1997)
Feeling easy on the outside
But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love the night we ride this ain't the summer of love This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee Masturbate, watch it on TV Crocodile tears for the refugee Wargasm Wargasm, one two three smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy Blue balls waiting impatiently From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty. Body bags and dropping bombs, The pentagon knows how to turn us on. Wargasm Wargasm, one two three People, people, ecstasy wave those flags high in the air As long as it takes place over there. Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Body bags and dropping bombs, the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on Wargasm Turn us on Wargasm |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell So he met some Christian's from hell Who said, "Let's go to Vegas man" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad Christian van Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Till your mind starts to gel Cuz the preacher thumps the bible With a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John Now he's growing his hair Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town Cramping styles is the plan They've got us in the palm of every hand When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Turn the tables with our unity They neither moral nor majority Wake up and smell the coffee Or just say no to individuality When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
My diet pill is wearing off
My diet pill is wearing off 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red. Calgon can't take me away No, Calgon can't take me away From the things I did today 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red. And Im outta here Im so outta here Im outta here I think the swelling is going down. I said, I think that the swelling is going down. Two hundred dollars to leave this town. 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread. The twins are in the car the frying pan is red. And im outta here Im so outta here Im outta here. |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Glade told her ma, "home scene's lame."
"I gotta go into town, blow some steam at the rock show." Sneak through the back door and head for the pit And then some drunk stupid bruiser started giving her shit! Rednecks on parade "Don't cross my line!" says Everglade Everglade. He was whipping through the pit, knocked her onto the stage, She said, "Have your fun, but stop being so lame." The guy was drunk stupid He must have wieghed a ton Said, "Get outta here girlie! "Im just trying to have some fun." So you wanna have some fun? Well, break out the big guns. Rednecks on parade "Dont cross my line." says Everglade yeah, Everglade yeah, Everglade He kept it up His fists started flying They dodged each punch As he kept trying Tripped on his own feet and hit the floor Glade got to pushin' and rolled him out of the door So you wanna have some fun? Then break out the big guns! Rednecks on parade "Dont cross my line," says Everglade says Everglade says Everglade yeah, Everglade |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I put your stuff out on the porch
(letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride. You put your cane right through my amp (letting it slide) When it comes to losers, you're the champ (letting it slide) From my garden, Ill pull your weed (letting it slide) Your stupid evil, I will not feed NO! Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride I put your stuff out on the porch (letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why. Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Get out of here boy It took me three weeks to clean that bathroom You know that amps don't grow on trees |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I've just about had enough
I'm drowing from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break You need more, well get in line Too many things grabbing at my time I'll tell you, brother, right out flat I'm gonna have to throw you back One more thing Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, your one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, you're one more thing I fix my engine and the tire goes flat It's one more thing that I can't have Politics messing with my rights There's nothing fun to do tonight One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing Yeah, its one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me. Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap Punk rock manifestoes Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity I'm not the enemy Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity Stranded in the streets of San Francisco A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity (ha!) I'm not the enemy (no) Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
come on over,is getting too late...
is time to fish,no time to cut bait goolish passion,you inspire... with your kind of trouble,I'll never tire (chorus) Monster.....(monster in me) Bring out the monster (monster in me) In a world of diposable icons... all the jokers,with phoney o' come on's... I know,I can't depend on you... when we're together,where hurting crew (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... we don't need to look for trouble... my partner in crime,my insanity double when life takes a turn from bad to worst... you're always there,my lovable curse (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... monster in you!!!!! |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
when i get mad and i get pissed i grab my pen and i write out a list
of all the people who won't be missed you've made my shitlist for all the ones who put me out (shitlist) for all the ones who filled my head with downs (shitlist) for all the squares who get me pissed (shit list |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
No raving beauty
But she's got a good heart He's got escaping Down to an art This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly She's an infection, A stain on his soul He's her addiction They're out of control This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly, oh no This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I've got a snapshot of your Aunt Maureen
She's 90 and you're a teen I'm trying to cheer you up Don't be so mean, don't be so mean Crash, bam, now you're looking good Tip Top, now you're feeling good Once more, here's your Aunt Maureen Don't you feel good, don't you feel good Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see in magazines Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see on T.V. screens Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens Wake up to music And say you're too sick to go to work Soon, you will lose all your zits Tight sweaters no longer fit Jetsetters will make their pitch I told you so, I told you so Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see in magazines Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see on T.V. screens Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens Wake up to music And say you're too sick to go to work Don't eat that ice cream It is vanilla Give it to me Don't eat that pastry What's in the middle Give it to me Don't eat that burger Has it got mayonnaise Give it to me Keep that mystique up And wear a "D" cup No matter what Don't eat no curry Before a very Important date Do I look so knowing and old and wise Maybe it's those Dacron ties How come you keep asking me For Tips For Teens, for Tips For Teens Crash, bam, now you're looking good Tip Top, now you're feeling good Once more, here's your Aunt Maureen Don't you feel good, don't you feel good Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see in magazines Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see on T.V. screens Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens Wake up to music And say you're too sick to go to work |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I looked a lot like a Vogue Magazine
Perfect and smooth, they all called me a dream Flawless and loveless, no intimacy I only lived to be seen Not to be touched, too clean Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Billions of dollars are spent on the face Covering, smoothing, and changing the shape Everyone wanted a face just like mine Nobody wanted me Only to look like me Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face I'm ungrateful but I don't care I hear comments from everywhere Probably nothing behind the face The face, the face That was the day that I jumped off the bridge Trying to end it all, I barely lived Doctor Lamaar said "your face is a mess" All of the rest you can guess I got my one request (He got his one request) And I am happy, yes (And he is happy, yes) I got my one request (He got his Funny Face) And I am happy, yes And I am happy, happy, happy, happy, happy Funny Face, I got my Funny Face Funny Face, I got my Funny Face |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
(Where's my girl, who stole my girl)
Where's my girl, who stole my girl Where's my girl, who stole my girl, tell me where can she be Well, here's a plea to you listeners everywhere Help me to find my baby She's incredible, keep your hands off of her Keep off, keep off, keep off Where's my girl, who stole my girl Where's my girl, who stole my girl, tell me where can she be Well, here's a photo a couple of years ago She is quite a bit better She is better, and out of my life and it's too bad, too bad, it's too bad that... She's been seen with Belmondo Eating snails in some bistro Seen in London and seen in Spain Seen in L.A. with the Dodger team Seen in Tokyo with Mifune Having sushi and hot sake Calm down, calm down, calm down Where's my girl, I'm calmer now Where's my girl, I want her now A joke's a joke, I want her now Where's my girl, who stole my girl Well, no one has any principles nowadays No one has any principles No one has any principles nowadays No one, no one No one has that integrity nowadays No one has that integrity No one has that integrity nowadays No one, no one Never will I look at another girl Never will I look Never will I look at another girl Hey wait, hey wait Here she is |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Man there's so much stuff up here
A quarter pound of lean ideas Half a pound of dirty jokes One pound of non-essential quotes It's where the dreamin' starts (Upstairs) It's where the jokin' starts (Upstairs) You got some small ideas (Upstairs) You got some big ideas (Upstairs) It's where you calculate It's where you speculate Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head You are low on foreign words Better meet a foreign girl Take a foreign girl upstairs And learn a lot of foreign words A little enchante (Upstairs) A little hey, ole (Upstairs) Ich heisse Billy Boy (Upstairs) A little soya sauce (Upstairs) You got some big ideas You got some big ideas Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head When you want the art to start You cue the left side and the art will Start to flow and flow and flow And leave a stain on all your carpets Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head When you want the intellect You cue the right side and you can Collect the Nobel Prize in person Or have someone mail it to you Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head Crammed with common phobias Still, it's a utopia This is where you kill a guy And you know he's still alive Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Well, I married a Martian
And boy, am I sorry Well, she came down from the sky She couldn't stand the attitude there She took human form, not bad She seemed different She had a European flair And I said, "where you from?" And she said, she said, "I'm from Mars" I married a Martian Her loving is different Viva la difference Every, every night I married a Martian I took her to Vegas I dressed her in ermine She had the time of her life Though she called me Mister Right I could sense something was wrong She was hardly home at all She'd keep telling me She was doing studies of Earth She had tendencies to flirt And it really did hurt me I married a Martian Boy, am I sorry I don't recommend it To anyone in their right mind I married a Martian I think I see changes I know I see changes She doesn't look like our kind Her arms, her legs, Were growing and growing Her form, once thin, Was changing, was changing I can't describe The changes, so gruesome She looked, she seemed So Martian I married a Martian I'm going to Vegas It isn't for pleasure I'm getting a quickie divorce I married a Martian Boy, am I sorry I don't recommend it To anyone in their right mind I married a Martian Who was I kidding She only had loved me 'Cause I was the first guy she saw I married a Martian And now it is over Go back to your cronies Back to your own form of life I married a Martian They're good in the movies Dramatic potential But they're not so hot in real life |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
It started on a Tuesday
It must have been that lunch meat I haven't been intimate And anyway, I'm careful (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy) They call it the Willys They call it the Willys You shiver and shake You're doin' Swan Lake All over the place Has everyone gone Christian Well, glory Hallelujah But I'm beyond salvation I haven't got a prayer (The Willys do this to ya) (The Willys do this to ya) (The Willys do this to ya, to ya) They call it the Willys They call it the Willys It's hard to explain Like Citizen Kane To someone who's blind They call it the Willys They call it the Willys You shiver and shake You're doin' Swan Lake All over the place (We know what you got boy, we know what you got boy, we know what you got boy) (Physically) Physically, I'm splendid (Mentally) Mentally, I'm splendid (Morally) Morally he is lax And maybe that's the problem (We know what you got boy) (We know what you got boy) (We know what you got boy, what you got) They call it the Willys They call it the Willys You shiver and shake You're doin' Swan Lake All over the place They call it the Willys They call it the Willys They call it the Willys The Willys do this to you) (The Willys do this to you) (The Willys do this to you, to you) (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy, what you got what you got, what you got) They call it the Willys, etc. They call it the Willys They call it the Willys I'm speaking Chinese I'm swinging from trees I'm wearing your gowns |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I am a rhino
Plodding the jungle Dinnertime's here and "Baby I'm home" Me and my baby We are so happy Then I smell vinyl "Darling, let's run!" Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down I am a hippo Sloshing through mud and Work is now over "Baby, I'm home" Isn't she lovely Makes me feel comfy Then I smell Jeeps and "Darling, let's run!" I'm a poor slob from Reno, Nevada I am a hunter of Rhinos and hippos Then I come home from Months in the bush I'm tired, I'm weary "Darling, I'm home" "Darling, darling, what's wrong?" "Darling, darling, what's wrong?" "Darling, darling, who's he?" Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down, down Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down, down, down Nice shooting Nice shooting, dear, dear, dear, dear Nice shooting, Nice shooting, dear |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I looked up in the sun
And I didn't shade my eyes Then a girl appeared and said "Here, these are your size" Suzie Safety Suzie Safety (That's my Suzie) Suzie Safety (She's my safety) I tried to cross the street And I almost got mowed down But the softest little hand yanked me back To safer ground She says, no smoking She says, no drink You should wear a parka I'm really safe but I kind of resent Suzie Safety Suzie Safety (That's my Suzie) Suzie Safety (She's my safety) When she's near to me And there's no one else around And I can't control myself She says, "safety first, pal" She says no speeding And always eat right Watch your fats and starches I'm really safe but I kind of resent Suzie Safety Suzie Safety (That's my Suzie) Suzie Safety (She's my safety) She's safe in my arms And I'm safe in hers |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Man, there's never been a girl like this
That's not Nastassia What an influential little miss That's not Nastassia Imitation is a form of flattery, I'm told She is getting flattered where it's hot and where it's cold That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia She is on the news again tonight That's not Nastassia Someone looking like her stole a bike That's not Nastassia Maby it's a fad, a sort of modern Hula Hoop Still, it's of their own free will, no one has been duped That's not Nastassia, etc What a sense of power to have sway around the world What a sense of power to control a billion girls Change your hair style, they change theirs Change your nail style, they change theirs That's not Nastassia Presidental wives and topless maids That's not Nastassia More or less identically the same That's not Nastassia If I wasn't masculine, I would join the craze Dye my hair and take on those Nastassianic ways That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia Now she wants some anonymity That's not Nastassia And all the rest want anonymity That's not Nastassia She should just forget it, it's a carbon copy world When she starts to fade away, everyone will fade That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women
Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Hello, everybody, this is Russell Right before I sing I'm gonna make a muscle Now that's out of my system Here's some Munchen wisdom They're cool and they know it Don't drool or you'll blow it Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women All they like is sex and sitcoms Try to be suave, they'll kick you in the bonbons Medic, Medic, Medic, Medic There goes my athletics I'm bananas over I'm bananas over Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Order in the court and here's the charges Under the influence of Wacky Women How do you plead, quit making muscles "Guilty, Guilty" Have mercy you honor Show compassion you honor My feelings are genuine Don't take me away from them |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
I'll grab the sun and the moon
I'll hold the world in my hand These things are easy for me I can't make you understand Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Marvel at heaven and hell (Marvel at heaven and hell) Gasp at the Champs-Elysees (Gasp at the Champs-Elysees) Raise the Titanic and then (Raise the Titanic and then) I see you turning away Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Entertaining that's the word I get from you Entertaining and then you bid a fond adieu, well, adieu I'll make a pauper a King (I'll make a pauper a King) I'll turn your water to wine (I'll turn your water to wine) These things are easy for me (These things are easy for me) How come I can't change your mind? Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) All I get is polite applause (All I get is polite applause) Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk
A little bit change in character, I'm pretending to be drunk You think I am weak and feeble, you think I'm a bore When you drag me to a party, soon I'm out the door Next time I'll portray a suave sophisticated hunk That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk A bit of I have lived and loved, I'm pretending to be drunk You say I could use some swagger, you say toughen up I am rigid as a board, you tell me loosen up I'm so loose and I'm so tough that I can barely move That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk You notice a transformation, pretending to be drunk I've lost all my inhibitions, pretending to be drunk You can take me to the soiree and be proud of me Everyone will be impressed, I'll pass out on your knee And now I am so continental, they think that it's nice Think I'll pretend to be drunk for the rest of my life Well that is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
The mountains may crumble
And cover the road to you But I'll fight to break on through With all my might The ocean may rise up And wash you away from me But I'll bring you back, you see With all my might With all my might I'll fight the dragons That hang around you night and day And when I see your spirit's sagging I'll hype you up in my own way The noise of my heartbeat May cover the words I say But I'll scream and have my say With all my might With all my might I'll fight the dragons That hang around you night and day And when I see your spirit's sagging I'll hype you up in my own way But you're independent And maybe you'll leave someday I'll try to say that's okay With all my might The perfect invention Is something that keeps you here And I aim to keep you here With all my might I know that it's shaky I hope I'm not history I want you to stay with me With all my might |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
Everybody move
Move it on up and move it down Sweet little thing ease it down Fall in the pool and you'll drown Everybody move Wear out the soles of your shoes Wear out the soles of your feet Move to the beat, toute de suite There's a red lite a comin' There's a red lite a comin' Slam on the brakes and slow down Everybody move Unwanted pounds will disappear You'll have an itty bitty rear Better lay off of the beer There's a new thang a comin' There's a new thang a comin' Better do something with your hair -------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
There's a round-up at the love corral
And the air is full of dust And I think it's going pretty well But I'm trying to adjust As we walk along the boulevard With a hand in hand, in hand And who cares if people stare at us 'Cause they'll never understand Sisters, where is the jealousy, is it there? Sisters, is this a felony anywhere? Who cares? I see a double moon in the sky Sisters, an oversupply Do I have to be a diplomat When I hear you fuss and fight? Do I have to be an acrobat As I try to get it right? There's a double moon up in the sky And it's shining down on me And I know that I'm a lucky guy That's my biography Sisters, where is the jealousy, is it there? Sisters, is this a felony anywhere? Who cares? I see a double moon in the sky Sisters, an oversupply My arms are full, my lips are sore By morning we could face the light And I know if I was wrong for you I would feel a little down Well it wouldn't be disastrous I would still have you around Sisters, where is the jealousy, is it there? Sisters, is this a felony anywhere? Who cares? I see a double moon in the sky Sisters, an oversupply Sisters Sisters Sisters ... |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
Kiss me quick, hot and right
No confusion, paradise Never panic, we're alone Kiss me quick, and there's the phone Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, melt the ice College ideas, high school eyes Paramedic, dressed in white Kiss me quick, save my life Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies Lips that make a nervous wreck of any normal guy I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, wake me up Caffeine kisses, not enough Jungle fever, insect bites Weird religions, pagan rites Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
You need another relative, you need it right away
What should I do, what should I do? Another entertainment so that they won't go away I thought of you and how you blew 'til you were blue Throw in some Gratuituous sax No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them They will just say "who are you" Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot Is predictable, not new But you're still stunned at the things you will do No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes On a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain When no person looks at you So just be gracious and wait in the queue So when do I get to sing 'My Way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day And traditions must go on And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see Is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn So when do I get to sing 'My Way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell They'll introduce me, 'Hello, hello' Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams and to flying plates and shoes But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose And not one offer that I could refuse So when do I get to sing 'My Way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you" Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot Is predictable, not new But you're still stunned at the things you will do No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes On a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain When no person looks at you So just be gracious and wait in the queue CHORUS: So when do I get to sing "My Way" When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day And traditions must go on And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see Is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know CHORUS There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams And to flying plates and shoes But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose And not one offer that I could refuse CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
Might as well just say it
Might as well just come out and say it You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn All that Moonlight and Magnolia It just doesn't cut it, it just doesn't cut it anymore You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Ashley Wilkes, gentleman that he is, he'll protect you You had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head Like this, like this Like this, like this You can lie all you want to do You can cry all you want to do You can scheme all you want to do See if I care You've had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Buildings were burning to the right of us Buildings were burning to the left of us Those fires are out now You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn That soft southern accent Delivered without the slightest trace of a British accent Even that's starting to wear on me I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head Like this, like this Like this, like this You can lie all you want to do You can cry all you want to do You can scheme all you want to do See if I care You had your plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn We cut each other so much slack That we were both falling over backwards You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Got my bearings now, know where I'm going now?out...out... You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Might as well just say it Might as well just come out and say it Might as well just say it Might as well just come out and say it I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn I've made my plans, and frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn I've made my plans, and frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
'I thought I told you to wait in the car'
'I thought I told you to wait in the car' What's she doing now Has the encore come yet And the bravas and bouquets Don't tell me, don't tell me Someday I'll find a mind of my own 'Til then, I'm content to hear her say 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' I'll turn on the radio And look at myself in the rear-view mirror I know she has an image to protect I know she's not just being mean when she screams I thought I told you to wait in the car What's she doing now Meeting leaders of the Free World She's dressed in black, she's their poster girl Don't tell me, don't tell me I know she has an image to protect I know she's not just being mean when she screams 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' Just a glimpse of it all Just a taste of it all Just one foot in the door In the door of dreamland, in the door of dreamland 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' Walking in on an afternoon tryst Can be a source of embarrassment Embarrassment for all concerned Don't tell me, don't tell me In my wildest dreams I never thought of Warren Beatty as a rival 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
I'm the wife of Clinton
I don't have a problem with all of this They come and go, of course I know, I know everything You don't know my thinking, who I dream of, or the gifts that I bring One thing is clear, the atmosphere is thin and it's cold I am Madame Mao Following the Tao to the extreme I know the score, all this and more they're still in their teens You don't know my thinking, who I dream of, or the gifts that I bring One thing is true, I won't leave clues to where I have been Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) We on the Potomac love good times We on the Yangtze love good times We on the Nile love good times Can't get enough of good times More than enough love to go 'round More than enough power to go 'round More than enough bids to be found More than enough bids to go down Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil I am Cleopatra, Caesar's former lover, now I am yours Marc Antony, you're biting off more than you can chew Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking,
what could I have been thinking. It's going one time, it's going two times, sold to the gent who wears the stunned expression. As I took it off their hands, a five pound note was changing hands. I had plans, I had plans Chorus: Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to do with that thing Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to make of this thing All this power, all this glory, all these DJ's and all these lorries What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking What could I have been thinking Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, for the refined and unrefined. CHORUS Hey Ted Turner, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, to colorize and still feel fine. CHORUS Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will make of it what you will Should we go brighter, should we go lighter, should we go whiter Go left or righter What was I thinking, what was i thinking, what was I thinking I wasn't thinking, what could I have been thinking. CHORUS Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've made several films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've won several awards for my films My first film was The Butterfly Murders Shanghai Blues Peking Opera Blues Swordsman, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Chinese Ghost Story, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Once Upon a Time In China, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 And several other films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've made several films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've won several awards for my films |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
Rain is pouring down
In our land-locked town Skies are always gray Let's go surfing, babe Somewhere there is hope Somewhere there are dreams Far from soot and smoke Let's go surfing, babe Tonight as we look at the moon and the stars From our room with security bars There's a westerly wind that is blowing both our minds And both our feet Walk through sand that's as white as the snow Past the people named Kelley and Joe Who have nothing in common with anyone we know, we know they're Too Wagnerian Too Shakespearian Too impossible Let's go surfing, babe Somewhere there is hope Far from everything Far from misanthropes Let's go surfing, babe Tonight, from a room only Dickens could love Wearing moth-eaten sweaters and gloves We will open the window and feel an on-shore wind a-blowing in Grab our boards from the back of our van Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end Somewhere there is hope Somewhere there are dreams Far from everything Let's go surfing, babe Tonight, grab our boards from the back of our van Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end Catch a wave, a wave, a wave Catch a wave, a wave, a wave Somewhere there is hope Somewhere there are dreams Far from everything Let's go surfing, babe |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
He came home
And instead of hearing the usual bass and drums He heard Violins, violins, violins Senseless violins, senseless violins, senseless violins He heard Senseless violins |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Down in North Hollywood
There's a guy with long hair He's really, really nice But we had a problem Andres I'm sorry The key is stuck in the lock And we need some A/C It's burning up in here We've got something to tell you Andres I'm sorry Andres I'm sorry Down in north hollywood Know a guy with long hair He's really really nice But we had a problem Andres I'm sorry Andres I'm sorry Andres... |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm lookin' old today
In a very sort of jaded way cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can't remember the summer It's all a blur, yeah It's been pilin' high It's been pilin' up so goddamn high Now I've got baggage I'm probably tagged for life My self-righteous eyes Wanna close the book It's got nothing to do with the looks Can't keep it together, losing my grip Yeah, i've been sinking down Time to abandon ship It's hard to swim with baggage My friends are all strangers They stopped calling weeks ago But guilt's a heavy load It's a very very heavy load Packed in my baggage |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Are these sensible shoes on my feet
I wear my shades so our eyes don't meet I'm scared every fuckin' day I wear my headphones so i can't hear what you say Can i run Switch to paranoid from having fun Will he use his hands, knife, or a gun Knuckles are white, wrapped around my mace Comes from living in a terrorist state Can i run When he's following me He's not my brother, he's my enemy Is he behind the door or in back of the tree Is he under the bed, is he in the back street Can i run |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies Plastic drivers in plastic cars Plastic food from plastic jars Frustration is the fuse The flame is hate Tick tick tick Detonate She's the bomb Plastic models in plastic magazines Plastic kings and plastic queens All are seen on plastic TVs Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees What you think, well that's good too But not as much as what they do This fuse burns slow Waiting to blow The world is a heavy load Watch it explode Lawmakers with plastic policies Put plastic locks on their cities In hopes to keep them quiet Well go off Well blow up |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm saving my piss in a jar
This depression has gone too far I'm lying here in bed Am i alive or am i dead I'm questioning my sanity The paint chips are kicking in Desperation bubbles my skin There's stuff crawling on the floor Crackers with black books knocking at my door The TV's talking to me I'm questioning my sanity Everybody have a breakdown! I haven't changed my clothes in weeks I'm wallowing in my own stink My ass is sore from lying in bed Am i alive or am i dead? |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Riding with a movie star
Riding with a movie star Yeah Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Go! Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Yeaaaahhh Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm good at feeling bad
I'm even better at feeling worse Some would say life is a charm I'm convinced it is a curse Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again I've learned to make Bad situations my friend It starts all over Just when it should end Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Here comes that familiar pain again I'm low down, i'm feeling ill Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Is there someone i could kill |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I've got a word of thanks
Thanks that i'd like to say For the rage that i feel For the rage that i feel today Gotta stack gotta stack Stack of chips on my shoulder In everything i do Cause i made i made i made The mistake, the mistake of trusting you People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah My layers are thick And i got a bad attitude Yeah that knife in my back Has fingerprints that belong to you Gotta grudge gotta grudge gotta grudge That i'm holding for you As long as i live 'Cause you lied you lied you lied And that's something that i can't forgive You liar People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Liars, losers, coming at me
What i need is sanctuary Minding my own business Getting in my face Violating my personal space Freak magnet Jerk appeal Something about you Is so not right Nightmare, nightmare In the daylight Asking for my number You wanna give me a call But i've got your message Written on the wall Freak magnet Jerk appeal Always bugging me Why don't you get a clue 'Cause i don't want to Talk to you I know that look in your eye I've seen it before I've given you all of my change But you want something more Freak magnet Jerk appeal |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I am sick of her attacks
Can't help but i've fallen back I believe in what she says I rent space in her head She has eyes made for crying When she can't lie to get approved Lost time and far removed Can't afford to keep it used I'm getting ready to lose She has eyes made for crying When she hits those hits are so hard Weeping is her first playing card And i believe she believes In what she says This is my last time in her head |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Welcome the first lady to try and qualify in an NHRA-dragster competition ~ Shirley Muldowney!
Feels so real Crushing the steering wheel How many times Must we toe this line Halting me Is a fantasy Cha-cha! call her cha-cha! What's drag racing coming to? How many times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go she's got good traction! I suggest you find a seat in the grandstands, Because you don't want to miss this! She's just here wants What she wants to do I wonder if Shirley's got in her to hold that throttle down kills your joke as she's burning smoke Shirley Muldowney is pulling ahead... and she Takes the red light And you will find Crossing the finish line Shirley Muldowney has just set a new track record! Satisfaction! How much times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go She's got good traction! What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. The lady got through it Winning. What's drag racing coming to? There's nowhere that we don't go What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. |
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