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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)
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)
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 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 Belly - Star (1993)
Give it to me please I said to God It's only fair Instead, he sent three Angels To move the river So now it flows by my house So now it goes by my house Angel. Angel. I'd still rather have the moon I've had bad dreams So bad I threw my pillow away Move the river So now it flows by my house So now it goes by my house Angel. Angel. I'd still rather have the moon |
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from Stone Free : A Tribute To Jimi Hendrix [tribute] (1997)
If you can just get your mind together, And come on across to me. We'll hold hands And then we'll watch the sunrise from the bottom of the sea. But first, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? I have (I have). I've. I know you probably scream and cry, But your little world won't let you go. But who in your mealsy little world are you trying to prove To you that you're made of gold. So, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? I have (I have). I have been. Trumpets and violins I hear in the distance. I think they're calling our names. Maybe now you can live and that you would. If you're lonely, Hold my hand. But first, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? I have. |
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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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
Wah Wah
One and one is two Bring on the drama I'm watching TV ans i don't need you We got a 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 We got a drama Spare me You're draining me Wah Wah One and one is two Bring on the drama There's something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I'll tell you something you're choking me With all your drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me You're draining me, draining me |
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from Belly - Star (1993)
Baby's playing dead in cellar.
Gave her water just got paler. Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer. She's just dusted, leave her. If you see her, don't upset her. Never seems to get much better. Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer. She's just dusted leave her. Mmm mmm, goes to your heart. Mmm mmm, sticks in your head. Mmm mmm mmm mmm, yeah. Baby's playing dead in cellar. Gave her water, she got paler. Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer. She's just dusted, leave her. |
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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 Belly - Star (1993)
So you go to leave
More room for me. Oooo... you gave me too much room, So I filled it up with chairs, You can't sit on, But if you want to stand there, Stand there. Oooo... you told me too much. You thought I would leave you. I heard every word X3 So you go, and it all grows darker Like these chairs, These eyes, This room Closes it's windows. These chairs, These eyes, This room, This heart. I heard every word X3 |
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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 Belly - Star (1993)
This old man I've talked about
Broke his own heart, Poured it in the ground. Big red tree grew up and out, Throw up its leaves, Spins round and round. I know all this and more. So take your hat off When you're talking to me And be there when I feed the tree. This little squirrel I used to be Slammed her bike down the stairs. They put silver where her teeth had been. Baby silvertooth,she grins and grins. I know all this and more. So take your hat off boy When you're talking to me And be there when I feed the tree. Take your hat off boy When you're talking to me And be there when I feed the tree. This old man I used to be Spins around, around, around the tree. Silver baby come to me. I'll only hurt you in my dreams. I know all this and... I know all this and... I know all this and more. So take your hat off boy When you're talking to me And be there when I feed the tree. Take your hat off When you're talking to me And be there when I feed the tree. |
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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'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 Belly - Star (1993)
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now, now. It's still night out. Sleep in. Don't look at me Looking back at you, Out the window backwards, Out the window backwards. Sleep. See this child twice stolen from me, Out the window backwards, Out the window backwards. Sleep in now, now. Sleep in now, now, now. Sleep now. Now fall to the bed, Put your hand in your hair. Now fall to the tile, Stick your finger in your eye. That's the only way you cry. Hey now. Hey now. Full moon pass the window sideways. Hey now. Hey now. Sleep in now, now. Sleep in now, now. Sleep in now, now. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. |
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from Belly - Star (1993)
So he's lying on top again
Just like Gepetto and his doll. And he's running around again, And I can't get him out of this house. And if you bore him, You lose your soul to me. So that kid from the bad home Came over to my house again, Decapitated all my dolls. And if you bore me, You lose your soul to me. Hey Gepetto, Where'd you put it? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. Hey Gepetto, where'd you put it? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. And if you bore him, You're gonna lose your soul. Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. Hey Gepetto, what'd you get me? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. So he's lying on top again, Just like Gepetto. |
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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)
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 - 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)
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 - 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)
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 Belly - King (2001)
Where I live,
there's a blanket of gauze and it covers the scars Of the drunks who are hungry as ever Where I live, There's a blanket of sighs and it covers the stars In my heart, I'm as hungry as ever This is the room where we met Where I live, There's a lady who walks everywhere on her hands Doesn't trust where her feet want to take her Where I live, There's this lady who walks everywhere on her hands She don't trust where her feet want to take her (not in here) This is the room where we met (not in here) This is the dress I had on This is not the moment you fear When you wake up and no one is there Low hangs the moon (oh oh) Inside this room Low hangs the moon (oh oh) Inside this room So that I'm a witness when you Judas my heart Judas my heart Where I live, There's a blanket of sighs and it covers the stars In my heart, I'm as hungry as ever Where I live, I'm afraid that I walk everywhere on my hands I don't trust where my feet want to take me (not in here) This is the room where we met (not in here) This is the dress I had on This is not the moment I fear I say "I" instead of "she" now you're here Low hangs the moon (oh oh) Inside this room Low hangs the moon (oh oh) Inside this room So that I'm a witness when you Judas my heart Judas my heart Judas my heart Judas my heart Can I get a witness when you Judas my heart again? Can I get a witness when you do this to my heart again? Can I get a witness when you Judas my heart again? Where I live there's a lady who walks everywhere on her hands Just like me doesn't trust where her feet want to take her again and her feet want to take her again and her feet want to take her... again |
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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 Belly - King (2001)
Little bird
I won't prey on you I won't prey on you this time I'm your faith I'm your faithhealer I'm your faithless companion I'm the seed that made your perfect body When you sleep, I am awake ... There is a light under the ocean Under the ocean, there's things shining everywhere There is a lightkeeper under the blanket here Under the blanket, there's things shining down here Now I see you lay your perfect body down for me Now we're down ... Little bird, I won't prey on you I won't prey on you this time I'm your faith I'm your faithhealer I'm your faithless companion I'm the seed that made your body perfect When you sleep, I am awake There is a light under the ocean Under the ocean, there's things shining everywhere There is a lightkeeper under the blanket here Under the blanket, there's things shining everywhere You light the ocean from behind I'll show you mine (I'll show you) Baby, I can't fake it I'd like to see you naked I'd like to see you take it I'd like to see you naked Naked Naked Naked Naked |
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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)
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 - 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 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you!) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you!) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Nicola Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra (ahhh!) Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you |
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from Belly - Star (1993)
So what, you think this is usual?
Strange moon, strange land, strange man. Hold the hands of tiny horses, Hold them, hold them kindly, man. Low Red Moon, How can you sleep like a baby, Sleep like baby? But you shine so different on another. You shine different on another. I look up, and I see The raising of an old hope, Brave and tattered. A shining knight with shining eyes, He shines around me brightly. So now, I say this is beautiful. I think you are strange. Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby, Sleep like a baby? But you shine so different on another. You shine different on another. Strange moon, strange land, strange... You made me cry when I was young, And I was young. Now I got strong arms, Strong arms for a girl, And I say, "He belongs to me. He belongs to me. He's a human bed of roses." |
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from Belly - King (2001)
I wasn't there
But I heard there were flowers in his hair Though not yet born to her, I hear there was something magic about the way she held her own I know it's hard for the young ones I know it Acutely, I heard it Race me through this heart-broken town Bang your boots and keep your head down Race me through the heart of this broken town I use the voices of sandmen To bring you home I know it's wrong, you're a young one I know it Acutely, I hear it Race me through this heart-broken town Bang your boots and keep your head down Race me through the heart of this broken town Now I make you pray Now I make you pray like there's a God Till you see it my way See it my way |
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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)
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 Me myself and I My ships been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I've got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself Me myself and I My ships been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I've got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself Me myself Me myself and I |
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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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out- It was so hungry Must have more Must have more 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 Must have more Must have more Love for you Love for...... It's in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you Have more Have more Have more Love for you Love for you 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)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 Belly - King (2001)
Covered in honey
Showered in beer Now when you spin on your head like a monkey I won't see you Sing a bad love song loud in my ear So when you spin on your head like a monkey I won't hear you I tame a bird to light where you live Light on your arm and bring a wild gift ... I am my mother's child I let my fears run wild Showered in honey Showered in beer Now when you spin on your head like a monkey I won't see you I tame a bird to light where you live Light on your arm and bring a wild gift ... I send a light to shine on you I send a light to shine around you I send a light to blind you I am the light that shines on your eyes I am the light that blinds I tame a bird to light where you live Light on your arm and bring a wild gift I tame a bird to light where you live Light on your arm and bring a wild gift |
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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 Belly - King (2001)
Red, you look tired
You look older than your mother Where should I not touch? What should I not kiss? Where does it hurt? Red, in you slumber You look younger, so much stronger Honey on your breath Heaven in your head Where does it hurt? redredred oh So long in this house It's a big one full of scarecrows, even now So you look ahead to the edge of a Big metal sun over sunset Overheated (over) Welcome home, our only son redredred oh redredred oh redredred oh Mm mm c-come open Mouth like Venus Mm mm c-come over (the) Mountain like Vesuvius Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo Mm mm c-come open Mouth like Venus Mm mm c-come over (the) Mountain like Vesuvius Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo (Send a rocket to Red) (Send a rocket to Red) redredred oh |
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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 - 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)
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 Belly - Star (1993)
Think about dixie She ducked when she ran Made up these bad reasons to stand by her man (he goes) Miss the vein once Try try again I swear (I just went) my my your dress says so sad |
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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 Belly - King (2001)
Untame my brain
Give me a name Hear my faith Seal my fate Unholy and dirty words I gathered to me Thinking the point was keep what's mine for me While he's laughing Hear my faith Seal my fate And when you breathe, you breathe for two And if you think you've finally found the perfect light I hope it's true Unholy and dirty words I gathered to me Thinking the point was keep what's mine for me (and he's laughing) On every track I fractured every back Thinking the point was step on every crack (and he's laughing) Hear my faith Seal my fate Hear my faith Seal my fate And when you breathe, you breathe for two And if you think you've finally found the perfect light I hope it's true You say you saw him laughing I hope it's true I'd like to see it happen I hope it's true 'Cause I can feel it I hope it's true |
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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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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 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 - 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 Belly - King (2001)
Will I be the stranger in your movie
Is there a place for me in the patterns that glow on your skin and your clothes Hold him Hold his thin frame in your arms When everything flows from his skin and his clothes I'm flying so over it Silverfish line his pocket Silver quick he leaves (I don't want to know about your ill-fated love affair) Flying so over it Flying so over your head Hold him in your arms when everything glows on his skin I've been much stranger I've watched you from afar Now everything shows on my skin and my clothes I'm flying so over it Silverfish line his pocket Silver quick he leaves (I don't want to hear about your poorly-timed rock career) Flying so over it Flying so over your head ... Silverfish line his pocket Silver quick he leaves Silverfish line his pocket Silver quick he leaves (I don't want to hear about your poorly-timed rock career) Flying so over it Flying so over your head |
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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 Belly - Star (1993)
Meet him by the road.
There's a dog went running, Picking through spit out leaves A dog won't even touch. Meant to shoot that dog long ago, Just can't leave that dog alone. Maria carry a rifle. Maria carry a dog on her back. That dog is hit again. That slow dog is hit again, With his see-thru skin, The kind of skin you can see through. He's shot again. He's shot again. He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a. He's shot again. He's shot again. He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a. Heal me by a river. Man retires his wife says, But she was so sad and sick. His heart breaks in the mud. Thought I'd leave this world by twenty-one. Couldn't leave that dog alone. Maria carry a rifle. Maria carry a dog on her back. That dog is hit again. That slow dog is hit again, With his see-thru skin, The kind of skin you can see through. He's shot again. He's shot again. He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a. He's shot again. He's shot again. He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a. Maria carry a rifle. Maria carry a dog on her back. Maria carry you on her back. |
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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)
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 Belly - Star (1993)
Poor thing, poor thing Do you have a sister? Would you lay your body Down on the tracks for her? Step one, tiptoe in hell For her? Don't you have someone you'd die for? (5x |
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from Belly - Star (1993)
It's hard for a star.
Sweet sweet sweet wind Burn off this skin. Get it to reach sachuest beach. I can never win With this body I live in. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. I'll just stand up pick up my stuff and... Sweet sweet sweet wind Burn off this skin. Get it to reach sachuest beach. I can never win With this body I live in. Sweet sweet sweet wind Burn off this skin. Sweet sweet sweet wind Burn off this skin. I can never win With this body I live in. |
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from Belly - Star (1993)
Stay, oh oh oh stay (x2) Salmon dives for that big dusky pearl Salmon sighs, he knows he's older than me Sleeps with the fishes soon Stay (stay), oh oh oh stay (x2) Salmon crawls on the belly of God Salmon falls on his face in love with me. He grows as old as the sea Deep where the fishes are. Stay, oh oh oh stay (x4) He lives in the yard, he keeps himself hard He keeps himself homeless and heartless and hard He sleeps under stairs along with the heirs Of nothing and nothing means no one who cares But I love him dear and I love him dear And I've loved him hundreads of thousands of years. Stay. Stay (stay with me) oh oh oh stay. Stay. Stay (stay with me) oh oh oh stay. It's not time for me to go. (x3) Stay. |
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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 Belly - King (2001)
On your third broken window,
Your hair full of glass, Throw your clothes in the hallway, Just a sheet on your back. So you're super-connected now? All the freaks gather around, And the crowd in your bedroom waits For a piece of your personal stash. Are there heart strings connected To the wings you've got slapped on your back? Better climb in the window cause I'm closing the door. On your third broken window, With your hair full of glass, Saw your clothes in the hallway, Just a curtain on your back. I laugh. Are there heart strings connected To the wings you've got slapped on your back? Better climb in the window cause I'm closing the door. Now I'm spinning on a dime. Now I'm spinning on a dime. Now I'm spinning on a dime. Like you claim to do, Like now, like now. Are there heart strings connected To the poison coming out of your mouth? Are you super-connected? Are you super-connected now? I'm spinning on a dime. Throw your clothes in the hallway, And I'm closing the door. |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Last night i had a dream
It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And everyone was around And you were on the ground And everyone was around Dying, you were dying Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And you were all alone you were all alone You were by a phone But you were all alone Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And your friends were there And all your friends were there In their underwear And all your friends were there And you were dying |
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from Belly - King (2001)
My blessed son, you...
You've got a lot to learn. So I'm your best friend, You love me, and Well I'll tell you something: "we're on the road to messy." Now the bees behind my eyes sing "beware," But my bee-stung tongue wants in there. Beware, beware, beware of me. If your heart is not on my side, If your heart is not on my side, If your heart is not on my side, You're not on my side anymore. I steal a piece of your diary. I don't think that looks like me. Am I so cold, now that I'm older? I tell you stories, That doesn't mean you know me. Now the bees behind my eyes sing, "beware," But my bee-stung tongue wants in there. So come at me with mouth open wide, And i, like a jerk, I crawl inside. Beware, beware, beware of me. If your heart is not on my side, If your heart is not on my side, If your heart is not on my side, you're not on my side anymore. |
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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 - 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 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 Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
She wears her dress high
As high as she pulls her hat down low She's seeking out the places those other people can't go and hold her Untouched by the sea (Untouched by the sea) She's walking on water when she walks in her sleep She's dragging me through places I didn't want to be seen She's a liar As I am a thief Because of you I came, because of you I leave I wanna know (I wanna know) Why the monsters that hurt you so don't look like those things that we battled so long ago And I thought I did my part when I pulled you out of there that night you left boot marks on my wall You are my liar So I will be your thief Because of you I came, Because of you I leave Because of you I leave Because of you I leave - yeah Wake up baby, We are home now Wake up baby, We are home now Wake up baby, We are home now We are home now We are home now We are home now |
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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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