Lyrics

[noob3]

She walks with shuffling steps, alone, although surrounded
For the first time in weeks she can see beyond herself
The blue in the water is not afterall the same as the blue in the sky
And the sound of her feet is frivolous
Things seem behind her finally
Things she was told were foolish, they're not foolish at all
She can laugh at herself, and she does.
The wind pushes her clothes into her skin, and she feels fine.
This canal, it's no special canal.
And these ducks are no special ducks.
But today something is special
And genuinley happy.

[HickMan]

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

[The_voice_of_reason]

Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars

So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I've lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your
Holiest of altars

I'd sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One chance
One kiss
One taste of you my magdalena

I bear witness
To this place, this prayer, so long forgotten
So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess

That I'd sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time
For one chance
One kiss
One taste of you my black madonna

I'd sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste
One taste
One taste of you my Magdalena

[Sam]

Everybody Look Around Hear The Sound
Something Specials Gonna Come Your Way
We Got Something That Is New That Is True
We Got Something Just For You Today
All Around The Nation (Whoa Oh)
We're The New Sensation
Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard?
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S.
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated
In The City In The Street
There's A Beat There's A Feeling That You Can't Deny
All The People Wanna Move Wanna Grove
There's A Shine A Spirit In Their Eyes
All Around The Nation (Whoa Oh)
We're The New Sensation
Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard?
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S.
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated
K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated We're Gonna Have Fun
K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated For Everyone
All Around The Nation
We're The New Sensation
Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard?
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S.
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated (What?)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated

[Rongi]

High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!

C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Aw, yeah, I like that shit.

When I arrive it's like a high 5
Or a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
i don't mean to cause a holy commotion
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the Tandy
Rhumba, bloodshot, doing the foxtrot

In my cot sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Yeah, put that machine in Latin mode
Talking about poppin' tacos
Back, back the last century

Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record!...Damn!

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl. Let me hear you say: Sergio
Valente! Say: Jordache Turn it Up

[Jeanette X]

here you come sucking my energy and you suck it up right off the street and I
babydoll
you are sucking my energy drilled in my good hole so I can see you are you are so much bigger than me you are so much bigger than me
babydoll
my raw hand my fever blister watch me watch me watch me disappear
here she comes her pants undone all waste and void all waste and void
there you go in your Nazi car oh babydoll what a whore you are you sit around with your old rag how can I how can I talk when you’ve got the gag
here you come sucking my energy and you suck it up baby right off the street and I babydoll
in the dark I destroy what what I began what I destroy
she’s hanging in her blossom tree babydoll just bleeds for me
babydoll
little girl she’s on the feel her chemical wedding and her chemical peel
I laugh me and I slash mine and I laugh me and I slash mine
sick inside of me well here you are as ugly as me drilled in my good hole so I can see yeah/drilled in my good hole so I can see yeah
here you come sucking my energy/and you suck it up baby right off the street
babydoll
( unintelligible )I see the sun now I I want a cancer that the crooked eye spun
you’re my and my energy cause baby you are so much bigger than me
babydoll
little girl she’s on the floor she gets it all cause she’s the whore
little girl she’s on the ground she gets it all for falling falling down falling down(unintelligible)
I am I am she says I am not free
she says help me I am withering
withering
withering
withering
and I saw her soul her soul her soul comes out

[Ninjavenom]

Cruel Akron bloody bastard I now spit on you
You can turn my bones to black ash but I'll move the moon
I will light your evil kingdom
and your heart will burn in flames
Mutilated or dismembered
we'll soon rise to eat your brain
You will pay for your victims and for Airin's bloody rape
For Arwald my dear friend and all my crying wasted land
I call the rage of my dead
I call the black angels' tears

Also Dargor can't endure all... goes out from the cave
while the demons take the hero for their tragic game
Gods of earth save me from madness
from these rites of total shame
while descending in the red flame
Arwald dies but not in vain
They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain
For Airin, my dead friend and all my crying wasted land
I call the Tharos' fire
I call the thunder roar

Raise your voice and ride all
ride all brave, raise your sword to the sky
and sing the epic symphony
for the mighty and proud firelord

Arwald's acid broke the silver chains
before his very last breath
Akron laughing really doesn't know what now waits for him...
Gods are raging leading my red steel
heads and limbs are falling down
It's in me the mystic messenger bringer of revenge
"Black angel, I call you! King Chaos is raging
in the torment of my heart...
I call the holy earthquake to end this bloody hell!"
Gods are raging leading my red steel
heads and limbs are falling down
It's in me the mystic messenger bringer of revenge
while she comes, beloved sunlight

On the river known as Aigor
our hero found his way
All the demons desperately
search for him now but in vain
They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain
For Airin, my dead friend and all my crying wasted land
I call the Tharos' fire
I call the thunder roar

Raise your voice and ride all
ride all brave, raise your sword to the sky
and sing the epic symphony
for the mighty and proud firelord

[soundtest]

walls trapped within yellow eyes the cutters drooling
face rips apart
cuts to the heart
disease shown let it out
movement crosses crimson light washes darkened
corners gently forces open wide and lingering awhile
pouring thoughts electric fingers blinding pressure
sockets stream matter grey the nerve free fall safely
buried out behind a face
let it out
be carefull watching living masks misshapen tumors ride the pressing tinted nightmare breeze

mental shock
disturbed thoughts rotting
long lasting reaction
make it stop stir up the pot
taking away means nothing

distorted moodswing smile altered music shadow covers
melted honey bitter pie she utters tasting quite lovely

motion on towards a truthful state mincing with words align order
form to multiply

mental shock relentless and leaning
compiling the list
alone at the top before before it was not this way i thought...it did

[FlakTrooper]

I love livin' in the city

My house smells just like the zoo
It chock full of shit and puke
Cockroaches on the walls
Crabs crawlin' on my balls
Ohh, well I'm so clean cut
I just wanna fuck some slug

I love livin' in the city

Spent my whole life in the city
Where junk is king and the air smells shitty
People pukin' everywhere
Bars of blood, scabs and hell
Bodies wasted in the street
People dyin' on the street
But the suburban scumbags, they don't care
Just get fat and dye their hair

I love livin' in the city

I love livin' in the city

[HickMan]

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

Chorus

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (18x)
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

Chorus

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

Chorus
Jump (32x)

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk

[Grazzt]

Weigh anchor, hoist the sails
Cruisin' for booty on watery trails
No exploiter we see can still sail on
Our cannons fire till his ship goes down

Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger

Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands
Our engagements are tough, but only for
defence
Carefully we sail around the reefs
To force those die-hards to their knees

Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger

Coming through the waves to free all the captives
Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics
We're the menace, the curse of the sea
We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee

Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger

[Ninjavenom]

:rock

[HickMan]

How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel Chorus: How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They will turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortunes I'd be a heavenly person today And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel Now I stand here waiting I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold

[Ihach]

put that gun to my temple
put that gun to my heart
make me walk off the plank chi cha
all always in to the dark


ch-
A I D S H I V
i cannot wait to die
can’t you tell
can’t you tell
can’t you tell


never finish my degree cha chi
never play with the Pogues
throw my head out the window and
cement my feet into the dark

[HickMan]

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo--I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid dont play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say HI
Did you stop?
No--I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo--so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine--
All I heard were shells
Fallin on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin to get away before the jackers jacke
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)

Take heed, 'caese I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay palays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo--I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)

Yo man--let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!

Ice Ice baby Too Cold
Ice Ice baby Too Cold Too cold (3X)

[UnDeath]

Wrap the wire round the neck, pull it tight to suffocate. His mouth is spewing steaming blood. Hang the body with a cord, gag his mouth with shards of steel. He doesn't know tha pain he'll feel. Interwoven deadly spikes, tightening cables, lacerate. Assorted gashes open wide. Ruptured veins are gushing blood, scraps of skin are flying off. The body of the helpless prey. Jagged cable binds, you scream, no escape. Metal barbs tearing at you, rend your flesh. Tear apart the tendons, wire chokes the victim. Shred away his features, shred away his being. Rip the tissue from the body, rend your flesh. Lacerate, sharp spikes rip. Mutilate, pierce the skin.
Mummified in barbed wire. Breathing stops. Life expires. Mummified in barbed wire. Metal binds as you die.
Tangled in a web of pain, no escape. Blood seeps through the metal sheath, saw-like noose. Tear apart the tendons, wire chokes the victim, shred away his features, shred away his being, gleaming cords encase the corpse. No escape. Lacerate, sharp spikes rip. Mutilate, pierce the skin.
Mummified in barbed wire. Breathing stops. Life expires. Mummified in barbed wire. Metal binds as you die.
Steel wraps your face, Blood soaks the steel. Bound in wire, soon to die, life choked out, bleed to death. Mummified in barbed wire.

[Les Waste]

*Left Channel*
Make sure!
Taking cover in the bunker tonight
Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights
I feel alright
Gotta Fender Stratosphere
I can do anything tonight
It's in neon lights an' global rights
Frank? He's on the phone
There ain't no German girl outside
But who cares when its warm inside?
With music
Special mystery of music tragically
Exchanging slaves for majesties
Modern waves of tragedy
Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots
A shiny grey mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash my glass and shout shanghi
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you lonesome tonight
And do ya need a country cowboy
Who's just thin and tight in those
Brrrr bus depot jeans
With a squirt resistant stud stud
Hey stoner

Get over there in the spliffbunker one
Becos London Bridge was sold somehow
But it was too old anyhow
When Uncle Sam has broken down
We'll make him down in old Japan
Say yeee

Well there ain't no better blend
Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men
Where the wind blows
I ain't seen none like that scenery

You can see from a bus if you pay the price

Wave my arms around
Flag one of those taxi's maybe
I saw a girl somewhere somehow
Forever sticks in my mind somehow
I've just got three lines
And a pair of two's
Like a lucky roll of dice that you
You cast

*Right Channel*
If music could talk!
Which means
Whatever your mind can bring
Likethe apple fell off the tree
Pah! Fell right on his head
Yeah many years ago

There was a man who said
I am a shaman
A voodoo shaman
Got in trouble so he's going out
Mixing up and Haiti! Oh!
And the crickets
Buddy Holly said it was
Brrr Brrr yiii!

If music could talk you know

I feel kinda lonely
Standing out on the floor
Of Electric Ladyland...
Cos this is a good question Samson
Are you partly Arabic?

Chi man! Whatcho all about

I don't want to I can't hope to
Say it all in one go
Occasionally once or twice
A day I feel alive enough to say
Let's hear what the drummerman's
Got to say about
He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not?
Sept 12 until October
If they pack 2 piece
Colt pair of shoots
We got the shiny grey Mexican suits
I'm just wasting a great big
Corporation and the entire fund
The girders of Wall Street
And thetemples of money
And the high priests
Of the expense account
And Im wasting the whole thing
I come down in Yamaha-ha
They make the best pianos-time to step-up

[Schimid]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Turtles count it off!
One, Two, Three, Four!

Turtles!
Mutant chain reaction.

Turtles!
Livin' underground.

Turtles!
Ninjitsu action.

Turtles!
It's a shell of a town.

Turtles count it off!


One! Live by the code of the martial arts.

Two! Never fight unless someone else starts.


Three! Always stick together no matter what.

Four! If all else fails then it's time to KICK BUTT!

I love bein' (I love bein')
I love bein' (I love bein')
I love being a Turtle!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Turtles count it off!
One, Two, Three, Four!

Turtles!
There's no one better.

Turtles!
Watch out for Shredder.

Turtles!
They're like no others.

Turtles!
Those teenage brothers.

One, Two, Three, Four!

One, Two, Three, Four!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

:lol

[Les Waste]

This song rules >:

This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust
Moss back, Antideluvian data plate
Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed
Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face
Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound
Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns
Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee
In some flaming town, you'll bury yaself, the greediest
Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians
Circumstances of development leading up to the previous
Where the day takes you, placed within the sun
Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done
One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt
Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch
Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment
Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch
Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound
Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound
In the prairie fields, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead, short days ago
They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
The torch be yours, to hold it high
If ye break faith with us, who dies?
Loved and were loved, and now they lie
cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky


[Chorus 3X:]
Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs
Father architect, to peal the lemon and share a drag
Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize
Butterscotch ladybugs, candy-cane butterflies


In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face
The sound through a combination of sounds or it's representation
In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme
Salamander slithers into a stream where glitters fiend
Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle
We build the new chapples, still bobbing for blue apples
Tackle and shackle, recycling wordage and best far
The Titantic artifacts on waterfront restaurant
World War 3, entrees, pickled and cripple me
Aqua-taxi verbalism torch, ticketed separately
Ice laid in waters, all thrill to the heroic
Hair pins, twists and turns, bottles exploded
Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin Robbins and Hagen Das
Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws
Views of marine life, mystifyingly true
Rob ya scores of curiousities, it's just a rhyming see-through
Flew first class, ideal baby pandas, koalas
Go mix Pina Coladas and experience my Kitanas
Those Mephostophales, Beezelbub, Lucifierian lifestyle
Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly
Waffle show club, foot polly, slobbing for penny
Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, Eric and Minnie
For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred
And the deciteful lust read it, shed off infinity facelifts
Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea
and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee

[Chorus 2X]

Hang 'em high, dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards
Sunset stroll, hand-picked the green raisins
Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds
My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seenications
Seem patient, wasting time now, slim-fitten crewmen
The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans
One man aircraft carrier, personelle
No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent tail
What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul?
The voice being starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice
Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides
Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes
Interactive play areas, reservations required
Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher
Plus elite catering, remarkeable tasting menu
and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue
Never will concede, just work hard, determined
Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German
Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian
Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion
Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti
Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti
Over night camping trip, foes will disappear
Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered

[Chorus 2X]

[Jeanette X]

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, hah
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin'

[Grazzt]

Scream, Dracula, Scream!

You are an educated rapper
You can really rap your ass off
You can really knock it out
You are the greatest one of all

Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(but you couldn't do it, g)

Keep on playing that rap music
Keep on moving on the jack move
Jam harder like a magikist
Rock harder like a magikist

Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(was fucking with me)
Eazy E(but you couldn't kill me)

Goddamn that Eazy E, that motherfucker tried to kill me! So what if I called you back from the dead, I sure as fuck didn't call you to try and choke me to death! I was all out of breath, had no energy left. Luckily that redneck came up with a shotgun and backhanded your ass. You think that you can jump into someone's body and kill me? You think just 'cause you're from Compton you can kill me? Just because you're dead you can kill me? Well, fuck you Eazy E! There's something you don't know about me. That's that I represent my city. Yeah yeah! I'm a real Columbus g. So if you want it bitch, then come and get some. I'll be sitting at the wafflehouse on 161. That's the wafflehouse just off 571. With a plate full of (?) between my legs and a score to settle with your punk ass. Eazy E! Eazy E! Please stop trying to fuck with me. Bitch.

Rock, rap and roll will never die
The music will pick you up
The jam session will rock your artwork
Rap, rock and roll will entertain your artistic talent

Fuck you Eazy E
Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(tried to kill me)
Eazy E(but he couldn't do it, g)
Hardcore

Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Diet Pepsi, uh-huh
Fuck Eazy E
Tupac you be dead
Stay dead bitch

[Ninjavenom]

Reach deep within where reality is hard to find
Search in the corners of the winding mazes of your mind
Seek out the treasures that open doors that some keep sealed
Believe in your dreams and a wonderworld will be revealed
Come to the boundless land somewhere inside your fantasies
Built by dreams and magic the secret place that none have seen

Chase the horizons, catch the illusion
Remember the child within
There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow
Hold on to the Ancient Dreams

Great kings and tyrants, unicorns and elflords
Devils and demons, dungeons and dragons
Phoenix is rising up from the ashes of the wind
Born into glory, then back to ashes once again
High flies the dragon, the ruler of the seven skies
Riding the winds, not knowing that he just can't die

Chase the horizons, catch the illusion
Remember the child within
There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow
Hold on to the Ancient Dreams

See how the wizard cast his spell with maddened eyes
Using his magic to reach the heavenly skies
Witness the alchemist turning all his lead to gold
Try after try, begging that his fantasy will hold
See how the rainbow bends it shape into the sea
Follow the sign and your dreams will be reality

Chase the horizons, catch the illusion
Remember the child within
There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow
Hold on to the Ancient Dreams

[Protoclown]

Lyric threads suck. I should lock this.

[Grazzt]

That would be blasphemy. What you really should do is remove HickMan's posts.

[The Retro Kat]

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows

Edit: what the fuck was i thinking, this should be here too.

In the name of GWAR, in the name of love
In the name of the blood dripping out of the sun
I call out your God, till before me he stands
But don't send me Jesus, he's only a man
Meat Sandwich!!!
I have come as a feral thing, clutching at your bloated underbelly
Let the agony, of the is to be
Be the shrieks, the warnings of the death screams
Pummeling the wretched, crushing the defiler
Pummeling the wretched-aye!
Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come
They've come for
Meat Sandwich (crucify)
I have come as a feral thing, snapping at your bloated underbelly
To crucify, shrieks of the crucified
Let the agony, of the is to be
Be the shrieks, the warning of the death screams
Pummeling the wretched (you know who)
Crushing the defiler (you know who you are)
Pummeling the wretched-aye! (you know who)
Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come
They come for
Meat Sandwich!

[Grazzt]

Into a strange new world, into the after all
Your tears might find you've fallen too far
Take another look, take another ride
Can't we make them leave the hate behind?

And I still believe in nothing
Will we ever see the shape of tomorrow?

Into the empty storm, into the formless loss of hope,
Where we can forget the game
And I still believe in nothing
Will we ever see the cure for our sorrow?

Nothing is sacred when no one is saved
Nothing's forever so count your days
Nothing is final and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow and find your empty still

Nothing is sacred when no one is saved
Nothing's forever so count your days
Nothing is final and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow and find you're empty still

Nothing!

[Protoclown]

THIS THREAD IS LIVING ON BORROWED TIME, KNOWUMSAYIN??? :)

[FlakTrooper]

oh well fefe fifi fofo fum
i smell the blood of a scumdog english bum
that limey sap needs a dirt nap
he's got to perish on paperview

for how much longer must we endure
his winey winey crappy sappy musical manure
i wanna slap that fag with a toe tag
if you wont do it then i will

morrisey must die
morrisey must......die

little green haired hags, shaped like duffel bags
all think he's the cats meow
but they'll need a brand new pin up twit
when my thirty eight goes (pow pow pow)

we should lethal needle,garrote, hang or bludgeon him
too make the world a better place
and my hyperspeed black and decker power tool
will wipe that smug look off his face

morrisey must die
morrisey must.....die

the highest court of public opinion
finds the defendant morrisey
and his swarmy skanky fanbase
guilty of transgressions against man music and nature
and hereby sentences the british bastard to death on payperview

[Generator86]

*9/11 Is A Joke*

Love your country but hate your government
Our freedoms are being sacrificed for freedom
Now the President's men invented a boogeyman
And we repaid their innocents in tenfold

The first casualty of war is truth
Our patriotism helps us forget the facts
But our "heroes" can speak neither truth nor lie
With their bodies spread over ten miles wide

Fuck the well-oiled suits in their secret societies
Fuck the scripted self-righteous media whores
Fuck the eBay junkies peddling their wares
A little souviner of the Tower's collapse

Now your daddy's wallet thickens with your military decisions
And your right hand man lays the pipes in the sand
What was once big brother has become the big bully
We have unleashed forces we cannot control through our arrogance and carelessness

[Grazzt]

sucker mcs and wargs beware
and all you elf girls throw your hands in the air
elf girls in the house say “whoaaaaa”
and all the hobbits in the house say “bombadillo”
all the dwarves in the house don't know
that I tell tall tales like my man bilbo
to the orcs in the house it’s on
and all the wild men say “ghan-buri-ghan”
all the ents in the house say “burarum”
and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom


from the east
to far harad
from the west
to your backyard
all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room
and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom
from the north
to bagshot row
from the south
to tuckborough
all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room
and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom


all you sucka MCs just can't compete
with two hobbit rappers sportin furry feet.
our style's wild, but our beats are tight
everybody say ALRIGHT!!!
and all you sucker MCs can't compare
to a shire b-boy with shaggy hair.
we're two hobbit rappers with the savoire-faire
all you rohan riders put your fist in the air

from the east
to far harad
from the west
to your backyard
all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room
and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom
from the north
to bagshot row
from the south
to tuckborough
all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room
and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom

nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom
nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom


L-O-R D to the S
we turn out the party cause we are the best!
you bring the ring, we'll pass the test
we get the party moving, then we head for the west!
I may look hick in my hat and vest
but my rhymes are filled with flava and zest!
Goldberry chills in B-dil's nest
I rocked this verse he'll rock the next
well I'm a mic-bearer; that's my quest
I got some words to get off my chest
Check my crib it's an elf-girl fest
you wanna battle me I'll say hell yes


we bring hip-hop satisfaction
elf girls give us all the action
point the mic at the crowd, what's your reaction?
Lords of the Rhymes are the main attraction!
so elf girls in the house shake that thing
and all the hobbits in the house stand up and sing
elf girls in the house do the humpty-hump
and all the hobbits in the house get ready to jump!


sucker mcs and wargs beware
and all you elf girls throw your hands in the air
elf girls in the house say “whoaaaaa”
and all the hobbits in the house say “bombadillo”
all the dwarves in the house don't know
that I tell tall tales like my man bilbo
to the orcs in the house it’s on
and all the wild men say “ghan-buri-ghan”
all the ents in the house say “burarum”
and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom

There ain’t no party like a hobbit party,
Cause a hobbit party don’t stop!

There ain’t no party like a hobbit party,
Cause a hobbit party don’t stop!

[Les Waste]

Lyrics threads DO suck >: :(

I've got your picture
Of me and you
You wrote "I love you"
I love you too
I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do

Oh it's in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them all 'round my cell
I asked the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and
turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them all 'round my cell
I want the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and
turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a psyched lone ranger
Everyone

That's why I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I
really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
(think so think so think so)
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

[Ninjavenom]

Wake up my child, hope is here.
With the vengeance, we have no time to bleed.
My only world filled with fear.
I never saw the sower of the seed.

Where is the world we had. Who can ever save you and your little lives.
A child guides a child guided child.
A child is never guilty. But you should not run free...

The grave is open, let us pray without remorse.
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again.
Why not look through your fingers what they've done.
Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....

Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.
Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.
If only we could wake up soon and scream.

Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, madness has a reason.
Throw money at the problem and it will remain.
Your life has no value for them, "violate me and this never ends.
My children will then hate you too."
The grave is open, let us pray without remorse.
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again, tonight.
Why not look through your fingers what they've done.
Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....

Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in.
Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come.
For our children soon have nothing they should learn.

The grave is open, let us pray without remorse.
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again.
Why not look through your fingers what they've done.
Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....

Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.
Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.
If only we could wake up soon and scream.

Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.
Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.
If only we could wake up soon and scream.

[kellychaos]

Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew 'round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back


Chorus:
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...


Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples clothes


Chorus


Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he playes his last request while the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost it's fun
There was nothing to be done
But to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill

[CastroMotorOil]

The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target
Two times the devil with all the significance
Dragged and raped for the love of a mob
I can't stay - because I can't be stopped
Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us
I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses
Let me tell you how it's gonna be
I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me

Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam
Same ol' shit in a dead fad

Everybody wants to be so hard
Are you real or a second rate sports card?
They all lost their dad or their wife just died
They never got to go outside - SHUT UP
Nobody gives a fuck
it doesn't change the fact that you suck

Chorus
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore

Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool
But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud - so fuck you
Standing out is the new pretension
Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression
You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned
All the mediocre sacred cows we spawned
Put your trust in the mission
We will not repent - this is our religion

Chorus

I AM HATED
YOU ARE HATED
WE ARE HATED

Everything sucks and I can prove it
Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it
Idividuals, indispensable
I'm the paradox deity vessel
...the other side holds no secret
But this side is done, I don't need it
Before you go, you should know you're breaking down
You'll be rotten by the time you're underground

Chorus

(We Are) The source of conscience
(We Are) Distorted sentients
There's only one thing left
And I can't leave until it's sated
(We Are) The absolute
(We Are) Controlling you
They're closing in, I can't escape
I AM HATED

[Esuohlim]

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place... Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust peachy!!! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast.
Dawww!! Big bowl of sauerkraut!
Every single mornin'! It was driving me crazy.

I said to my mom, I said, "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train. And she leaned right down next to me, and she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old.

That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place, where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh so fluffy! Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long, and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel!

Wacka wacka, doo doo, yeah!

Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true. Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize. That's right, a first class, one-way ticket...

to Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!

Oh yeah. You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell ya, it was really great... except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor. And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time. The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore...and, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out, and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died. Except for me. You know why?

'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah-ha-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha. Aahhh. So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage, I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days, draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my 12-pound bowlin' ball and my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel. But finally I arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn where the towels are oh so fluffy! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's OK, they're clean.

Well, I checked into my room, and I turned down the A/C, and I turned on the SpectraVision, and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much, when suddenly there's a knock on the door. Well, now, who could that be?

I say, "Who is it?" No answer.
"Who is it?" There's no answer.
"WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything.

So finally, I go over and I open the door, and just as I suspected, it's some big, fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut, and only one nostril. Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right. So, anyway, he bursts into my room, and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like, "Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me."
And he's like, "Tough!"
And I'm like, "Give it!"
And he's like, "Make me!"
And I'm like, "'kay!"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus, and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows, and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation, yes indeed, you better believe it. And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook. And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know what it said? I'll tell ya what it said!

It said, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator."

In Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!

Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest, I would not sleep for an instant, until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in my car, and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says, "Yeah, whaddaya want??"

I said, "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said, "Nah, we're outta glazed donuts."
I say, "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said, "No, we're outta jelly donuts."
I said, "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said, "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts."
I said, "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said, "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls!"
I said, "You got any apple fritters?"
He said, "No, we're outta apple fritters!"
I said, "You got any bear claws?"
He said, "Wait a minute, I'll go check."

"No, we're outta bear claws!"
I said, "Well, in that case... in that case, what do you have?"
He says, "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels."
I said, "OK, I'll take that."
So he hands me the box, and I open up the lid, and the weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over. Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little somethin' like this:

DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God! Ah,
AaaaaaahhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh!

I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a calligraphy enthusiast, with a slight overbite, and hair the color of strained peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me. She said, "Hey, you've got weasels on your face."

That's when I knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that. Aw, we ate together, we bathed together, we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got married, and we bought us a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly. Oh we were so very, very, very happy, aw yeah. But then, one fateful night, Zelda said to me, she said, "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said, "Woah! Hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!"

So we broke up, and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go...

in Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!


Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me, because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me a part-time job at the Sizzler! I even made employee of the month after I put out that grease fire with my face. Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attitude.

OK, like one time, I was out in the parkin' lot, tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I say, "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes, and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw!" So I did.

And then he gets all indignant on me. He's like, "Hey, man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader, for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he complaining about?

Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to me on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three days. Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein. And he's yelling and screaming and bleeding all over, and I'm like, "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding and screaming, "Aaaahhhh! AaaaahhhhOhhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" You know, completely missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know?

Anyway, um...um...where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought.

Uh, well, uh, OK, anyway, I-I know it's kind of a roundabout way of saying it, but, I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is...

I HATE SAUERKRAUT!

That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandry, full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours, there's still a little place

called Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)

I said A! (A!)
L! (L!)
B! (B!)
U! (U!)

querque! (querque!)

(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)

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