Test - Lyrics - The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste - Ministry

Title: Test
Album: The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): K Lite, William Rieflin, Alain Jourgensen

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Lyric:
Yo, this is a test

You say this, when I say that
You say this, when I say that
You say this, when I say that
You say this, when I say that

But I?m not with that
So step back or kiss my
'Cos I won?t be held back
So don?t fight, dis? or piss me off
'Cos I?m not soft or weak
Running down in the maze of the day

This is a new phase
Don?t be commercial or sell out
Or get the hell out of this business
But I won?t be caught in that net of suckers
And glass people
Weak, beaten down and feeble

Society probably wants me to give up
Society probably wants me to give up
As I live up to be my best
In a test, a fight for death
As I fight for my very last breath
Etc and etc

Gotta be strong but wait a minute
Now, could I be better? Now, could I be better?
Well, only I know
Well, what about you? Or do you have a clue?

Could?ve, would?ve, should?ve, it?s too late
Could?ve, would?ve, should?ve, it?s too late
Why you waiting, laying? Sit there, move

Be your own person
Be your own person
Be your own person
Be your own person

Wake up, make up your mind
Seek the knowledge that you will find
Be your own person

Wait for it from the weak
'Cos they make the people level
And with you, make a team
So believe and be your best
'Cos this is a test

Go for the top chart, rock with all your heart
Non- stop, stay up, go
Deal with what?s going on in this crazy world

Man, woman, child, boy, girl, insane to the playing
Love music power pain, be what you gotta do
Get the knowing attitude 'cos this is the test
That we suggest

Be your own person
Be your own person
Be your own person
Be your own person

'Cos this is a test
'Cos this is, this is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is a test, test, test, test, test, test
Test, test, test

'Cos we all know who is the real victim
Society does not want them picked on
Labeled or staked, don?t raise his guilt
But don?t miss your boot and kick them

Faceless in the morning in their urban plight
Felt like a symbol with every situation
Any one tour already overcrowded
Project nation, more inflation

Better your damn situation
But how can you better your situation
If you have no occupation?

Ten of us said, watch the Rolodex center
See how many different schools you can enter
They?re out turning in the pit but life?s a bitch
The world?s unconcerned, I?ll tell you why it stuck in a ditch
You own the key to the damn city but it?s a damn pity

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
...

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Women Lose Weight - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: Women Lose Weight
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Ricky M L Walters, Paul Corfield Godfrey, Skye Edwards

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Lyric:
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser

The name of this entertainment is "Women lose weight"
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factors
Fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice "Hit the gym and don't eat so much food", but no
"You're shallow, you need to run the course
Of unconditional love and so forth"

But how if desire's is not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My unhappiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
"When you gonna leave your wife?" I tell her
"Soon mommy soon" I assume or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowin' nothing 'bout poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumpin' might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this?
Who could I get to help me murder this fat chick?
Guess I'll have to play a dude Robbin
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
Sent her clean over the divider, "You bastard", she said
As the wreck went tumblin' down the hill
I thought, "She has to be dead"
Later on get a call from a Lieutenant O Rourke
Had me leapin' like a frog "We need you at the morgue"
So I selfishly pursue, boohoo, there was nothing else
For me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
C'mon ya'll know I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

"So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue
Who did this hit and run", "No sir we don't have no clues right now"
"This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?"
"Pull yourself together sir"
"I'm so broken up inside I just can't believe this"
"I understand, understand"
"Catch the person who did this"
"We're gonna try sir", "Please"

Screamin', "Who done took my heart" acting shakin' up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin' at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and

Talkin' to detectives that was waitin' outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale and because of betrayal they indicted me
Gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the raw tent
Moral of the story is, "Desire is important"
So watch your weight it'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
Though looking back I realized I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, I killed her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin, trim
Keep your marriages healthy do you know what I mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler
Peace

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Miss Marmelstein - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: Miss Marmelstein
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Harold Rome

Lyric:
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein

Oh, why is it always Miss Marmelstein? Miss Marmelstein
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein

Other girls get called by their first names right away
They get cozy intimate
Do you know what I mean?

And nobody calls me, "Hey, baby doll", Miss Marmelstein
Or "Honey dear", Miss Marmelstein, or "Sweetie pie"
Miss Marmelstein

Even my first name would be preferable
Though it?s terrible, it might be better, it?s Yetta
Or perhaps my second name that?s Tessye
Spelled T E S S Y E

But no, no, it?s always Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
You?d think at least Miss M. they could try
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Oh, I could die

I?m a very willing secretary
Enjoy my work as my employer will corroborate
Except for one disappointment one fly in the ointment
It?s great I mean simply great

But the aggravation of my situation
I might as well get it off my chest, it?s the drum appellation
Oh, pardon the big words I apply
But I was an English major at C.C.N.Y.

Drum appellation
With which I am persistently addressed
Persistently, perpetually, continually and inevitably addressed
Believe me, it could drive a person positively psychosomatic

Oh, why is it always Miss Marmelstein? Miss Marmelstein
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Miss Marmelstein

Other girls get called by their nick names right away
Slightly naughty or risky
Do you know what I mean?

Nobody calls me,"Koo-chee-koo", Miss Marmelstein
Or "Boobala", Miss Marmelstein, or "Passion pie"
Even, "Hey there, babe" thought not respectable, ain?t so object able
It?s kind of crummy but chummy

Of course if I got married, that would do it
So, where?s the lucky guy?
Till then it still is Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Everyday I get more and more fast

Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Oh, I could bust

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Life Is Too $Hort - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: Life Is Too $Hort
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Roger Ball, Malcolm Duncan, Stephen Ferrone, Alan Gorrie, Owen Mcintyre, Todd Shaw, Hamish Stuart

Lyric:
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my East side fans
Back then I knew you couldn't stop this rap
No M.C. could rock like that

Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
You gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do you wanna rap or sell Coke?
Brothers like you ain't never been broke

People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight from Oakland

California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin' down the block
Short Dog, I'm that rappin' man
I said it before and I 'll say it again

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is to some people is unbearable
Committin' suicide and that's terrible
Was it much too much or nothing' big?
If you live my life, you'd be fightin' to live

Life is to me my main asset
I be doin' all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place

Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new Benz, keep your bank right here
Never hear me stutter once 'cause I talk real clear

It's on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin', fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, you soon find out

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is too short, would you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't mess with me
It's been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin' these funky sounds

'Cause I don't stop rappin', that's my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated you must stay up
You asked a simple question boy, don't say, "What?"

You only live once and you callin' it hell
Policeman tryin' to take you to jail
You could give a man time but you don't know
In a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show

Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin' big money, slangin' hop
The task force tryin' to peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, you better watch your back

Life is too short
Life is

You can take back all the things you give
But you can't take back the days you live
Life is to some people who've been on earth
Livin' every single day for what it's worth

I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, that's me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when I'm on the mike

'Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
You gotta turn that dream into the real McCoy
No time to waste, just get on that case
You can't be down 'cause you need to taste

A good life livin' like a king on a throne
Gettin' everything you want and tryin' to have all your own
So life, don't be stupid though
'Cause when you waste it, you'll know

Life is, life is
All right, that's it

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Women Lose Weight - Lyrics - Slick Rick

Title: Women Lose Weight
Artist: Slick Rick
Composer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Ricky M L Walters, Paul Corfield Godfrey, Skye Edwards

Lyric:
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser

The name of this entertainment is "Women lose weight"
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factors
Fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice "Hit the gym and don't eat so much food", but no
"You're shallow, you need to run the course
Of unconditional love and so forth"

But how if desire's is not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My unhappiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
"When you gonna leave your wife?" I tell her
"Soon mommy soon" I assume or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowin' nothing 'bout poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumpin' might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this?
Who could I get to help me murder this fat chick?
Guess I'll have to play a dude Robbin
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
Sent her clean over the divider, "You bastard", she said
As the wreck went tumblin' down the hill
I thought, "She has to be dead"
Later on get a call from a Lieutenant O Rourke
Had me leapin' like a frog "We need you at the morgue"
So I selfishly pursue, boohoo, there was nothing else
For me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
C'mon ya'll know I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

"So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue
Who did this hit and run", "No sir we don't have no clues right now"
"This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?"
"Pull yourself together sir"
"I'm so broken up inside I just can't believe this"
"I understand, understand"
"Catch the person who did this"
"We're gonna try sir", "Please"

Screamin', "Who done took my heart" acting shakin' up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin' at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and

Talkin' to detectives that was waitin' outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale and because of betrayal they indicted me
Gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the raw tent
Moral of the story is, "Desire is important"
So watch your weight it'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
Though looking back I realized I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, I killed her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin, trim
Keep your marriages healthy do you know what I mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler
Peace

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I'M A Terrible Person - Lyrics - Rooney - Rooney

Title: I'M A Terrible Person
Album: Rooney
Artist: Rooney
Composer(s): Robert Schwartzman

Lyric:
I'm a terrible person
I'm a terrible person

I'm a terrible person
'Cause I've made up my mind
I'm a terrible person
'Cause I've led her on

And I'm the only one who knows
What I've done to her, oh yeah
I'm much smarter now
I won't tell her friends before her
Oh, I'm afraid

It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday

I'm a horrible person
I read her diary
I'm not to be trusted
I told all of her secrets

To all the guys in town
They all laugh and slap me five, oh yeah
Luckily she doesn't have dirt on me
'Cause I'm the cleanest guy
Oh, I'm so afraid

It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday

Well, I don't think I'll ever be sorry
No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done
And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely
'Cause having her around wasn't all that special

I don't think I'll ever be sorry
No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done
And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely
'Cause having her around wasn't all that special

It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday

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Life Is..Too Short - Lyrics - Life Is... Too Short - Too $Hort

Title: Life Is..Too Short
Album: Life Is... Too Short
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Roger Ball, Malcolm Duncan, Stephen Ferrone, Alan Gorrie, Owen Mcintyre, Todd Shaw, Hamish Stuart

Lyric:
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my East side fans
Back then I knew you couldn't stop this rap
No M.C. could rock like that

Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
You gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do you wanna rap or sell Coke?
Brothers like you ain't never been broke

People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight from Oakland

California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin' down the block
Short Dog, I'm that rappin' man
I said it before and I 'll say it again

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is to some people is unbearable
Committin' suicide and that's terrible
Was it much too much or nothing' big?
If you live my life, you'd be fightin' to live

Life is to me my main asset
I be doin' all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place

Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new Benz, keep your bank right here
Never hear me stutter once 'cause I talk real clear

It's on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin', fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, you soon find out

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is too short, would you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't mess with me
It's been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin' these funky sounds

'Cause I don't stop rappin', that's my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated you must stay up
You asked a simple question boy, don't say, "What?"

You only live once and you callin' it hell
Policeman tryin' to take you to jail
You could give a man time but you don't know
In a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show

Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin' big money, slangin' hop
The task force tryin' to peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, you better watch your back

Life is too short
Life is

You can take back all the things you give
But you can't take back the days you live
Life is to some people who've been on earth
Livin' every single day for what it's worth

I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, that's me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when I'm on the mike

'Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
You gotta turn that dream into the real McCoy
No time to waste, just get on that case
You can't be down 'cause you need to taste

A good life livin' like a king on a throne
Gettin' everything you want and tryin' to have all your own
So life, don't be stupid though
'Cause when you waste it, you'll know

Life is, life is
All right, that's it

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