American Way - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: American Way
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Kamaal Fareed, David Spradley, Nasir Jones, Garry Shider, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Political, "Recently there has been an emergence of
Socially conscious and political rappers
It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world"

Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America

Yeah, check it, uh, spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong enough stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell

On cat tranquilizer rap guys get bank
And think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue
I'm American too, but I ain't with the President's crew

What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin' 'bout Rap the Vote, you ain't thought about

The black vote mean Nathan
Who you gonna elect, Satan or Satan?
In the hood, nothin' is changin', uh
We ain't got no choices

Who to choose, ten years ago they were tryin' to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick

Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children
Then she gotta prove
That she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool

Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom, you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose

Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh

See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us, get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way

Up in the steam room chillin', ex foliating the skin
It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spot's an expensive place
Manhattan, New York, I'm try'na keep steamin', it's good for the lungs

Had plans for the evenin', this man leans in, his boy's laughin'
Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men
This always happens since all Black women care about is
Who got dough and all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe

I say first brotha, you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinsky or Donald Trump's pimpin' spree

Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
But who are we to blame, not the dames
It's a man-made game, in all essence, our woman the same

Beautiful creatures, black girls birthed the earth
So they deserve to earn man's purse
Matter fact, I'm about to go shoppin' with my dime
Catch you cowards the next time, next rhyme, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(What up, K? That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
(Ha, yeah)

I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay
I don't care about the dyin' of AIDS, but I care if I got paid
Who even cares about the President, I think we're makin' a mistake
I don't care about the hurricane as long as my baby's safe
I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country into bits

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight
(And ya don't stop, uh)
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Nas is a rebel to America

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American Way - Lyrics - Little River Band

Title: American Way
Artist: Little River Band
Composer(s): Paul Gildea, Glenn Reither

Lyric:
I've seen God's children in trailer parks
Seen caddies cruisin' for movie stars
A ruby saddle in a neon sky
And a southern town even time passed by

I watched the sun fall down in the canyons
I nearly met my maker in LA
I thought I'd seen it all
Until she showed me the American way

Oh, the American way
Well, I woke up to a brand new day
The American way

Flyin' J shone a light on me
Like my one true friend I was happy to be
On a diamond highway rollin' on
As we drove through the night the radio sang along

I had a crisis out on the back road
I spent eternity on the freeway
And I was truly lost
Until she showed me the American way

Oh, the American way
Well, she forced me on my knees to pray
The American way

Shine on me, home of the brave
Shine on us all, land of the free
Won't you shine on?

I've seen an angel drink from the bottle
I heard everything she had to say
But I know, I knew nothing
Until she showed me the American way

Oh, the American way
Well, I woke up to a brand new day
And she forced me on my knees to pray
And I swear I heard Superman
Tellin' me it's okay, it's the American way

Oh, the American way
The American way

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes

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The American Way - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: The American Way
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank (Jr) Williams

Lyric:
If you fly in from Birmingham
You'll get the last
If you blew in from Boston
No, you sure won't have to wait

And I'm learning a little more every day
About the power of the dollar
And the people with white collars
And the good old American way

I've noticed I don't get much help
When they see my blue jeans
Some slick with a suit walks up
Oh, can I help you please?

Yes I'm learning, as I gain a little age
About the power of the dollar
And the people with white collars
And the good old American way

Some high society lady says
Is your horse outside?
No ma'am, he's between my legs
But you?re too fat to ride

And you?re learning
A little more about my ways
And what I think about your dollar
And your white collar
And your good old American way

If you don't like my nudie boots
I'm sorry about that
Don't make fun of my hat too
Or you might get knocked flat

And you'll learn some more
If you ever pass down our way
About the folks without the dollars
And without white collars
Hell, they are the American way

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Young Americans - Lyrics - The Cure

Title: Young Americans
Artist: The Cure
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
Gee my life's a funny thing
Am I still too young?

He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American
She wants the young American

All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window she
Finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she can take anything

But the freak and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American
She wants the young American

All right
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
Live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American
He wants the young American

All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, President Clinton?
Do you remember, Bill you have to pay?
Or even yesterday

Bein' the un-American
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere and
Not a myth left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor?
In a case just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro-Sheilas

Ain't that close to love?
Ain't that poster love?
Well it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you

All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American
You want the young American

All right
You want the young American

You're not a pimp and you're not a hustler
The pimp's got a Cadillac, the lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands ache

[incomprehensible]

I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man who can say no more?
Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
Ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song
That can make me break down and cry?
Break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All right
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All night
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All right
Young American, young American, young American
I want the young American

I want the young American
I want the young American
I want the young American
I want the young American

Young American, young American
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American

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Fi - A Bigger Mood - Lyrics - American Hi-Fi - American Hi

Title: Fi - A Bigger Mood
Album: American Hi-Fi
Artist: American Hi
Composer(s): Stacy Jones

Lyric:
I need a bigger mood
To block out the sun
I don't wanna see what I've become
And you could fight your way
Give back what you really want
It's nothing special anyway

Yeah, you're always in my way
I'm falling faster everyday
Yeah, you're always in my way
I gotta spit you out
You bring me down
Everything just crashes to the ground
'Cause you were always in my way

I can feel a brake
A bruise from another day
It's hard to say just what I feel
It all seems broken now
When I'm stuck on the in between
Staring at something out of reach

Yeah, you're always in my way
I'm falling faster everyday
Yeah, you're always in my way
I gotta spit you out
You bring me down
Everything just crashes to the ground
'Cause you were always in my way, go

Yeah, you're always in my way
Yeah, you're always in my way
You bring me down
Everything just crashes to the ground
'Cause you were always in my way
'Cause you were always in my way
'Cause you were always in my way

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Young Americans - Lyrics - The Best Of Bowie - David Bowie

Title: Young Americans
Album: The Best Of Bowie
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down
He frowns, gee my life's a funny thing
Am I still too young?

He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

All night
Young American, young American
She wants the young American
All night

Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything

But the freak and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All night
Young American, young American
She wants the young American
All night

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

All night
Young American, young American
He wants the young American
All right

Do you remember your President Nixon?
Do you remember the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

Have you been a hung American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth, left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor?
In case, just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners

Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll?
Her heart's been broken just like you have

All night
Young American, young American
He wants the young American
All right

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady?s got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake

I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?

And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

Ain't there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

All night
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All night
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All night
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All night
Young American, young American
I want the young American

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American Cliche - Lyrics - The Amalgamut - Filter

Title: American Cliche
Album: The Amalgamut
Artist: Filter
Composer(s): Richard Patrick

Lyric:
Last seat on the bus, who you gonna trust
Which one do you follow, last seat on the bus
Don't make such a fuss
This much should make you hollow

'Cause every time you make yourself the reason
Is every time you make yourself beaten
Yeah

This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)
(Aah)
This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)

First seat on the bus, who you gonna trust
Which one do you may follow?
First seat on the bus
Don't make such a fuss

Which one do you make hollow
Now every time you make your friend the reason
And every time you make your friend the beaten
Yeah

This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)
(Aah)
This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)

You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
Oh no

[Incomprehensible] God God God God God
Yea yea oh

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Modern Democracy - Lyrics - No Holds Barred (Live In Europe) - Biohazard

Title: Modern Democracy
Album: No Holds Barred (Live In Europe)
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, William Daniel Graziadei, Daniel Schuler

Lyric:
As I look up at the sky
I wonder why Momma always cried
Was it for how fast we lived and died
Or because we never got our piece of the pie?

Busting at the seams, the American Dream
Like Meth said cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Parents with good intentions never mention
The Brooklyn House of Detention

Free to fly and free to try
To get our peace before we die
Free to fly and free to try
To get our piece of the pie and die

Locking us down, we got cops all around,
The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound
But you only wanted a piece of the pie
And in your mind's eye, Momma's still gonna cry
No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies
On the day that you die but we're free to fly
And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die

Freedom, liberty, the KKK
Modern democracy, we have no say
American Dream, The American Way
Land of the Free, Home of the Slave

Free to fly and free to try
To get our peace before we die
Free to fly and free to try
To get our peace before we die

Free to fly and free to try
To get our peace before we die
Free to fly and free to try
To get our piece of the pie and die

Freedom, liberty, the KKK
Modern democracy, we have no say
American Dream, The American Way
Land of the Free, Home of the Slave

Freedom, liberty, the KKK
Modern democracy, we have no say
American Dream, The American Way
Land of the Free, Home of the Slave

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American Spy - Lyrics - Ian Hunter

Title: American Spy
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter Patterson

Lyric:
Alright

Neon lights in the pouring rain
It's just another Saturday
Avoid the bomber boys comin' out the Indian
Looking for a [Incomprehensible]

I left home on the 4th of July
In nineteen hundred and seventy five
I'm just a pirate with a patch over one eye
Wanna buy a drink for an American spy?

I spent fourteen years on the factory floor
I never took a day off sick
I was workin' away all day on the Center Lathe
Tryin' to get it done quick

I was always in the red, never in the black
You make a little money and they take it all back
This ain't the way to spend the rest of my life
Wanna buy a drink for an American?
Wanna buy a drink for an American spy?

Wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Honey, you wanna buy a drink for an?

Englishmen don't commit suicide
They move to the USA
They got big back yards and Platinum cards
And everyday's a holiday

Seedy little snobs, I don't wanna know 'em
I don't trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em
Cast your fate to the winds say I
Wanna buy a drink for an American?
Wanna buy a drink for an American spy?

Don't ask me sounded like a plan
Go west, go west, go west young man
I've had enough of that old school tie
Wanna buy a drink for an American?
You wanna buy a drink for an American?
(Spy)
You wanna buy a drink for an American spy?

You wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
You wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
You wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Honey, you wanna buy a drink for an American
(Spy)

Do you wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Do you wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Do you wanna buy a drink for an American spy?
Do you wanna buy a drink for an American spy?

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American Boy - Lyrics - Shine - Estelle

Title: American Boy
Album: Shine
Artist: Estelle
Composer(s): William Adams, Keith Harris, Josh Lopez, Caleb Speir, John Stephens, Estelle Swaray, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Just another one champion sound
Me and you about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town

Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy

He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya"
I just met this 4 foot 7 boy who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but I like the way he's thinking

And no, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits
First let's see the West End, I'll show you all my best friends
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy

Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good

Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm lovin' those shell toes
Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy

Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American boy, American boy?

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy
American boy, American boy, American

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American Son - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: American Son
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

Lyric:
Stuck inside a jigsaw
Of the Midwestern modern midtown
Feeling like a trophy
That the old man's been passing around

Just another suit back
From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying that he was something to see

Well, now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
Living out the old man's fantasy of being number one
Daddy used to tell me, "Son, you'll never kiss ass"
I'm the last of the American Son and it's such a, such a gasp

It's like a shot of silicon
The way the conversation grew
And everybody was telling me something
That I already, already knew

Well, I might be dumb but it didn't take that long
For me to get out of that room and bills
And when I ran into the streets
The crowd was yelling he's such a, such a gasp

Now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
Living out the old man's fantasy of being number one
Daddy used to tell me, "Son, you'll never kiss ass"
I'm the last of the American Son and it's such a, such a
Such a gasp, well, now kiss ass

You know that Eddy's in danger of
Of a self indulgent fool
To mesmerize himself into thinking
That he is just to cool for school

Well, you know that it's fun to carry a gun
And shoot down what you never could be
And when the dealer calls and has got you by the balls
You tell him that ya, you tell that ya had it from me

Now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
Living out the old man's fantasy of being number one
Daddy used to tell me, "Son, you'll never kiss ass"
I'm the last of the American Son
And it's a, it's a, it's a, it's a, it's a
It's such a, it's such a, it's such a gasp

I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son

I'm the last, I'm the last
I'm the last, I'm the last
I'm the last, I'm the last
I'm the last, I'm the last

I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son

I'm the last of the American Son
I'm the last of the American Son

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American Baby - Lyrics - Stand Up - Dave Matthews Band

Title: American Baby
Album: Stand Up
Artist: Dave Matthews Band
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dave Matthews, Stefan Lessard, Carter Beauford, Leroi Moore, Boyd Tinsley

Lyric:
If these walls came crumbling down
You fell so hard to make us lose our faith
From what's left you'd figure it out
Still make lemonade taste like a sunny day

Stay beautiful baby
I hope you stay American baby
American baby

Nobody's laughing now
God's grace lost and the devil is proud
But I've been walking for a thousand miles
One last time I could see you smile

I, I hold hold on to you
You bring me hope I'll see you soon
And if I don't see you
I'm afraid we've lost the way

Stay beautiful baby
I hope you stay American baby
American baby
American baby

I hold on to you, you lift me up
And always will
I see you in life
Hope I don't get left behind

I, I hold hold on to you
You bring me hope I'll see you soon
And if I don't see you
I'm afraid we've lost the way

Stay beautiful baby
I hope you stay American baby
I hope you stay beautiful baby
I hope you stay American baby

American baby
American baby, alright
Stay American baby
Beautiful baby

Nobody's laughing now
But you could always make me laugh out loud

Stay American baby
American baby
Stay American baby
American baby

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American Pride - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: American Pride
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Randy Owen

Lyric:
American pride, something you feel inside
Something you can't describe American pride

Dad said, "Son I'm proud you won
But the game is more than any toy"
Mama said, "Now son say sir and say ma'am
And be proud you're southern born"

You play when you're hurt and you work when you're tired
'Cause that was Grandpa's way
And the biscuits are better at Granny's house
And the gravy taste great all day

American pride, yes it is something you feel inside
Something you can't describe, something you cannot hide
American pride, something you feel inside
Traditions run deep and wide with American pride

When a baby is born we all celebrate
With tears of joy in family eyes
'Cause we all know the baby will grow
Up with American pride

Yeah, we work and we play and we have our own ways
And we don't all look alike
But if the 'cause is right we stand up and fight
To protect our American pride

Sing it, sing it, sing it

American pride, yes it is something you feel inside
It's something you can't describe, it's something you cannot hide
American pride, something you feel inside
Traditions run deep and wide with American pride
With American pride, it's American pride

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I'M Not That Way Anymore - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: I'M Not That Way Anymore
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Gentry Owen Fowler Herndo

Lyric:
We used to get crazy every Saturday night
We drive into town and get feelin' right
A child of the 60's in 74
But I'm not that way anymore

Well I burned the tires of my Chevrolet
Tryin' to impress the girls that I date
And I've been a gambler when I couldn't score
But I'm not that way anymore

I'm not that way anymore
Time's closin' yesterdays door
I'm just as happy as I was before
'Cause I'm not that way anymore

American Bandstand, The Sullivan Show
I listen to the Opery, on my radio
Well Dick Clark's still lookin' as young as before
But I'm not that way anymore

Well I swapped my loafers for cowboy boots
Bought me some jeans gave away all my suits
My razor is rusted my barber is bored
'Cause I'm not that way anymore

I'm not that way anymore
Time's closin' yesterdays door
But I'm just as happy as I was before
'Cause I'm not that way anymore

I'm not that way anymore
Times closin' yesterdays door
But I'm just as happy as I was before
'Cause I'm not that way and you're not that way
We're not that way anymore
Oh yeah yeah

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The Biggest Killer In American History - Lyrics - No Substance - Bad Religion

Title: The Biggest Killer In American History
Album: No Substance
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Greg Graffin

Lyric:
K-k-killer
K-k-killer

You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes
Furniture makers, and carpenters too
Bombers and commandos, all with some lost 'cause
Disgruntled workers, immersed in Veritas

But stealthily, in the land of the free
It's lurking right there most are unaware of

The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
And God shed his grace on thee

Business institutions, universities
Both are quite the circus when the killer wants his way
I think of Edward Teller and his moribund reprise
Then I look to Nevada and I can't believe my eyes
It's time for him to die

Most cannot remember minutia learned in school
It's not there on the blackboard, it's what they don't tell you
We have got a problem, it starts and ends right here
It can be defeated but you've got to face your fear

We'll join and unite and steady our sight
Then we'll put it right 'cuz it's time to fight

The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history

The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
The biggest killer in American history
And God shed his grace on thee

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Gloryland - Lyrics - Blackhawk

Title: Gloryland
Artist: Blackhawk
Composer(s): Billy Montana, Dave Robbins, Henry Paul

Lyric:
In the little town that I grew up in
Me and my buddies always had big dreams
Johnny was always hot for the highway
He couldn't wait to get out it seemed

Bobby got a free ride to college
No surprise for Mister 4.0
Julie lived to see her picture in the paper
For her engagement to my best friend Joe

We are on our way
We're on our way to Gloryland
We are all just scattered souls
By Heaven's hand

We are on our
We're on our way
We're on our way

Remember words you wrote in my old yearbook
All of the promises and plans we made
But like our innocence and best intentions
Those old pages have begun to fade

Never heard another word from Johnny
Bobby's a millionaire without a clue
Julie finally got what she was after
The American dream come true

We are on our way
We're on our way to Gloryland
We are all just scattered souls
By Heaven's hand

We are on our
We're on our way
We're on our way

And where life leads us we don't always know
But we go down the roads that we must go

We are on our way
We're on our way to Gloryland
We are all just scattered souls
By Heaven's hand

We are on our way
We're on our way to Gloryland

We are on our
We're on our way
We're on our way

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The Man With Two Brains - Lyrics - Rentals

Title: The Man With Two Brains
Artist: Rentals
Composer(s): Matt Sharp

Lyric:
Well, then the man with two brains says

"Been thinkin' 'bout the conversations, our situation
My frustration, leading to your suffocation
Feel uptight and my thoughts deranged and insane
Like the man with two brains"

So, I forgot the neurotic, got into the psychotic
All those words haven't heard, you're kind of erotic
I got no guilt, got no mind, got no reason, got no time
I'm high on the sly

(It will be ok)
Well I don't know about that
(It's the American way)
Yeah, maybe that's where it's at
(You were raised that way)
The Europeans say
(The man with two brains)

Well then the man with two brains says, "That it's a science
I've got one for my actions, one's for my conscience
Yeah, one's for the sex and the other's for the consequence"
Then the girl with one brain says, "You make no sense
You make no sense"

Then, the anti-cruise takes form in the frame of a young woman
From a passionate scene to a sterile queen
I put a bottle of Ed's Red in my head, a little dead
And surprised when you said

(It will be ok)
Well I don't know about that
(It's the American way)
Yeah, maybe that's where it's at
(You were raised that way)
The Europeans say
(The man with two brains)

Well then the man with two brains says that it's a science
I've got one for my actions, one's for my conscience
Yeah, one's for the sex and the other's for the consequence
Then the girl with one brain says, "You make no sense
You make no sense"

(It's cool, it's cool)
Well then girl with one brain says, "It's not a science
You can't have one for your actions and one for the consequence
It's all about sex, so what's the difference?"
Then, the man with two brains says, "You make no sense"
(You make no sense, you make no sense)
(No sense)

The Europeans say
(It will be ok)
Kick back and relax
(The man with two brains)
Roll on the flow track
(It will be ok)
The Europeans say
(The man with two brains is all about sex)

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Have You Ever - Lyrics - American Juniors - American Juniors

Title: Have You Ever
Album: American Juniors
Artist: American Juniors
Composer(s): Christopher Braide, Andrew Marcus Frampton, Cathy Dennis

Lyric:
Ooh, yeah

Sometimes it's wrong to walk away though you think it's over
Knowing there's so much more to say
Suddenly the moment's gone and all your dreams are upside down
If I could only change the way the world goes round

Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody
Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry?
Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, baby?
Have you ever felt your heart was breaking
Lookin' down the road you should be taking?
I should know 'cause I loved and lost the day I let you go

Can't help but think that this is wrong
We should be together back in your arms where I belong
Now I've finally realized it was forever that I've found
I'd give it all to change the way the world goes round

Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody
Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry?
Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, baby?
Have you ever felt your heart was breaking
Lookin' down the road you should be taking?
I should know 'cause I loved and lost the day I let you go

I really wanna hear you say that you know just how it feels
To have it all and let it slip away, can't you see?
Even though the moment's gone, I'm still holding on somehow
Wishing I could change the way the world goes round

Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody
Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry?
Ohh that's the way I feel about you and me, baby
Have you ever felt your heart was breaking
Lookin' down the road you should be taking?
I should know 'cause I loved and lost the day I let

Yes I loved and lost the day I let
Yes I loved and lost the day I let you go

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Jude Law And A Semester Abroad - Lyrics - Your Favorite Weapon - Brand New

Title: Jude Law And A Semester Abroad
Album: Your Favorite Weapon
Artist: Brand New
Composer(s): Brian Lane, Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey, Garrett Tierney

Lyric:
Whatever poison is in this bottle
Will leave me broken sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom
Who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish

So here's a present
To let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss
Has something terribly contagious on his lips

But I got a plan, drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed me the line
You mean so much to me, I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say

Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boys back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say

And even if her plane crashes tonight
She'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea

Jess, I still taste you
Thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create
Does nothing for my flawless sense of style

It's 8:45, the weather is getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you miss me
Then don't say you never lied, I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say

Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boys back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Who would do anything you say

Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it

Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it

No more songs about you
After this one I am done
You are, you are, you're gone

No more songs about you
After this one I am done
You are, you are, you're gone

So tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boys back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say

Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boys back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say

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All American Girl - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: All American Girl
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Sara Allen, Daryl Hall, John Oates

Lyric:
Skin tight soul delight
Changing her life for another
She dreams magazines
Sees herself on the cover

Anything anytime anywhere
It's fitting in that matters
Faithfully she believes in the look he wants to know better

She knows what she wants
She's an all American girl
She knows what she needs
She's a sold American girl
She knows what she knows
She's an all American girl
She does what she does
She's an all American girl
Sold American

She's got a double bubble with a bossanova back
She's a real hot pepper and I like it like that
It's all right you don't have to change your way
You're all right I'm hoping the best part stays

She knows what she wants
She's an all American girl
She knows what she needs
She's a sold American girl
She knows what she knows
She's an all American girl
She does what she does
She's an all American girl
Sold American

Street smart close to the heart gotta be real
More than the clothes you wear
You know what you've got look to your heart
You carry your history there

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