Title: Her Majesty
Album: Abbey Road
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon
Lyric:
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she doesn't have a lot to say
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day
I wanna tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyfull of wine
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
Someday I'm gonna make her mine
Oh, yeah, someday I'm gonna make her mine
Title: Mandy Is Two
Artist: Billie Holiday
Composer(s): F Mcgrath, J Mercer
Lyric:
Mandy is two
You ought to see her eyes of cornflower blue
They really look as if they actually knew
That she's a big girl now
Mandy is two
You ought to see how many things she can do
She knows her alphabets and ties her own shoes
And no one showed her how
If you could see her majesty
With braids in her hair
Almost as though her Sunday beau
Came around and brought her an orchid to wear
Mummy is blue
Because her little girl is going on three
But Miss Amanda she's as proud as can be
'Cause she's a big girl now
If you could see her majesty
With braids in her hair
Almost as though her Sunday beau
Came around and brought her an orchid to wear
Mummy is blue
'Cause her little girl is going on three
But Miss Amanda she's as proud as can be
'Cause she's a big girl now
Title: We Her Majesty'S Prisoners
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Sean Anthony Moore, Nicholas Allen Jones
Lyric:
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost
Bow down
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
England's glory lives on in world wide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you 'cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit abeyance of created sin
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you, baby
Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
[Incomprehensible]
Title: Indestructible
Artist: Matisyahu
Composer(s): Ivan Corraliza, Jimmy Douglass, Matthew Miller
Lyric:
Fear nobody but His Majesty
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
My spirit, you retrieved
For you, I wait silently
It seems that you believe in me
Indestructible diggin' through the rubble
Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble
That bahella-scope vision, hot, hot fiction
Like I'm runnin' a muck upon a rhythm
Stay on the plan so you don't lose the vision
Stay sizzling Peter Pan, I'm from a land hip like this
From the city feelin' it, ya, breathin' in
Ya put on your glasses and ya see through it
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Some of them run-run-runnin' like rats on a wheel
Trife will find her new deal
Who is their ticket for a meal?
This world is real on the heels of a final generation
I remember that day in November
Standin' on the roof and I'm feelin' so tender
All shook up like I've been in the blender
Fend off the demons in the park after dark
Lend me your hand I want to be a member
Spent too much and now I'm rendered
Dead mend these wounds, we got to find a common thread
Want to fly in the sky but you're heavy like lead
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Just a tool in the hands of the builder
Fill them with the strength to go further
Diggin' deep for eternal treasure
Stay away from quicksand and false pleasure
Dare not speak with arrogance
Appearance like a lion lurkin' in the mist
They surround and they gaze their fix
Grab the rope of God's heritage
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Release me from their schemes
My distress, you will relieve
Shield me on the path that's dark and slippery
They seek deception and futility
I stand with integrity
Sneak to the roof of that building
Don't want nobody here to see me
To say that I'm livin' in a fantasy
But I believe in find and keep
And I plead in sincerity
Won't you utterly remove the cloud hangin' over me?
Won't cha wave that decree in the shade of your wings?
Shelter me from the wicked who have plundered me
From my mortal enemies, won't ya shield me?
Title: Indestructable
Album: Youth
Artist: Matisyahu
Composer(s): Ivan Corraliza, Jimmy Douglass, Matthew Miller
Lyric:
Fear nobody, but His Majesty
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody, but His Majesty
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
It seems that you believe in me
Indestructible digging through the rubble
Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble
That bahella-scope vision, hot hot fiction
Like I'm running a muck upon a rhythm
Stay on the plan so you don't lose the vision
Stay sizzling Peter Pan I'm from a land hip like this
From the city feeling it
Ya breathing in, ya put on your glasses and ya see through it
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His Majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His Majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Some of them run-run-running like rats on a wheel
Trife will find her new deal
Who is their ticket for a meal?
This world is real on the heels of a final generation
I remember that day in November
Standing on the roof and I'm feeling so tender
All shook up like I've been in the blender
Fend off the demons in the park after dark
Lend me your hand I want to be a member
Spent too much and now I'm rendered
Dead mend these wounds we got to find a common thread
Want to fly in the sky but you're heavy like lead
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His Majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His Majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Just a tool in the hands of the builder
Fill them with the strength to go further
Diggin' deep for eternal treasure
Stay away from quicksand and false pleasure
Dare not speak with arrogance
Appearance like a lion lurkin' in the mist
They surround and they gaze their fix
Grab the rope of God's heritage
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His Majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Fear nobody but His Majesty
(Fear no one)
My spirit, you retrieved
For you I wait silently
(His Majesty)
It seems that you believe in me
Release me from their schemes
My distress you will relieve
Shield me on the path that's dark and slippery
They seek deception and futility
I stand with integrity
Sneak to the roof of that building
Don't want nobody here to see me
To say that I'm living in a fantasy
But I believe in find and keep and I plead in sincerity
Won't you utterly remove the cloud hangin' over me?
Won't cha wave that decree in the shade of your wings?
Shelter me from the wicked who have plundered me
From my mortal enemies won't cha shield me
Title: Bachelor And The Bride
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
There's a wrinkle in the water
Where we laid our first daughter
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there
Over there
And the windows and the cinders
And the willows in the timbers
The infernal rattling of the rain
Still remains
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
Am not waiting for tonight
No, I, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare
Stripped bare
Hear the corncrakes and the deer hooves
And the sleet rain on the slate roof
A medallion locked inside her hands
In her hands
And his fingers, are they telling
Of the barren of her belly?
Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow
Even now?
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
Am not waiting for tonight
No, I, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare
Stripped bare
Stripped bare
Stripped bare
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
Am not waiting for tonight
No, I, I will box your ears
And take your tears
And leave you, leave you here stripped bare
Title: Shanty For The Arethusa
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea leaves
We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone, tonight
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone, tonight
To tell the tale of the Jewess and the mandarin Chinese boy
He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth
And through her blindfold, she could make out the figures there before her
And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh
So goodnight boys, goodnight
Say goodnight boys, goodnight
We set to sail on the clipper that's bound for South Australia
The weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile
But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the cross trees
The ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds
So goodnight boys, goodnight
Say goodnight boys, goodnight
Title: Chimbley Sweep
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
On a rooftop, in dead of night
You?ll hear me cry, I?ll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
I am an orphan, an orphan boy
I?ve known no love, I've seen no mother?s joy
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
My fortunes made, I?ll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
"Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cries
"I've not been swept since the day my husband died"
Her cheeks are blushing, her legs lay bare
And shipwrecked there, I?ll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
Title: Mr. Bellows
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp
Lyric:
Good evening, Mr. Bellows
Good evening, Mr. Bellows
Good evening, Mr. Bellows
President, he's a pretty nice guy
I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime
Drive around in his motorcade
Talk about those bills that ain't been paid
Maybe later on, just for fun
We'll shoot off his submachine gun
Shoot out the sky, shoot out the sea
Shoot out those dreams 'bout you and me
Take my hand girl, I know where you've been
Up the flag pole, back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
You're with me
Her Majesty, the Queen is a pretty nice babe
And I'd like to take her down to St. Petersburg someday
Hang around with her friends and old Joe Kennedy
After dinner I might give her a squeeze
We'll just see how blue her blood really is
And in the mornin' she can introduce me to her kids
Take my hand girl, I know where you've been
Up the flag pole, back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
You're with me
Well, our Lord Jesus, He wants me to pray
So I do every single day
Don't know, if I'm comin' in very clear
Supposedly He can hear me from here
And sometimes He gives me a little relief
When I'm down here on my knees
But there's no redemption on judgment day
For people like you and me
Take my hand girl, I know where you've been
Up the flag pole, back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
You're with me
You're with me
You're with me
Yo that, an' you're with me
[Incomprehensible]
Title: Song For Myla Goldberg
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
Myla Goldberg
Sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg
Hangs a crooked foor all upside down
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things
When pretty times arise
Seraphim in seaweed swim
Where stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
We begin with sticky shins
Make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes
And hat 'til sticky's sticking too
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim
Relates his story sad
'Bout a boy who kicked
Until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now I know New York, I need New York
I know I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New York
I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
Eliza, Eliza
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around
Title: I Was Meant For The Stage
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
I was meant for the stage
I was meant for the curtain
I was meant to tread these boards
Of this much I am certain
I was meant for the crowd
I was meant for the shouting
I was meant to raise these hands
With quiet all about me, oh, oh
Mother, please be proud
Father, be forgiving
Even though you told me
"Son, you'll never make a living", oh, oh
From the floorboards to the flys
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away
And you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage
The heavens at my birth
Intended me for stardom
Rays of light shone down on me
And all my sins were pardoned
I was meant for applause
I was meant for derision
Nothing short of fate itself
Has affected my decision, oh, oh
And from the floorboards to the flys
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away
And you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage
Title: Billy Liar
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbors' knickers down
He's got his knickers down
So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down
He's shaking you down
And the mail room shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages
No one seems to want you around
All skulking around
Let your legs lure on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear
'Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar
All a drifting, he's a no good boyo
Sent a fishing for a whalebone corset frame
His only catch all day
So he sits and lets the current take him
A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles laid
As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
He is decked by a Japanese
Geisha with a garland of pearls
How she twists and twirls
Let your legs lure on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear
'Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar
Plays something familiar
Plays something familiar
Title: Red Right Ankle
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, "Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew 'cause he was dead
And how his face was carved an' ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
Title: Los Angeles, I'M Yours
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
There is a city by the sea, a gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale in harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
It streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs are here
A plaintive melody, truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Old ladies pleasant and demure, sallow cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about an empty fellow found
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at here
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel about
Los Angeles, my love
Oh, what a rush of ripe elan, languor on divans
Dallyiant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine, the dollor and decay
It only makes me cranky
A great calamity, ditch of inequity it's here
How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Title: Soldiering Life
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio
You were a brick bat, a Bowery tough, so rough
They called you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons
But you, my brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall
But I, I never felt so much life
Than tonight huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battlefield
Our rifles blaze away, we blaze away
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civvies
Cradled in our dungarees
But you, my brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall
But I, I never felt so much life
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away, we blaze away
We blaze away, we blaze away
Title: Gymnast, High Above The Ground
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy
Lyric:
The gymnast, high above the ground
Limbers up and falls, tender down
Ankles splayed and all tied
The gymnast long has arrived
Lazy, your long sister lays
Waiting out this long light brigade
Prayed for snow a long time
Lazy, it long has arrived
Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever so, ever so gray
And here, as we're coming down
We're sounding out
It's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye
Lights upon your eye
The bosun calls upon the quay
Compass gone, he long has lost his way
To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
The bosun long has arrived
Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever so, ever so gray
But here as we're coming down
We're sounding out
It's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye
Lights upon your eye
April marches on
April marches on
April marches on
April marches on
Title: Freaky Thangs
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Tony Hayes, Brian Casey, Shondrae Crawford, Christopher Bridges, Richard Wings, Carl Mitchell, Kyle Norman, Brandon Casey
Lyric:
{It's two a.m. in the morning and it light showers
And you're probably hookin' up with that girl
That's been, two-wayin' you all week
Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95
Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho
Yeah, stop by that convenience store
And pick up them rubbers magnum I hope
This is Faizon Love and I love hoes
I just don't pay 'em}
Cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C.
That later on we'd be bonin'
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you wakin' up swollen
I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my Buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin' booty soft as silly putty
Killin' for money, still a thug get bump from some pokin'
And locomotion hittin' bunnies for threesome getcha buddy
When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut
Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house
Check the ratio of men to women
And women to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' mouth
So we love that
C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thang freaks
We can get the mattress goin'
Handlin' business while I bang bang skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the shit
And the flesh in the West is the best
But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes
Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum six times but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
What's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really lust to gain
Nothin' but hatin' and a look of disgust
So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush
Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the same
I'm clutchin' my thang
Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up
Shorty, don't run from it
She give me the booty I'm breakin' it off
I can tell a stab by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pullin' rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that
C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin' you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow stayin' strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the rope you gettin' wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin' slapped up
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
Because now you gots to ride out bitch
Oh 'Cris, can you do it again? That's what they askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm wishin' you'll take a lickin'
And keep on tickin' from thicker thighs
Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that
C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range
We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
'Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range
We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
'Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty
Can it be, Sheila E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the Prince dick of insanity
I'm good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all night long
We not stoppin', I don't care if the kids watchin'
I stir it like motherfuckin' coffee and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno music producer
Tally whacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet
Made for crushin' pink cookies
Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies
And fat women because they need love too
So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?
Title: Transylvania
Album: Motion in the Ocean
Artist: Mcfly
Composer(s): Thomas Michael Fletcher, Dougie Lee Poynter
Lyric:
Anne Boleyn she kept her tin
Which all her hopes and dreams were in
She plans to run away with him forever
(Never to be seen again)
Leaves a note and starts to choke
Can feel the lump that's in her throat
It's raining and she leaves her coat in silence
We're sorry but we disagree
The boy is vermin, can't you see?
We'll drown his sins in misery
And rip him out of history
People marching to the drums
Everybody's having fun to the sound of love
Ugly is the world we're on
If I'm right then prove me wrong
I'm stunned to find a place we belong
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When will this stop?!
Racing, pacing in the dark
She's searching for a lonely heart
She finds him but his heart has stopped
She breaks down
We're sorry but your majesty
Refusing orders from the queen
Results in a monstrosity
(Remembers a voice and hears him sing)
People marching to the drums
Everybody's having fun to the sound of love
Ugly is the world we're on
If I'm right then prove me wrong
I'm stunned to find a place we belong
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When will this stop?!
People marching to the drums
Everybody's having fun to the sound of love
Ugly is the world we're on
If I'm right then prove me wrong
I'm stunned to find a place we belong
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
(People marching to the drums)
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
(People marching to the drums)
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
(People marching to the drums)
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell
(People marching to the drums)
Who is your lover? I couldn't tell
When will this stop?!
Title: Saturn Nights
Artist: America
Composer(s): Daniel Peek
Lyric:
One more song about movin' along the highway
Feel the fantasy in the air
Filled the room with flowers from Norway
Sensed her majesty in the air
Made a sign 'bove your doorway to show I care
I've been waiting every morning
Just to help you find your way
I've been standing on your corner
Don't go away
One more song about movin' along the highway
Feel the fantasy in the air
I've been waiting every morning
Just to help you find your way
I've been waiting every morning
Help me make it through the day
I've been waiting every morning
Just to help you find your way
I've been waiting every morning
Help me make it through the day
I've been waiting every morning
Just to help you find your way
I've been waiting every morning
Title: Here Come The People In Grey
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies
Lyric:
I got a letter this morning with some serious news
That's gone and ruined my day
The borough surveyor's used compulsory purchase
To acquire my domain
They're gonna pull up the floors
They're gonna knock down the walls
They're gonna dig up the drains
Here come the people in grey
They're gonna take me away to, Lord knows only where
But I'm so unprepared
I got no time to pack and I've got nothing to wear
Here come the people in grey
To take me away
Me and my baby gonna get on a train
That's gonna take us away
We're gonna live in a tent, we're gonna pay no more rent
We're gonna pay no more rates
We're gonna live in a field
We're gonna buy me a gun
To keep the policemen away
I'm gonna pass me a brand new resolution
Gonna fight me a one man revolution, someway
Gonna beat those people in grey
But here come the people in grey
To take me away
Here come the people in grey
To take me away
People in grey have gone and taken away
My right to voice my complaint
Her majesty's government have sent me a form
I must complete it today
But it's making me blue
Don't wanna tell all my secrets to
The people in grey
Gonna pass me a brand new resolution
Gonna fight me a one man revolution, someway
Gonna start my rebellion today
But here come the people in grey
To take me away
Oh, Lord, those people in grey
I gotta get back all those, get back people in grey
Here come the people in grey
To take me away
