Puppet On A String - Lyrics - Black and White - Hives

Title: Puppet On A String
Album: Black and White
Artist: Hives
Composer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons

Lyric:
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight, you hold on tight

Got your education from just hanging around
You got your brain from a hole in the ground
You come on up look around for a will of your own
But you're mine, yeah

Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string

With porcelain eyes and the mind of the monkey
Rode in to town on the back of what looked like dead donkey
So, I do to you what a puppet master would do
Can you tell? Yeah

Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
It's like a puppet on a string

Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string

You got your education from just hanging around
You got your brain from a hole in the ground
You come on up look around for a will of your own
But you're mine, yeah

Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight, you hold on tight

Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight, you hold on tight

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Monkey On A String - Lyrics - Kinky Machine

Title: Monkey On A String
Artist: Kinky Machine
Composer(s): Louis Robert Eliot

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Lyric:
In this circus top where the world's a stage
I've come to do my spot when the Freakshow plays
I get electric shocks from rattling my cage
I don't know when to stop can't tear myself away

And just like railway tracks
Were built for landing aeroplanes
You are my everything
I knew I was born for something

I'm just a monkey on a string
I'm just a monkey on a string
And you're my everything
I'm just a monkey on a string

Hanging myself up on someone like you
Is just a gift I've got like I was born to do
I get electric shocks from rattling my cage
I don't know when to stop can't tear myself away

I'm just a monkey on a string

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Salvation - Lyrics - The Way of the Fist - Five Finger Death Punch

Title: Salvation
Album: The Way of the Fist
Artist: Five Finger Death Punch
Composer(s): Zoltan Garamszegi, Ivan Lewis Greening, Jeremy Spencer Heyde, Matthew Charles W Snell

Lyric:
Disgusted by your weakness
You have no right to live
To know you is to hate you
But your life?s yours to give

You monkey see, you monkey do
You?re always doing what they tell you to
You?re such a puppet on a string
You don?t get it

I won?t bow to something
That I?ve never seen
Can?t believe in something
That doesn?t believe in me

I?m not blood of your blood
I?m no son of your God
I?ve no faith in your fate
Still I find salvation

You think you have the answers
To every last detail
In your eyes, you?re the victor
In mine, you?ve all but failed

You monkey see, you monkey do
You?re always doing what they tell you to
You?re like a puppet on a string
You don?t get it

Just monkey see and monkey do
You?re always doing what they tell you to
You?re like a puppet on a string
You don?t get it

I won?t bow to something
That I?ve never seen
Can?t believe in something
That doesn?t believe in me

I?m not blood of your blood
I?m no son of your God
I?ve no faith in your fate
Still I find salvation

Still I find salvation
Still I find salvation

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Loser - Lyrics - Mellow Gold - Beck

Title: Loser
Album: Mellow Gold
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Beck Hansen, Karl Stephenson

Lyric:
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the Vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat

Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing

You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

Yo, bring it on down

I'm a driver, I'm a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

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Loser [Lp Version] - Lyrics - Loser - Beck

Title: Loser [Lp Version]
Album: Loser
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Beck Hansen, Karl Stephenson

Lyric:
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the Vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat

Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing

You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

Yo, bring it on down

I'm a driver, I'm a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

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Looser - Lyrics - Beck

Title: Looser
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Beck Hansen, Karl Stephenson

Lyric:
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the Vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat

Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing

You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

Yo, bring it on down

I'm a driver, I'm a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

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Dirty Girl - Lyrics - Terri Clark

Title: Dirty Girl
Artist: Terri Clark
Composer(s): Rivers Rutherford, Tom Shapiro

Lyric:
Four wheels churnin' up a fresh green pasture
Throwin' mud pies everywhere
I'm beside you yellin', "Faster, faster"
Wind whippin' through my tangled hair

And you know, there's nothin' like it in the world
When we're out there underneath the sun and I'm a dirty girl

I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday
Feel my skin against a string of pearls
Well when we hang out and it's just a fun day
You know, I love it when I get to be your dirty girl
Dirty girl

You'll be workin' on that El Camino
Bustin' knuckles with a monkey wrench
I'll come sneakin' up and whisper real low
What you really need's a 3/16

And you know, there's nothin' like it in the world
When we're underneath the hood and I'm a dirty girl

I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday
Feel my skin against a string of pearls
Well when we hang out and it's just a fun day
You know, I love it when I get to be your dirty girl

And you know, there's nothin' like it in the world
It might be axle grease or Mississippi mud
But when you touch my cheek and leave a little smudge
I'll be your dirty girl

I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday
Feel my skin against a string of pearls
Well when we hang out and it's just a fun day
You know, I love it when I get to be your dirty
Get to be your dirty girl, dirty girl
I get to be your dirty girl

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Don'T Phunk With My Heart - Lyrics - Monkey Business - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Don'T Phunk With My Heart
Album: Monkey Business
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Paul Anthony George, Kalyanji Anandji, Stacy Ann Ferguson, Indeewar William Adams, Gerard R Charles, Hugh Clark, Lucien J George, Printz Board, Curtis Bedeau, Brian P George, George Jr Pajon

Lyric:
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby

Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me

You can't stop me once I start it
Can't return me once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don't got it
(Don't make me wait)
So let's be about it

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come with lustin', lustin'
?Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain't only here ?cause I want yer body

I want your mind too
Interestin's what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl, yee haw
Come on!

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

Girl, you had me once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney

If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

Why you so insecure
When you got passion and love h're?
You always claimin' I'm a cheater
Think I'd up and go leave ya

For another señorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must've caught amnesia
That's why you don't believe

Yeah, check it out

Don't you worry ?bout a thing, baby
?Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry ?bout a thing, baby
?Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than sex appeal
?Cause you're

That tha-that, tha-that that that girl
That tha-that, tha-that that that girl
That tha-that, tha-that that that girl
That tha-that, tha-that that that girl

That tha-that, tha-that that that girl
That tha-that, tha-that that that girl
(No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart)
That tha-that, tha-that that that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
(No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart)

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby

Don't you worry ?bout a thing, baby
?Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry ?bout a thing, baby
?Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

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40 - Rep Yo City - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rep Yo City
Artist: E
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

We 30 deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this bitch an' tear the club up

What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs an' the broads with the G string drawers
Up in here straight break it all off

Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
Outta control, we so cold

I'm on another level, went head up with the Devil
I never been a sucka, I always been a rebel
What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from?
What's you city, playboy? Mine 9 4 5 9 1

?Vallejo?, that's all I yell
Speakin' of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello
We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house
Back to the fuckin' south!

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz?
Showin' niggaz love, raise up, motherfucker
You need to be reachin' down
Pullin' yo goddamn shirt up, that's love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin'
I took a unknown piece land an' planted a goddamn flag
Say, ?I didn't?, motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this sonna bitch

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon an' The Eastside Boys
Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 an' The Click
An' you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
An' yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill
More horror than 'Amityville', no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' ya smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
An' you'll get popped with a smile
This ain't 'bout shoppin' an' style
This 'bout syrup an' candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles

Out the black an' the 'Lac, swingers clap an' if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs
Paper stacks an' you'll crack back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile, nigga
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood

Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts
You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks

My nigga, Earl, hollered, Big Ball got it poppin'
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio an' dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G an' keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

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Penthouse Pauper - Lyrics - Bayou Country - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Title: Penthouse Pauper
Album: Bayou Country
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Now, if I were a brick layer, I wouldn't build just anything
And if I were a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string
And if I were some jew'lry, baby
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring

And if I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told
And if I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old
I could be most anything
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold

And if I were a gambler, you know I'd never lose
If I were a guitar player
Lord, I'd have to play the blues

And if I were a hacksaw, my blade would be razor sharp
And if I were a politician, I could prove that monkey talk
You can find the tallest building
Lord, I'd have me the house on top

Oh, let's go
All right, keep goin'

I'm the Penthouse Pauper, I got nothin' to my name
I'm the Penthouse Pauper, baby, I got nothing to my name
I can be most anything
Oh, when you got nothin', it's all the same

[Incomprehensible]
Lord, look at my penthouse

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