Self Suicide - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Goldie Lookin Chain

Title: Self Suicide
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Goldie Lookin Chain
Composer(s): Christopher Dominic Edge, Rhys William Hutchings, John Edward Rutledge, Howard David Blake, Adam James Sadler

Lyric:
I'm gonna lie on my back
An' you put your fingers down my mouth, right
No, no, do it right, like, augh ugh
I'm gonna do a Jimi Hendrix, eugh
I'm gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh

I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper
I needs some hype, I think I'll ram raid happy shopper
Haven't got a car so I use a space hopper
Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show stopper

I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold, even better platinum
If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man

It's the truth, step back, take a look around
Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck, he's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no sound

Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too
Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for free

Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could've killed myself but I'd be better off dead
So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click, should've been eatin' lead

But I wasn't, I was naked in John Frost Square
Mothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared
For this situation I was quite unprepared
Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared

Committin' suicide to enhance my career
It worked for Mickey an' Tupac Shakir
Jesus was nailed up to some wood
2000 years later an' book sales are still good

I heard in a song suicide is painless
An' it's 80 percent sure to make you famous
Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a door
That bloke from INXS, he knew the score

S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for free
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for free

I gotta kill myself, I gotta do's it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic
I keep takin' all this coke to make me die
Doin' more drugs than they make in fuckin' ICI

It's the best way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid Rod Hull
We want people to sing all our songs
And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs

We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under
For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or plunder
At the moment I'm not dead like David Kampasey
Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies

Dad's army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts is still goin' on BBC1
Yeah, that's right, I smoke draw from Wales
Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales

It's useless, it's crap, I'll never be in the sun
How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a gun?
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf

Tied to the stairs, danglin' by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me an' he called me a freak

He cut me down an' started to laugh
"If you're dead next week gimme your autograph"
You know I thanked him, returned to my room
The new plan is to go out with a boom

To the station, with a petrol can
"Five pound please", I say to the man
All set up an' ready to burn
The wheel on my lighter just won't turn

Suicide is a suicyclebbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbl
I wanna be famous after I die

Proven fact, man, if you're dead you sell more
That drummer from Def Leppard
His arm has made 30 times more than he has

You know that our Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now
And he's dead and he's face, he's more famous now like
He's dead like you know, I, I suppose what a lot like
Fuckin' simple economics

They reckon Bob Marley's dead
But he's not, man
'Coz he was on the TV last night, man
Just don't lie to me, man

I thought I was havin' a go at an overdose
But I, I, I don't think you can overdose on Beecham's Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off of Dad's army is still alive
I think he's bummin' Martin in Eastenders, innit?

I'll get the ropes an' we'll tie them to the walls
An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our necks
An' we'll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we'll be famous
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen

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Chop Suey - Lyrics - Avril Lavigne

Title: Chop Suey
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Serj Tankian, Daron Malakian, Shavarsh Odadjian, John Dolmayan

Lyric:
Wake up
(Wake up)

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Why did you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why did you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die, ra

Wake up
(Wake up)

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Why did you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why did you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my, self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In, my, self righteous suicide, I cry
When angels deserve to die

Father, father, father, father
Fall into your hands
I commend my spirit
Fall into your hands

Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me, oh

Trust in my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

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Chop Suey! - Lyrics - Toxicity - System Of A Down

Title: Chop Suey!
Album: Toxicity
Artist: System Of A Down
Composer(s): Serj Tankian, Daron Malakian, Shavarsh Odadjian, John Dolmayan

Lyric:
Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little, makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the, shakeup
(Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little, makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the, shakeup
(Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?

In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me, oh

Trust in my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

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Suicide Terrorist - Lyrics - Enemy of God - Kreator

Title: Suicide Terrorist
Album: Enemy of God
Artist: Kreator
Composer(s): Miland Petrozza

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Lyric:
Suicide terrorist
Bringing worldwide death
Random killing
Cruelty obsessed

Tool for those who know no compromise
Dictating, demanding lives
Leaders breathing hell
Cities burn the day you die now

Suicide terrorist, living sacrifice
Nameless icon within blood baptized
For the victory of brand new lies
Your life shall be the price

Suicide terrorist
Religious divide
Fearless killing
Aggression redefined

Socialists and capitalists fall
No front line and no rules to this war
Let battle commence
The world will learn the day you die now

Suicide terrorist, living sacrifice
Nameless icon within blood baptized
For the victory of brand new lies
Your life shall be the price

Eradication cleansing of the west
Fragment of hypocrisy won't last
A man made pandamonium absurd
Hysteria breeding hell on earth

Suicide terrorist bringing worldwide death
Random killing, cruelty obsessed
Tool for those who know no compromise
Dictating and demanding one hundred thousand innocent lives

Suicide terrorist, living sacrifice
Nameless icon within blood baptized
Socialists and capitalists fall
Self imposed martyr in a holy war

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Human Disease - Lyrics - Slayer

Title: Human Disease
Artist: Slayer
Composer(s): Jeffery John Hanneman, Tomas E Araya Diaz, Kerry Ray King

Lyric:
Obsessive acts of hate, abductions and massacre
Breeding emotion subvergance, when the living become the dead
Home invasion, private party of thieves
Blood spilled, material thrill, a sign of the times

Self-destruction, a terminal mind
Sadomasochist a high profile, trained in apathy
Intellect repulsed, your torn
And death will have a face

Ravage passion, a theme for the 90's
Tormented deviants, when fucking becomes psychotic
Domesticated rage, actions of desperation
A struggle of inner-killing, a sign of the times

Self-destruction, a terminal mind

Strangled in death, little Miss Beauty queen
With a fractured head, so it seems
America's little Royal Miss, raped of innocence
Daddy's little girl to the end

Seduction and torture, sex of the 90's
Mass murders and random violence, when the living become the dead
Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact
Butchers black 24/7, a sign of the times

Self-destruction, self destruction
A human disease

Jealousy killed the queen
Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power set the king free
A jury of his peers let him be

Jealousy killed the queen
Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power set the king free
A jury of his peers let him be

Jealousy killed the queen
Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power set the king free
Self-destruction, self destruction

Shatter will go retribution
Life, watch it die, life ripped in half
Drastic pain a symphony, screams
No escape your time to die

Hardened steel against your head
It weighs self-destruct remain insane
Sadomasochist a high profile, trained in apathy
Intellect repulsed, your torn, and death will have a face

Death will have your face

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Doctor Online - Lyrics - Zeromancer

Title: Doctor Online
Artist: Zeromancer
Composer(s): Kim Ljung

Lyric:
Everbody is online?

It's the beginning of the end
You want things to go faster
It's the beginning of the end
Now everything's too slow for you
It's the beginning of the end
You are one step closer
It's the beginning of the end
Say amen

1-800-suicide
Or maybe doctor online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone to take your place
When you are gone

It's the beginning of the end
You know nothing lasts forever
A beginning of a trend
You need someone there to care for you
It's the beginning of the end
I don't think you understand
Just a beginning of a flatline together

1-800-suicide
Or maybe doctor online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone to take your place
When you are gone

1-800-suicide
Or maybe doctor online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone to take your place
When you are gone

Thank you for calling 1-800-suicide
If you wish to self terminate by electric shock, press 1
For termination by overdose, press 2
If you would like to make a reservation
To visit our drowning pool, please press 3
For termination by hanging, please press 4
For death by self inflicting gunshot, press 5
To speak to a representative, stay on the line
If you don't wish to die please hang up now

1-800-suicide
Or maybe doctor online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone to take your place
When you are gone

1-800-suicide
Or maybe doctor online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone to take your place
When you are gone

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Gallery Of Suicide - Lyrics - 15 Year Killing Spree - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Gallery Of Suicide
Album: 15 Year Killing Spree
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Paul Mazurkiewicz, Jack Owen, Alex Webster

Lyric:
Into the abyss, perpetual and torturous
The gallery of suicide, internal torment
Archaic carcasses, displayed degeneracy
Once within these walls a life of death will be unleashed

Forever dying are the dead, countless bleeding heads
Cadavers splattered red from the self-slicing of necks
Stenching maggot filled bodies, skulls and bones rot away
The slaughtered souls that chose to die, enveloped in death

Darkness is the only light, suicide the way
Hideous forms of human death, mounds of flesh slowly decay
Embrace the horrid nature, carnage on display

Pain never felt enslaved inside this massive grave
Life, evil fate, only slaves to death can survive this place
Die, perdition, penance in putrid decadence
Dead miscreants enter the decrepit necropolis

Lurid interment in the hellish abattoir
Impetuosity and horror, after-life is tortured
Entrails, guts, and blood is this museums decor

Blood, impiety, chastened are the sanguinary
Purge, radical, they perish, the victims of vagary
Vile tragedy with great vehemence the hapless died
Kill, suicide, serrated blades assist in destiny

Death opened the gallery, sarcophagus
Ecstasy in suffering, imprecation

Blood, impiety, chastened are the sanguinary
Purge, radical, they perish, the victims of vagary

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Provoked - Lyrics - Baby Namboos

Title: Provoked
Artist: Baby Namboos
Composer(s): Mark Porter, Aurora Borealis, Z Bedeaux, Leo Coleing, Scott Purnell, Tony Quigley, Adrian Thaws

Lyric:
For all those who wanna analyze me
For all those who wanna analyze me
It starts off in the hips
Move to the lips
For all those who wanna analyze me

My mother committed suicide when I was four or five
I love Mike O, was killed by a psycho
But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow
'Cause we be tomorrow
For all those who wanna analyze me
For all those who wanna analyze me

My mother committed suicide when I was four or five
I love Mike O, was killed by a psycho
But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow
Next month, next week
I guess I'm weak
I guess I'm weak
But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow
Suicide when I was four or five
Mike-O killed by a psycho
Sad or sorry, I be tomorrow
For all those who wanna analyze me

Starts off in the hips
Move to my lips
Starts off in the hips
Move to my lips

Train passes where they prosecute
So be careful where you tread
It's a land mine baby
Don't go losing your head

Just remember our love
So you won't give up
If you remember our love
So you won't give up

Long gone are the proper sleeves
To walk by our side
Long killed are the visionary souls
Now we're walking blind

The lies are meant to hypnotize
And put you in a spell
Wake up you sleepy heads

Release yourselves from hell
You won't give up
You can't give up

They made us drink salt water
Then sell us liberty
Tell me how can you sell somebody
What's supposed to be free
You know the non-contender for the derelict mind

You starved us baby
And you're gonna shine
You starved us baby
And you're gonna shine
You starved us baby

Fuck creation, fuck creation
Fuck creation, there is no relevance with my life
All I mean is how to fight
Producing the goods I'm fit to make sense

Built with more right
Especially a thing, self-defense
A wasted office in my mind
All the time I've been blind

Race an objective difficult at times
Don't know what to do
Name your Baby Namboo
Mine's far and away the rest is up to you

Politicians are destroying
the dreams of the many
One can inform our country
So they don't spend a penny

Less than our future
On some posh adventure
Driving along Concord Lane
They're looking for adventure

Pick out the homes and count the best bids
Pick out the homes and count the best bids
There's only so much to go around
And they took the life

It's not what you're savin'
It's how much you got
Pick out the homes and count the best bids
Hunt the homes and pick out the best bids

You're on his high and you won't give up
Your tongue is torn and you won't give up
Your back is broke and you won't give up
You're all alone but you're so tough

You won't give up, you won't give up
You starved us baby and you cannot shine
You starved us, baby

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Graffiti My Soul - Lyrics - What Will the Neighbours Say - Girls Aloud

Title: Graffiti My Soul
Album: What Will the Neighbours Say
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Timothy Martin Powell, Frederik Ferry Ridderhof, Peter F. Garnefski, Hans Boellaard, Johan J. Hans Weekhout, Brian Thomas Higgins, Shawn Lee Mahan, Lisa Cowling, Miranda Eleanor D Cooper

Lyric:
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby

I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Come baby, come, you know what I mean

And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come, baby come, graffiti my soul

We should be getting it on
Fly DJ's playing my song
Why don't you take me head on?

We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
You dream of touching me there

Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my philosophy

I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say

No more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could kill my reputation
I don't do heavy loads

No more conversations
You can't carve up the world
It's a dangerous occupation
Talking to a girl

I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
You're fascinated

I'm complicated
(Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it
(Along the carpet, no one cares)
You tell me you hate it
(On the table, on to the floor)
You're fascinated
(It's procreation and nothing more)

Dance if you want till the dirty is done
'Cos we're stars in the dead of the night
But if you're looking for romance
Or a chance to reflect in the sun
Baby, I'm gonna put up a fight

And you can dance if you want
Till you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash
Then get out of my face don't push my love too far

I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Come baby, come, you know what I mean

And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come, baby come, graffiti my soul
Baby come, baby come, graffiti my soul
Baby come, baby come, graffiti my soul

And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul

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Fusion Programmed Minds - Lyrics - Hypocrisy - Hypocrisy

Title: Fusion Programmed Minds
Album: Hypocrisy
Artist: Hypocrisy
Composer(s): Peter Alf Taegtgren

Lyric:
Shredding the part of the knife, [Incomprehensible]
Chopping my veins wide open,wait for the [Incomprehensible]
I am ripping it, from my head
Living my life like the end is here, I can't take it

Tonight we're all gonna pay
Suicide with a metal gun
Ripping a bullet through my head
I've never felt so [Incomprehensible]

Look into my world
I'm a covering sky, I can't see the light
Your hallucinations appear
My omen, God, the angels, self invitation

Reloaded
I am in this world, I can't expose my soul
Reloaded
I am in this stage, ready for the vengeful God
Now

It's a big fuckin' lie, it's the other side
Load your fuckin' mind with bullshit lies
Listen and decide what to fuckin' do
Tearing down the wall face to face with the Devil

Tonight we're all gonna pay
Suicide with a metal gun
Ripping a bullet from my head
I never felt so [Incomprehensible]

Look into my world
I'm a covering sky, I can't see the light
Your hallucinations appear
My omen, God, the angels, self invitation

Reloaded
I am in this world, I can't expose my soul
Reloaded
I am in this stage, ready for the vengeful God

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Prosthetic Head - Lyrics - Nimrod - Green Day

Title: Prosthetic Head
Album: Nimrod
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
I see you down on the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull
Self-effaced, what's his face? You erased yourself so shut up
You don't let up

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified

'Cause you don't know, you don't say
And you got no reply

Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're an inbred bastard son
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic, you're pathetic

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified

'Cause you don't know, you don't say
And you got no reply

You don't know, you don't say
And you got no reply

I see you down on the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover

You don't know, you don't say
And you got no reply

You don't know, you don't say
And you got no reply

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Script For A Jester'S Tear - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Script For A Jester'S Tear
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): M Pointer, D Dick, P Trewavas, S Rothery, M Kelly

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Lyric:
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry
In a diary, self penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiments and pride

Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics
In my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Too late to play the game is over, the game is over

So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over

Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiments and pride
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over

Too late to say, "I love you"
Too late to restage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rights to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream that's born from sorrow

I never did write that love song
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows
On the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows
On the other side of morning
Promised wedding now awake
Promised wedding now awake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears
The script for tears

So I'll hold my peace forever
When you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute
That sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game
I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over

Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say that you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me just as you did

Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say that you love me?
Just as did, just did
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?

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Battalions Of Fear - Lyrics - Battalions Of Fear - Blind Guardian

Title: Battalions Of Fear
Album: Battalions Of Fear
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Ralf Scheepers, Klaus Sperling, Matthias Lasch, Thomas Naumann-Philipp

Lyric:
Can't believe the things I see
That happens in the state
By a mortal distance, I can't believe
Self-destructive infernal
To save us from the breed
But I know that it is all a lie

Star Wars begin now
His bombs come exploding
Bring back the death of the night
No mercy, he's knowing
How strong he must show us
For the last film you all get a part

Be by my side or you've to die
Believe what I do is the right

Soon armageddon
Last hours are running now
The final solution begins
The words of a madman
No children to tell them
For what they'll not see in the light

Choose by your voice
Kills and destroys
At the end you must die for the night

In earlier chess games
We're playing the part of a soldier
But now we are not qualified
To save our own life

The traps are all placed by command
They are ready to strike
We live and we'll die
By the lies to believe

Try to escape from this suicide dreams
Or past time will come back again
Hiroshima is a joke to that what will come
At the end of the game we all die, die now

Battalions of fear
They search and they scream the American dreams
Battalions of fear
The way of R.R. to show he is the star
Battalions

Star Wars begin now
His bombs come exploding
To bring back the death of the night
No mercy he's knowing
How strong he must show us
For the last film you all get a part

Be by my side or you have to die
Believe what I do is the right

With hands full of blood
He talks about peace
With snake poisoning tongue he's praying
El Salvador and Vietnam
You soon fast forget
But you satisfy on Afghanistan

You've been the master, kill with a laughter
Your screams of peace are wrong and loud
'Cause so we are and here we are

We scream and shout
Your laughing about all the fools
Scream and shout
With power of evil they stand

Try to escape from this suicide dreams
Or past time will come back again
Hiroshima is a joke to that what will come
At the end of the game we all die, die now

Battalions of fear
They search and they scream the American dreams
Battalions of fear
The way of R.R. to show he is the star
Battalions of fear
The way of R.R. to show he is the star
Battalions, battalions

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Self Destruct - Lyrics - Adolescents

Title: Self Destruct
Artist: Adolescents
Composer(s): Steve Soto, Anthony L Brandenburg

Lyric:
I'm looking back on stupid things I've said
Was that really me or was I misled
Not even a smile 'cause it's been done before
And you don't think it's funny anymore

Crying I'm sorry, I'm out of my head
End up fixing junk instead
Taken too much I've nothing to give
I got no reason left to live

Stupid kid you don't really know
But I'm a time bomb ready to go
Is it really fair it's not up to you to decide
But hitting your arm is slow suicide

Crying I'm sorry, I'm out of my head
End up fixing junk instead
Taken too much I've got nothing to give
I got no reason left to live

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Failed Territory - Lyrics - State Of The World Address - Biohazard

Title: Failed Territory
Album: State Of The World Address
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, William Daniel Graziadei, Daniel Schuler, Robert Scott Hambel

Lyric:
Inner city strugglin' motherfuckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
Stakin' a claim on an estate that is real

Pay the mob's price for your own protection
Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit

The space between the death of our friends is so close
This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
Last month a gunshot a typical story
That's just the way it goes in a failed territory

No hope, just dope and your chances are slim
To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
The vacuum of the street so powerful
Suckin' you in it, drains your mind by the hour fool

Still smokin' dippers our friends are all dusted
Slave to a bottle of juice fuckin' disgusted
Can't you see the neighborhood's a black hole
And the odds are that we'll never grow old

Young guns scam runnin' on a get ahead quick tip
With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
Day to day death wish we all carry inside
Welcome to your suicide

An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory

Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt
Wake up, break out

Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt
Wake up, break out

You call yourself a part of the avenue crew
Living here doesn't offer much else to do
But get into beef, take each other's back
Kid of eighteen broke his skull with a bat

Always changin' with the trends like a fuckin' chameleon
You should live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
But the only thing holdin' you down is yourself

On the road we get the phone calls breakin' our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothin' you can do just another sad story
An epitaph from your failed territory

An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory

An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory
An epitaph from your failed territory

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Cost Of A Good Impression - Lyrics - Dead To Fall

Title: Cost Of A Good Impression
Artist: Dead To Fall
Composer(s): Daniel D Craig, Jonathan D Hunt, Justin J Jakimiak, Bryan J Lear

Lyric:
I saw the fire that once stirred in your heart
Become extinguished by good intentions and impressions
You made your choice and now you wish you could go back
You made your choice and now you cant go back

Everyday you commit suicide
Destroying your self worth
I refuse to feel sympathy for your life
Of not caring and bad decisions

Now you feel the pain you have cast upon yourself

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Hook - Lyrics - Four - Blues Traveler

Title: Hook
Album: Four
Artist: Blues Traveler
Composer(s): John Popper

Lyric:
It doesn't matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel that I'll convey
Some inner truth of vast reflection
But I've said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don't matter who you are
If I'm doin' my job, it's your resolve that breaks

Because the hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely

There is something amiss, I am being insincere
In fact I don't mean any of this
Still my confession draws you near
To confuse the issue I refer
To familiar heroes from long ago
No matter how much Peter loved her
What made the Pan refuse to grow

Was that the hook brings you back?
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook brings you back, yeah
On that you can rely

Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in
If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you'll win
And then begin to see
What you're doin' to me, this MTV is not for free
It's so P.C. it's killing me
So desperately I sing to thee of love
Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self

And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf
I've tried well no, in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide but I've got
Too much pride inside to hide or slide
I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until' I've died
And only then shall I abide this tide
Of catchy little tunes of hip three minute ditties
I wanna bust all your balloons, I wanna burn all of your cities

To the ground I've found
I will not mess around
Unless I play then hey
I will go on all day hear what I say
I have a prayer to pray
That's really all this was
And when I'm feelin' stuck and need a buck
I don't rely on lunch

Because the hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook ohh
On that you can rely

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The World Keeps Turning - Lyrics - Utopia Banished - Napalm Death

Title: The World Keeps Turning
Album: Utopia Banished
Artist: Napalm Death
Composer(s): Jesus Pintado, Mark Peter Greenway

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Lyric:
No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate
Life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead?
And now our virgin minds are raped
Another insignificance to join the rat race

Self indulgence within our grasp, we're taught but torn
The sanctity of life, so vulnerable, the world keeps turning
We spin out of control

Guided, or could this mean misguided, no time for questions
Preoccupied with pressing on, the world keeps turning
We overdose on overdrive

Superior species with inferior ideas, we overload our bodies and minds
Respect this world while committing suicide, poison trait
We're the cause not the cure, our methods [Incomprehensible]
Will surely drag us down

Guided, or could this mean misguided, our virgin minds are raped
The world keeps turning, we overdose on overdrive
We spin out of control

In stalemate, we stagnate

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Haunted House - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Haunted House
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
I know baby's bad for my self-esteem
Find another face for your sympathy
Some of us cry, some of them lie
But no one sees inside

The spark of baby's eyes and I turn to stone
Maybe I can't survive in the danger zone
Sounds of the night, streets without light
Baby's not alone

Try to hold her to myself
Someone else is breaking all my dreams, she
Needs so many games to play

One more time I climb the stairs
Open up the door and she was gone
Baby, here I go

Like a lamb to slaughter
Don't stop haunting me in this old house
I still love you when you're not around
I'm still waiting for your midnight ride
I'll still love you when it's cold outside

Me so sorry that I let you down
But you keep haunting me in this old town

And the smile is no longer there
The face and the eyes and the hair
Nothing stands the test of time
You live forever, never mine
I cling to dreams that turn to sand
Our life is now a distant land

Commit emotional suicide
Every single room is electrified
Your memory shadowing me
The house where sorrow hides

Pull it down, blow it up
Help me send these walls of love away
Baby, here I go

Like a lamb to slaughter
Don't stop haunting me in this old house
I still love you when you're not around
I'm still waiting for your midnight ride
I'll still love you when it's cold outside

Me so sorry that I let you down
But you keep haunting me in this old town

Like a lamb to slaughter
Don't stop haunting me in this old house
I still love you when you're not around
I'm still waiting for your midnight ride
I'll still love you when it's cold outside

Me so sorry that I let you down
But you keep haunting me in this old town

Don't stop haunting me in this old house
I still love you when you're not around
I'm still waiting for your midnight ride
I'll still love you when it's cold outside
Me so sorry

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Salsa - Lyrics - Grassroots - 311

Title: Salsa
Album: Grassroots
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Chad Sexton, Timothy Mahoney, Nicholas Hexum, Douglas Martinez

Lyric:
We were born in the seventies
The rippin' and rhyming and brethren see
We're filling taste great
In the old school I was eight
For the new school I was late
But in high school I was the bate

I rate in the great state of California
I'm warning ya
Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like crepe suzette
I bet you feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich
Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage

I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin'
And in my continental, you know that shits boomin'
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel

Another tale of ordinary madness
The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
"All I really wanna is to feel Nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find"

A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio, pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
Madness becomes, even though your
Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted

By flesh you wanna bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter

Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
And she won't hear applause
'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone
Your arms spread like a cross
And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart

Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar in the gutter with the cigarettes
Or wine you're hungover
I was warned of your normal behaviour and felt
My life was too short to consider your whacky self

It's like this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reelin' against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican

Your scrappin' your neck gets
Snapped back your nose bled
Your thinkin' about a comeback
But your takin' it to the head

You little bastard
Better watch your back
'Cuz we're after your punk ass
By God we're gonna jack it

You're journey is small time
And your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And your older

Hoe bag sceezer
In her droopy saggy skin
Who thought she was a model but in truth a never has been
Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too
This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too
{I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp}
{And my crew will attest to her fraudulence}

{Ha ha ha
After that you ask me like this
Of course no}

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