Step Into The Sideshow - Lyrics - Side Show Freaks - 40 Below Summer

Title: Step Into The Sideshow
Album: Side Show Freaks
Artist: 40 Below Summer
Composer(s): Carlos Aguilar, Hector Grazani, Max Illidge, Joseph D'Amico, Jordan Plingos

Lyric:
Come step up to the plate
And please allow me to demonstrate
As you step into the rear of the sideshow bus
Strap it on 'cause it's time to get a head rush

Twist the cap and tap the bottle
That's my motto, here it comes full throttle
Straight up at ya from 40 below
Freezing, you're bleeding as you feel the winds blow

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

I see you shakin' 'cause your time's up
Wreck that ass with my starting line-up
Bolos and body blows, hooks and haymakers
Re-animate, suffocate your breath taker

Kick down your doors, excuse the intrusion
Swift and clean over the execution
Quick get shot, you're rocked, it'll bend you over
This is the sideshow, bitch, I thought I told ya

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

You can't escape the disease of the freeze
Of the sideshow release, come and bring you to your knees
This is the last straw, I can't control, I explode
Now I got you in a choke hold

You can't try to get off, you'll get lost, you'll get tossed
When I'm up in your face full force
You can't try to get passed, you won't last
It's your ass, when I rip you in half

I know I ignite like a pyro, burn inside so
Step into the sideshow
I know, gonna go psycho, might go
Step into the sideshow

I know I ignite like a pyro, make 'em burn when they
Step into the sideshow
Gonna cut 'em in half really tight, so kickin' your ass when ya
Step into the sideshow

Don't get me hot, you'll catch a right cold, check the eyes, bro
Step into the sideshow
Punk sucker, gonna front on the ride, motherfucker
Step into the sideshow

I'm bringin' all the pain straight out
I'm bringin' all the pain straight out
I'm bringin' all the pain straight out

Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow

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Sideshow - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Alice Cooper

Title: Sideshow
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Jon Norwood, Michael Brooks, Alice Cooper, Dan Wexler, Brian Smith, Bud Saylor

Lyric:
I ain't got no fun today, it's just like yesterday
Oh yeah, only different shades of grey
I'm bored right out of my skull
I'd have to get high just to be dull

I'm institutional
My TV screen
Spins around and around
And around and around

I need a sideshow
Some kinda creep show
They ran the circus out of town
But the ring master said, "Boy, you can stick around"

I pay to see all the freaks
Some finger lickin' chicken-eating geek
Hey, that sounds cool to me
I just want to step inside

I want a scary ride
Oh yeah, see Jekyll turn to Hyde
I fell my head spinnin' round and around
And around and around

I need a sideshow, oh yeah
Some kinda creep show, oh yeah
I just want someplace to go, oh yeah
I tried to be the circus clown
But even my monkey wouldn't hang around

And the hunchback midget
And his twisted friends
Offer me a world of thrills
That never end

I need a sideshow
Some kind of freaky show
Oh yeah, down where the neon glows
Just like a psychedelic video

Or a 24 hour party, go go go
Not a gozio, no
I need a sideshow
My private sideshow

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Fugazi - Lyrics - Fish

Title: Fugazi
Artist: Fish
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Ian Mosley

Lyric:
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung herself around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable ties

Cast adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)
Peepshow
(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows

Decriminalized genocide
Provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane

Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
This world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Where are the prophets?

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Fugazi - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Fugazi
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Ian Mosley

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Lyric:
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung herself around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable ties

Cast adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)
Peepshow
(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows

Decriminalized genocide
Provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane

Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
This world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Where are the prophets?

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City Of Ghosts - Lyrics - Morning Star - Entombed

Title: City Of Ghosts
Album: Morning Star
Artist: Entombed
Composer(s): Ulf A Cederlund

Lyric:
Born and predicted to always be wrong
The same old bullshit the same old song

Familiar patterns, familiar hosts
The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts

The city of refugees, they're all in fatigue
You're all bullshit of the same old league

Familiar patterns, familiar hosts
The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts

City of ghosts

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The Freak - Lyrics - Rick Springfield

Title: The Freak
Artist: Rick Springfield
Composer(s): Rick Springfield

Lyric:
Step inside the tent, ladies and gentlemen
To see the freak they call 'Jacko, the dog face man'
He walks like a man and talks like a man
But was born with the face of a dog
An actual freak of nature

Bright lights blind me and I am whizzing by the people
Pushing, rushing to the music and my eyes are running
And my legs are aching and there are people winning
And the carnival's spinning

Merry go round, go round, and they make me dizzy
People shouting as they shot and win
And my head is ringing, my ears are flitting
And my hair is thinning and the carnival's spinning

After the people have gone
I walk along down sideshow alley
And from the tent I hear some crying
The sound of someone in pain

And written brightly on the canvas and woodwork
So that everybody could see
Was the question they pose to the public
When is a man not a man, when he's a freak in the sideshow

But we all got to cry, yes, we all got to cry and we all got to cry
Bright lights blind me and I am questioned by the people
Pushing, rushing to the organ grinder's music
And my eyes are running and my legs are achy
And there are people crying and the carnival's dying

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Monkey In The Middle - Lyrics - Rodney Atkins

Title: Monkey In The Middle
Artist: Rodney Atkins
Composer(s): Rodney Atkins, Brian Gowan, Owen Hewitt

Lyric:
I get up like a rocket in a hurricane
Then it's off to work like a runaway train
Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail
It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail
Back and forth in a game of pickle
I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle

Walking that sideshow tight rope, making ends meet
That organ grinder be in a bind without me
In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules
But every time that music plays, I know what to do

Every Friday night at the honky tonk
Me and my baby make that dive jump
When our buckles bump, I tell you what
That girl is packing some powerful stuff, powerful stuff
And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle
Makin' sweet music with the monkey in the middle

Walking that sideshow tightrope, making ends meet
That organ grinder be in a bind without me
In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules
But every time that music plays, sugar, I know what to do

And then I get up like a rocket in a hurricane
Then it's off to work like a runaway train
Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail
It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail
Back and forth in a game of pickle
I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle

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3 Rings - Lyrics - Mutilation Mix - Insane Clown Posse

Title: 3 Rings
Album: Mutilation Mix
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Frank Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Hello!
You have a collect call from Cuckoo
Please answer the following question, "Yes or no"
Will you pay for the call?

Is this on?
Gather around my wealthy friends and enjoy the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares could produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once, and come and indulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks

Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches

Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys
Scary, bula!

And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright

No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess, I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ring

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm running with the sideshow

Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black 'n' blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'Coz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!

Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut

Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh

Fuck that bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots 'coz I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards

You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent

You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times

You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy after I done put knots
All over your fuckin' forehead

Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that fucking corn dog up your ass

Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards

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40 - Earl That'S Yo' Life - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Earl That'S Yo' Life
Artist: E
Composer(s): O Cooper, A Banks, E Stevens, S Howell, T Shaw

Lyric:
Earl, whassup Mayne?
It's yo' potnah Short Dawg
You know we come a long way baby
From the ground up

Oh they love the way us players ball
No doubt, that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'

I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by Creflo Dollar
'Cause I'll probably never ever see the pearly gates
At the rate I'm goin' now, it'll be too late

Take life taste it, get on and smell it
You know what Charlie is, well it's sucker repellent
I spray myself with it every morning, you dig?
I spray myself right before I leave the crib

Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac escalate
It's summertime and I'm scorchin', fuck a bulletproof
I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num-num juice

I'm in the traffic with my music on storm
Got a ticket just for blowin' my, horn
The real, pinkie ring, princess cut
Carats on, around my neck

Lookin' like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey double [Incomprehensible]
H I double L sideshow

All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh, bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit, tycoon stickin' to the script, beotch

Earl, that's yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo' life

Straight up out the game
The realest nigga you done talked to all day
It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's
Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, with C-bo

From livin' nappy, everybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Hoes'll dress tacky, just so I can bank they dome
Bank 'em make them think I'm broke
Use the dope game as a steppin' stone

[Incomprehensible] next steal walkie talkies
I'm the one that really-natin' them faulty chips
I got the gift of gab, I'm off the choo choo track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can have that

All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh, bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit, you can't stop e-feezy beotch

Earl, that's yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo' life

The street life, ballin' outta control
My million dollar spot, way too cold
So many record haters, my back against the wall
When I was growin' up I seen a lot of rappers ball

Bring the yellow tape, it's on, on sight
You wanna squash the funk? Shoot me a peace kite
Where the party at? Who got that Carlos Rossi?
Who in my drinkin' club? Girl I'm 'bout to mob somebody

I'm fee-ed-exin', [Incomprehensible]
From sardines and [Incomprehensible]
I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back
Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap

All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh, bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit, tycoon stickin' to the script, beotch

Earl, that's yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo' life

You know what I said
What'd you say pimpin'?
Short Dawg
Short Deezy

Oh I ride with my potnah
Nigga I ride with you too pimpin'
Bumpin' them woofers like this
Boom boom boom boom!!

Can't smell this funk, we been doin' this
Been doin' it
You know I love these new niggaz man
I love when they get on that paper chase
Right, right, right

So far, they can't do this
Can't do this
Not like this
Uh-huh, nah

We talkin' limousines and mansions
Limousines, mansions
Got to keep these hoes dancin'
Got to keep 'em dancin', dirty dancin'
Bitches love us
They love us, what they do?
They love us
That's right pimpin'

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I Need A Miracle - Lyrics - The Arista Years - Grateful Dead

Title: I Need A Miracle
Album: The Arista Years
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): John Perry Barlow, Robert Hall Weir

Lyric:
I need a woman 'bout twice my age
A lady of nobility, gentility and rage
Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw
We'll go right through the book and break each and every law

I got a feeling and it won't go away, oh no
Just one thing then I'll be okay
I need a miracle every day

I need a woman 'bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddess of the night
Her secret incantations, candle burning blue
We'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do

And it's real and it won't go away, oh no
Can't get around and I can't run away
I need a miracle every day

I need a woman 'bout twice my weight
A ton of fun who packs a gun with all her other freight
Find her in a sideshow, leave her in L.A.
Ride her like a surfer running on a tidal wave

And it's real, believe what I say, yeah
Just one thing, hey, I got to say
I need a miracle every day

It takes dynamite to get me up
Too much of everything is just enough
One more thing I've just got to say
I need a miracle every day

I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle, I need a miracle, I need a miracle every day

I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle, I need a miracle, I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle, I need a miracle, I need a miracle every day

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When We Ride On Our Enemies - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: When We Ride On Our Enemies
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Fugees, Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too, huh?
Ha ha ha, well, I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck
This is what it sounds like, when we ride on our enemies
Beyotch, when we ride on our enemies

Hey, got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin' thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz and slug niggaz

Am I wrong? Niggaz makin' songs, tryin' to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest, I bust, then we ride 'til the sun come
Shinin' back to brighten up the sky, many die

Heard the Fugees was tryin' to do me, look bitch
I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin' movie
Then, we watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin' at my motherfuckin' sideshow

Bam, set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my fuckin' trick shot
My lyrics runnin' all you cowards out of hip-hop

When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
I bet you motherfuckers die
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Bet all you motherfuckers die
When we ride on our enemies

Come take a journey through my mind's eye
You crossed the game, don't explain
Nigga time to die, say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die
You bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes

You was heartless on yo' hits
Niggaz love to scream peace
After they start some shit, pay attention
Here's a word to those that robbed me

I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep
Don't fuck with me
Nigga you're barely livin', don't you got sickle cell?
See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin' well, hell

How many niggaz wanna be involved?
See I was only talkin' to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball
Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin' Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody heard
Know I meant, every motherfuckin' word

When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody die
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies, hehe
I make sure everybody die
When we ride on our enemies

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Star Ride - Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Title: Star Ride
Artist: Warrior Soul
Composer(s): Alexander Arundel, Kory Clarke, Pete Mc Lanahan

Lyric:
Touch down, I'm the space arrival
Carrier of a modern style
Chrome trash and the streets are blazin'
Monochrome flash and my mind is grazin'

I gotta rocket to the sonic sideshow
Hit the gas, man, I'm ready to mind blow

Dream on the tragic set
Gonna fly like a sonic jet
You're gone, turn it on
Come on, man, it's fabulon
You're gone like a kiss

Come on, man, it's fabulous
You're never gonna cry
Did you ever wonder why
You're never gonna die? Star ride

Monitor me, beam and lock on
When I fly, it's got to be mach one
I'm a satellite rockin' in orbit
I love your world, man, and watchin' you blow it

I put a smile on five billion faces
Communicate addict in phases
Bright chrome, all alone
Shattered lives in the killin' zone

Star light cryin' love
Screamin' out dead sky above
Ride on the solar breeze
Acid queen on the dream disease

'Cause you know, you're on another level
You know, they're never gonna tell you
You know, you better get ready to star ride
You're never gonna die

Rocket priest for the sonic religion
Laminated love for the plastic forgiven
I`m acid punk man, now I'm affected
You're primitive but now you're addicted

Bright chrome, all alone
(Monochrome flash and my mind is crazin')
Shattered lives in the killin' zone
(I hit the gas and I'm ready to blaze in)

Star light, cryin' love
(I'm the best that you've seen yet)
Screamin' out dead sky above
(I'm comin' down fast, man, you got a bet)

'Cause you know, as you run into the sky
You know, you never get to cry
You know, did you ever wonder why
You know, you're never gonna die? Star ride

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Three Rings - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Three Rings
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Frank Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Hello!
You have a collect call from Cuckoo
Please answer the following question, "Yes or no"
Will you pay for the call?

Is this on?
Gather around my wealthy friends and enjoy the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares could produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once, and come and indulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks

Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches

Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys
Scary, bula!

And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright

No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess, I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ring

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm running with the sideshow

Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black 'n' blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'Coz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!

Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut

Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh

Fuck that bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots 'coz I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards

You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent

You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times

You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy after I done put knots
All over your fuckin' forehead

Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that fucking corn dog up your ass

Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards

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Trial - Lyrics - Dahmer - Macabre

Title: Trial
Album: Dahmer
Artist: Macabre
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Turner, Nicholas Jago

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Lyric:
From a hallway mirror I saw him
As he drank from the water fountain
Then Jeffrey walked into the courtroom
With a tight suit that was dark blue
Ten feet away the cannibal contained

I went to see Jeffrey Dahmer's trial
To see the man that committed the acts most vile
To hear some of the testimony
And listen to what the witnesses say

I waited in line to see him
Through the bulletproof wall in the courtroom
And I had a seat in the front row
To watch Jeff like a circus sideshow
Ten feet away, the cannibal displayed

It's off to see Jeffrey Dahmer's trial
To see the man that committed the acts most vile
To hear some of the testimony
And listen to what the witnesses say

It's off to see Jeffrey Dahmer's trial
To see the man that committed the acts most vile
To hear some of the testimony
And listen to what the witnesses say

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Messiah - Lyrics - Blood Music - Dead Celebrity Status

Title: Messiah
Album: Blood Music
Artist: Dead Celebrity Status
Composer(s): Craig Hunter, Jeff Dalziel, Yassen Taalat, Gerald Eaton, Jason Levine, James Mccollum, Brian West, Bobby Mcintosh

Lyric:
Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I'm the Messiah, I'm anti-celebrity
I'm anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies
Dead Celebs are movin', you're the students
It's time to change the world, kids, here's the blueprint

Somethin' 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'
Like Kurt Cobain's ghost came back an' wrote these lyrics
An' forced America to listen
With a million angry Misfits screamin', "Fuck The System?

I'm the pain in Axle Rose's diary
That's why an 'Appetite For Destruction' lives inside of me
I'm not your typical lyricist
Strippin' naked an' sellin' on appearances

This is for those who came to tackle giants
This is the anthem, 'David versus Goliath'
I'm so sick of bein' caught up in your sideshow
I'm the anti-American Teen Idol

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I spread peace through a pen like Bob Dylan
An' crash the set of Popstars while it's filmin'
Expose foes for lies an' propaganda
Like dirty cops swingin' batons on camera

Let's march up these steps an' face the fire
Scratch a match an' burn this empire down
So let the games begin
You either turn with the world or you watch it spin

An' if your dreams were stolen by a liar
Then steal it back with your name as Winona Ryder
Don't be afraid, be stronger divide an' conquer
Come out swingin' like Ozzfest concerts

Time's up, I'm callin' you to rise up
No more walkin' blind with your eyes shut
Find the message hidden in these chapters
Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I wait for this like it's a violent game
A cross between Grand Theft Auto an' Max Payne
I'm the magic in the hands of David Blaine
Turnin' back time to the days when [Incomprehensible]

Along came a spider spinning webs of hatred
Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where stars are born an' celebrities tell lies
The revolution will now be televised

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Yo, what did you think?
It's Dead Celeb, [Incomprehensible]
Dead Celeb

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Clifton - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Clifton
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin, Paul K Laster

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Lyric:
Yeah, straight from the ranch
Motion man
J. reno, Kool Keith
Kool Keith

I used to rock a booty butt banger with a hanger
Snap back with back slaps, bypass them corny raps
Perhaps some action, maxin' in the turb' relaxin'
Unique investigator, sportin' more alligators

From here to Virginia clubs when I step up in ya
Tell the maid from my toes to my shoulder blade
Extreme act up on front stage, make 'em back up
You get that workout that head piece gettin' slapped up

Now turn yo' lip up, you drop that mic, you turn yo' lip down
I spin on stage like, blowin' mics, make you sit down
From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina
Atlanta, Georgia, Florida flowin' down like I'm water

Mexican, Indian, fly girls, the Puerto Ricans
Pum pum pump, the eight oh eight oh eight oh eight oh peakin'
Now start spectacular, expert, them legs will work
Bronx bomber watch' em strip Eddy tip that fine mama

Hydraulics expand, while drums bang like gap band
I clap hand, take his mic, give him five to my man
Switch his work to talent shows, I do concerts
Light up shirts like fourth of July atomic fireworks
Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks, yeah

Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)

My name is Cadillac Clifton Santiago
At the bodega, I need a fat sandwich major
You know my switches, impala drop, scrapin' sparks
I mack these bitches, white Asian Puerto Rican

Black Russian Haitian with jungle fever, I ain't hatin'
A cup more coppertone, I'm cappin' on your kinky ear
Bitches they stare, 'cause I'm wild cock diesel
Boy, hopin' that I recognize they girls in this song

Bodda boom bodda bing bodda bing da bing bong, yo check it
I call up televas-quez, he's gettin' ass
And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash
I'm out to desecrate, move wild western state

I got your sister lickin' ass, suckin' hairy balls
My occupation downfall and bringin' niggaz bad luck
My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall
I'm full [Unverified], a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies

Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and watch the movie
And kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin' goofy
She's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half
They know I'm wild, I don't mess around with chicken heads
Barney and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam, Pebbles

Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)

Slidin' through the back of the do'
You didn't see me in the midst with my pistol, ev dog
Flyin' heads is my job, I will clobber you
Walkin' backwards, chosin' jacket turn around

Gloves on, opposite hands
Can you recognize me?
I wear blu blocker shades so you can't see what I see
Holdin' a mirror up, so I don't run into nobody

But I don't care, 'cause I know karate
Vulcan pinch and that yoga too
Don't you know I'm stretch Armstrong in the flesh
With a mocha tan and a criminal mind?

Like chairhead Chippendale, yeah
Comedy? Yes, no? Maybe not
But if I got a lip don't zip
Baggy jeans on, walkin' through a crowded room

Avoid all contact with me, click boom
People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin'
Am I dreamin', drunk or just zooted out?
I need help call 9-1-1 pronto

My modus operandi is complete
One down, many to go, others to show
The argonaut is ain't no fuckin' circus sideshow
Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not
Wild kingdom mutual of northern cal

Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)

Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)

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Crucified - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: Crucified
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): Greg Darling, Julian Lennon

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Lyric:
Everybody knows, every kind of fool
I'm just one that sees the world with open eyes
The countless lies, the truth denied, which ever way the wind blows
And we're crucified, crucified on the cross of innuendo

And we're shaking the faith of the fools
Everyone's forsaking and breaking the rules
Is there nothing sacred, we're naked
In fear of what we do, they're watching you

Everything we say, everything we do
Questions our morality and judges us
For who we are and how bizarre, we're all freaks in this sideshow
And we're crucified, crucified on the cross of innuendo

And we're shaking the faith of the fools
Everyone's forsaking and breaking the rules
Is there nothing sacred, we're naked
In fear of what we do, they're watching you

We're hypnotized and patronized which ever way the wind blows
And we're crucified, crucified on the cross of innuendo

And we're shaking and breaking the rules
Everyone's forsaking the faith of the fools
Can't you see we're chasing the dreams of the fools
Don't you know they're faking and breaking the rules

The countless lies which ever way the wind blows
And we're crucified, crucified on the cross of innuendo

And we're shaking the faith of the fools
Everyone's forsaking and breaking the rules
Is there nothing sacred, we're naked
In fear of what we do, they're watching you

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Welcome To The Strange - Lyrics - Murderdolls

Title: Welcome To The Strange
Artist: Murderdolls
Composer(s): Joseph Poole, J Jordison

Lyric:
Nowhere
No place I'd rather be
I'm in my own sideshow
Where I can feel the misery

But in my home, yeah, I'd see the color
My future's so black and white
I got a non-stop ticket
No destination in sight

So step right up for the ride of your life
The line starts here in the back of my mind

I ride into the super sci-fi
My stars are fallin'
Down down down
To the earth tonight

So step right up for the ride of your life
The line starts here in the back of my mind
Well, you can rearrange the strange and deranged
The sign up ahead says 'Welcome to the strange'

So step right up for the ride of your life
The line starts here in the back of my mind

Nowhere, no place I'd rather be
Well, I'm a self-made monster and my own worst enemy

So step right up for the ride of your life
The line starts here in the back of my mind
Well, you can rearrange the strange and deranged
The sign up ahead says 'Welcome to the strange'

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Side Show Tornado - Lyrics - Bob Schneider

Title: Side Show Tornado
Artist: Bob Schneider
Composer(s): Adam Temple, Bob Schneider

Lyric:
I got a shattered heart membrane
I got hair on end
In a sea of strangers
And I'm my only friend

The bottom of the barrel
Empty bottle in my hand
I'm all ears baby
I'm an invisible man

Why'd you go?
Why'd you go?

I got a million dollar headache
I got a thermal smile
I'm a sideshow tornado
I'll only stay for a while

I got a hole in my heart
I gotta get out of town
I'm a truckload of trouble
I ain't fucking around

So why'd you go?
Why'd you go?
So why'd you go
And leave me here all alone?

I got a drink special hairdo
I got a grandfather stare
I got a cop in my rear view
That I wish wasn't there

I got too much damn free time
I got nowhere to hide
I'm a hotbed of hormones
I?m frozen inside

So why'd you go?
So why'd you go?
Why'd you go
And leave me here all alone?

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Counting The Days - Lyrics - Youth - Collective Soul

Title: Counting The Days
Album: Youth
Artist: Collective Soul
Composer(s): Edgar Eugene Roland

Lyric:
Hey baby are you listening?
I've battened all the hatches down
I've taken all of your prescriptions
But no remedy I've found

Counting the days
Yeah, until some freedom can scream my name
Counting the days
Yeah, until the gods break these chains

Hey baby are you watching?
I'm saddled in for your sideshow
I'm never one to become precious
'Cause life is so touch and go

Counting the days
Yeah, until some freedom can scream my name
Counting the days
Yeah, until the gods break these chains

Dig in, get in, dig in
What you're looking for
Dig in, get in, dig in
What you're searching for
Dig in, get in, dig in
Yeah, dig, yeah, dig

Counting the days
Yeah, until some freedom can scream my name
Counting the days
Yeah, until the gods break these chains

Counting the days
Yeah, until some freedom can scream my name
Counting the days
Yeah, until the gods break these chains

Break these chains
Break these chains
Break these chains

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