Strangled By The Thought - Lyrics - The New Amsterdams

Title: Strangled By The Thought
Artist: The New Amsterdams
Composer(s): Matthew Patrick Pryor

Lyric:
Weak from lack of oxygen
Strangled by the thought
Promise you'll remember
When I'm gone

Sleep is mostly optional
Trace lines around my heart
Steal the only breath from my lungs
And if I had your faith, I'd be fearless

But until that day, I'm envious
Miles and miles that distance us
Like meters on a map
Trace lines that only translate to a day

But if your awake, tell me it's safe
If you ask me to stay, then I'll stay
Don't leave me here, when I'm bleedin'
When I'm fadin', when I'm true

And it's tempting
Would you stop everything
When I'm pourin' out to you?
So take everything, take it all from me

All I want
All I want is you

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Stripped, Raped, And Strangled - Lyrics - 15 Year Killing Spree - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Stripped, Raped, And Strangled
Album: 15 Year Killing Spree
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Rob Barrett, Chris Barnes, Jack Owen, Alex Webster

Lyric:
They think they know who I am
All they know is I love to kill
Face down, dead on the ground
Find me before another is found

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead, unburied and rotten
Half eaten by insects

She was so beautiful
I had to kill her

Tied her up and taped her mouth shut
Couldn't scream, raped violently
Rope tight, around her throat
Her body twitches as she chokes

Strangulation caused her death
Just like all the others
Raped before and after death
Stripped, raped, tortured

They're all dead, they're all dead
They're all dead, by strangulation

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead, unburied, and rotten
Half eaten by insects

It felt so good to kill

I took their lives away
Seven dead, lying rotten
Unburied victims
Their naked bodies putrefy

Strangulation caused her death
Just like all the others
Raped before and after death
Stripped, raped, tortured

They're all dead, they're all dead
They're all dead, by strangulation

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead, unburied, and rotten
Half eaten by insects

They think they know who I am
All they know is I love the kill
Face down, dead on the ground
Find me before another is found

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This Lying World - Lyrics - Unearth

Title: This Lying World
Artist: Unearth
Composer(s): Mike Justian, Buz Mcgrath, Ken Susi, John Maggard, Trevor Phipps

Lyric:
Be afraid of infection
Be scared of evil ways
Be scared for your protection
Best watch your every step

Instinctual appeal to fear
Collapse and paralyze
Far gone is good intention
Smokescreen to commercialize

Teller of tales, spin us a line
Front page impersonation
Teller of tales, spin us a line
Front page impersonation

Cities burn, the skies will fall
Civilization reduced to nothing
Disease will spread to all, we buy so we survive
Feel the acid rain corrode

Well, I want to take a picture
Well, our lives would look disguised
Well, I want to take a picture
Well, our lives would look disguised

Wash away, this lying world
Terminate this iron fist

Go

Strangled are we
By the bastards of fascist culture
Strangled are we
By the hands of our own people

Well, on the stage, it's our lives

Well, on the stage grows as mountain
As we stumble on we forget
Well, on the stage grows as mountain
As we stumble on we forget

[Incomprehensible]

Steel toed this path of corruption
Conceal and steer our minds away
Steer our minds away

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U Got Me Bugged - Lyrics - Hardcore Devo, Vol. 2: 1974-1977 - Devo

Title: U Got Me Bugged
Album: Hardcore Devo, Vol. 2: 1974-1977
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Allen Mothersbaugh

Lyric:
Since you came around
Wigglin' under my skin
I've been lost in the lost and found
Feeling like a helpless pin

U got me bug, bug, bug, bug, bugged
Girl, I don't know what to do
U got me bug, bug, bug, bug, bugged
You fluttered on down

As graceful as can be
Then you stuck in the needle
And sucked my blood
It was the love age that came over me

U got me bug, bug, bug, bug, bugged
I don't know what to do
U got me bug, bug, bug, bug, bugged
I'm always bugged over you

Now I'm hopelessly entangled
In the web of love you dangled
Helpless like a worm watch me twist and squirm
Your love has left me strangled

U got me bug, bug, bug, bug, bugged
Girl, I don't know what to do
U got me bug, bug, bug, bug, bugged
Girl, I'm all bugged out over you

You got me bug, bug, bug, bug
Now I'm hopelessly entangled
In the web of love you dangled
Should have trusted sick fear

Now you stepped out on my tail
Your love has left me strangled
You got me bug, bug, bug, bug

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Strangled - Lyrics - Snake River Conspiracy

Title: Strangled
Artist: Snake River Conspiracy
Composer(s): Eric Dodd, Jason Slater, John Berry, Dennis Porter

Lyric:
"It's just been too long," is what they're sayin'
I show them my mask and they don't know
How it's stuck in my head and it just won't go away
I miss you so much

How did it come to be? I'm livin' with remains of me
In this loneliness I'll see, I couldn't leave you alone

Now what they say is just, "Stay away"
Mask in my hands, now they all know
The closer I get, The more I'm pushed away
I want it so much

How did it come to be? I'm livin' with remains of me
And in this loneliness, I'm gonna show you
I couldn't leave to love you, to need you
To take you down, I love you

Now that it's all been seen
There's no one left for me to be
And in this honesty you'll see

I won't leave you to love you, to need you
To take you down, I love you
I fuckin' love you, I love you
I'll never, never leave you

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Remyxomatosis [Remix] - Lyrics - Com Lag (2Plus2IsFive) - Radiohead

Title: Remyxomatosis [Remix]
Album: Com Lag (2Plus2IsFive)
Artist: Radiohead
Composer(s): Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richa Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke

Lyric:
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his newfound friends

He said, I been where I liked
I slept with who I liked
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice

But now I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied

I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down in neat
They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving
Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis

It got edited fucked up
Strangled, beaten up
Used as a photo in Time Magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in Devon

I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
Don't know why
I feel so skinned alive

My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis

Yeah, no one likes a smart-ass but we all like stars
That wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
It must have got mixed up, strangled, beaten up
I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis

I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied

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Fuck Dat Nigga - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Fuck Dat Nigga
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Writer Unknow

Lyric:
Oh yeah, all the fucked niggaz gotta get the fuck out the way
Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Motherfuck you, I'll rush you, bitch, I don't trust you
Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya
Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then crush ya

See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist
All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss
Yo Flip, these boys acting sour
I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power

Stacking up dollars, niggaz wanna fuck with me
If it's hood, it's all good, so tuck your heat
Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat
Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street

I got my serve, that ain't your mama
Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama
I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound
It ain't shit to send my free lancers to your town

Ladies, we just ain't talking 'bout you
'Cause some of these niggaz is bitches too
And you know who, no need to say no name
I'ma gas these niggaz up, like a tank of propane

They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya
We got the mansion,n three kitchen, ain't lying brah
Maybach, reclining seats, 'case we get tired, brah

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talking shit
Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, it's best you keep on walking bitch
I represent the Southside of Screwston, Texas
Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds
Right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace

But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen your tooth
Better get wet ya with my tech weapon and swoop in the coupe
'Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left side
Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide

I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name
Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change
Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, come and see about me

Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven record labels
You can jump your narrow ass in line and straight up get strangled
Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click
Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up, bitch

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Watch your mouth now, 'cause what you say can bring death
One day you gon' say some shit a nigga can't accept
Point Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old block
It ain't gotta be in Cloverland to be a Clover Gee block

Boy, we run this shit, Flip having fun with this shit
And you tripping, Blank, how the fuck you get a gun in this bitch?
When I see him ninety nice, Southside gon' be iight
I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite

I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart
If Flip said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark
Southsi' for li', till I flat line trick
Talk a lot of shit but I can back mine, bitch, what's up?

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me
Look, I don't wanna hear about, your ass weighing ki's
This lil' nigga ain't a threat, you a peon nigga
'Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon nigga

Them niggaz only fucking with you, 'cause you pay 'em for beats
And I saw that bullshit, grill you got on your teeth
My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen
Say you gained a lil' weight if you drank some lean

Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds
He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back
And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back

Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's
So why should I fear a man that bleed like me
Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you, kid
As far as record sales go, I'm killing you, bitch

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Nigga, now how you gon' try to charge Z-Ro
Twenty grand for a mo'fucking verse
Nigga, that shit ain't worth
A goddamn wing dinner bitch

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Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (Punk Song) - Lyrics - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (Punk Song)
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Turner, Nicholas Jago

Lyric:
1 2 3 4

You want a part of me
You want the whole thing
You want to feel something more than I could ever bring
You want it badly
You want it tangled
I want to feel something more than I was strangled

I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

She wants it hallow
She wants it tainted
She wants to feel something more than she was naked
You want to hide away
You're scared to touch it
I want to feel something more than I care to take

I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

She wants your image
She wants your kiss
She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is
You want it badly
You want it so completely
I want to feel something more 'cause I can't fuckin' breathe

I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

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Forgot About Dre - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Forgot About Dre
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

Lyric:
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit' no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles

And no ski's
Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family
With groceries
Got a crib wit' a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques

Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?

Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said, "Mother, fuck tha police"
Gave you tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't gettin' no sleep
so fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucki' around wit' me
And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
(What?)
Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
(Yup)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.

One day I was walkin' by, wit' a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, give me an awkward eye
(What you lookin' at?)
And strangled him off in the parkin' lot
Wit' his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage
Hoppin' out wit' two broken legs, tryin' to walk it off
"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops"

I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit' a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out
(Right here)
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit' a Charleston Chew

Slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin' men, ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me
You muh'fuckers would stop comin' up to me
Wit' your hands out lookin' up to me
Like you want somethin' free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me

But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of
(Compton)

I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?

'Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What 'cause I been in the lab wit' a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off?

I ain't havin' that, this is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And fuck rap! You can have it back

So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped wit' gats
When you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

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I Want To Be A Machine - Lyrics - Ultravox

Title: I Want To Be A Machine
Artist: Ultravox
Composer(s): Billy Currie, John Foxx

Lyric:
I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell

Mitternacht, die mensch-machine

Kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire ladies glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue

In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked at boulevards again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends

I hope your innocence has depraved me

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

Broadcast me, scrambled clean
Or free me from this flesh
Let the armchair cannibals take their fill
In every cell across wilderness

We'll trip such a strangled tango
We'll waltz a wonderland affair
Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow
Leave all emotion dying there

In the star cold beyond all of your dreams

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

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Forgot About Dre - - Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

Title: Forgot About Dre -
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

Lyric:
Y'all know me, still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me
'Cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries

Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said, "Muthafuck the police"

Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all
If y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA
One day I was walkin' by
Wit a walkman on
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'm a kill you and them
Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs

And when the cops came through me
Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
They still wouldn't found out
From here on out it's the chronic two
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew

Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin' men, ladies
Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin' up to me
Wit your hands out lookin' up to me
Like you want somethin' free
When my last C.D. was out you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got's new company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of The Compton

I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mould 'em all?
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
'Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off

I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled in the cabbage patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

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Misunderstood - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Misunderstood
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): John Corabi, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
Little old man contemplates suicide twice a day
Life's passed him by
Little old woman scared and blind, left alone in desperate times
Life's passed her by

Oh, life, it's misunderstood them
So they close their eyes and dream of better days
Oh, life, it's misunderstood, yeah
Life's not always fair, or so they say

Little boy with vacant eyes, daddy won't be home tonight
And he don't know why
His mother, she sits alone tangled in the web she's sewn
She lives lie to lie

Oh, life, it's misunderstood them
So they close their eyes and dream of better days
Oh, life, it's misunderstood, yeah
Life's not always fair, or so they say

Strangled, caged, left alone, doin' time in a broken home
Feelin' left to die
I'm a product of your troubled ways, you made me what I am today
Now you're asking why

Oh, life's misunderstood me
So I close my eyes and dream of better days, yeah yeah
Ooo, life's misunderstood me
Life's not always fair, life's not always fair or so they say

Restless soul deep inside I'm searchin' for some piece of mind
Livin' just to die
I'm an angry man and I always have, had to fight to survive my past
A sign of those times

Life, it's misunderstood me
And I know you know that you've been there too
Time lets a restless soul fade away
Life's not always fair, life's not always fair or so they say, yeah

Little boy with hopeful eyes, daddy's comin' home tonight
So don't you cry
So don't you cry
So don't you cry
So don't you cry

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Easier To Walk Away - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: Easier To Walk Away
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Every time you turn around, you wear another face
Every time I look away, I find a hiding place
If you knew me like you knew him, you would know just how I feel
Slipping through somebody's fingers, falling under someone's wheels

It's easier to walk away, better off to face the facts
When love holds you up for ransom, walk away and don't look back

Never seen you looking back through smiling eyes and tears
Never knew you holding on to memories and fears
Just release me I can't take it, can't you see a change has come
Strangled by infatuation, buried under someone's thumb

It's easier to walk away, better off to face the facts
When love holds you up for ransom, walk away and don't look back
It's easier to walk away cover and fade to black
When love scars and leaves you branded, walk away and don't look back

Every time you turn around, you wear another face
Every time I look away find a hiding place

It's easier to walk away, better off to face the facts
When love holds you up for ransom, walk away and don't look back, yeah
It's easier to walk away, better off to face the facts
When love holds you up for ransom, walk away and don't look back

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The Art Of Balance - Lyrics - Shadows Fall

Title: The Art Of Balance
Artist: Shadows Fall
Composer(s): Matthew Bachand, Jason Bittner, Jonathan Donais, Brian Fair, David Germain, Paul Romanko

Lyric:
I am sheltered by this apathy
Nothing left to do but torch the day
Retreating deeper into my mind
What is it that I hope to find?

This is the aftermath in me
Tendency to keep it all inside
A fool's disguise

I am strangled by this sympathy
Empty words with no meaning
Must release myself into the void
All illusions must be destroyed

This is the aftermath in me
Tendency to keep it all

How dare you compromise the balance of our lives?
Excuses you devise an internal suicide
I struggle to survive perfect goal for which to strive
Ignorance cannot disguise the balance of my life
Hiding the meaning of
Hiding the meaning of

Hiding the meaning of
Hiding the meaning of
How dare you compromise the balance of our lives?
Excuses you devise an internal suicide
I struggle to survive perfect goal for which to strive
Ignorance cannot disguise the balance of my life

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Mister - Lyrics - Watchmen

Title: Mister
Artist: Watchmen
Composer(s): Joey Serlin

Lyric:
Little Danah, she leans outside the diner
She sits and wonders, ?How did I get here??
Mr. Cadillac, he tells Danah where it?s at
When you?re with me kid you?ve got nothing to fear

Makes you wonder about Danah?s mother
Laying down the concrete law
Makes you wonder, pop
About that constant buzz you?ve got

I don?t need no Bible healing
I don?t need Mr. Leary?s whacked out feeling
I just need some understanding
I just need a happy home

Little Danah?s legs, they look just like a road map
She?s got to feed the monkeys crawling round her back
It helps to numb the pain when the rough boys play their games
I wonder if all the big stars started out like that

Makes you wonder about Danah?s mother
She?s yelling every time she speaks
Makes you wonder, pop
You?re always thinking with your cock

I don?t need no Bible healing
I don?t need Mr. Leary?s whacked out feeling
I just need some understanding
I just need a happy home

I can?t take it, I can?t take it, I can?t take it anymore
Every time I try to walk, I just end up on the floor
So put your arms around me, close them way up tight
I can?t breathe, no, I can?t breathe, I?m being strangled by the night

Mr. Fat Man says, ?You wanna make some extra cash
You know you?d look real cute dressed up like a nun?
Mr. Cadillac, he walks in on a blood bath
Fat Man says, hey I was only having fun

Makes you wonder mother, how you gonna treat your other
Will things turn out the same
Makes you wonder, pop
Just when are things they gonna stop

I don?t need no Bible healing
I don?t need Mr. Leary?s whacked out feeling
I just need some understanding
I just need a happy home
I just need a happy home
I just want a happy home

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Hated - Lyrics - The Afghan Whigs

Title: Hated
Artist: The Afghan Whigs
Composer(s): Greg Dulli, Rick Mccollum

Lyric:
I smoke a pack a day
I hit the pipe sometimes
And drink my pay, screw my friends
Understand my need to offend

Come home and smack the woman around
Tried to apologize
She deserved it that I know
Strangled with her pantyhose

What's with the flowers, can't you smell me
I buried you and still you kill me
With all your cryin' I can tell
That your disease will make me well

Twist your head so I can witness
Come and crawl inside my sickness
And I'm hated, undisguised
Never known why

And I'm hated, undisguised
Never known why, now I like it
Now I like it, now I like it
Now I like it

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The Only Mistake - Lyrics - Permanent - Joy Division

Title: The Only Mistake
Album: Permanent
Artist: Joy Division
Composer(s): Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Ian Kevin Curtis, Stephen Paul Davi Morris

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Lyric:
Made the fatal mistake, like I did once before
Tendency just to take 'til the purpose turned sour

Strain, take the strain, these days we love
Strain, take the strain 'cause these days we love

Yeah, the only mistake was that you ran away
Avenues lined with trees, strangled words for the day
Yeah, the only mistake, like I made once before
Yeah, the only mistake, could have made it before

Strain, take the strain, these days we love
Strain, take the strain, these days we love

And the only mistake, led to rumors unfound
Led to pressures unknown, different feelings and sounds
Yeah, the only mistake, like I made once before
Yeah, the only mistake, could have made it before

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Underdog - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: Underdog
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Raymond Riley

Lyric:
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face

Lights turned off and it's the third month, the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share

Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter

You feel like swingin' haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop

Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an all you can eat
Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete

Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin' about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin' on a futon while you're clippin' coupons
Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the croutons

'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
A lot of b-boys are broke, a lot of homeless got jobs

You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povety rate

You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

You like this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguments about money usually drown out the tec blasts

Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin' like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent

And you can write your resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers

Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them?

It's almost impossible survivin' on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

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Letter To Bowie Knife - Lyrics - Calexico

Title: Letter To Bowie Knife
Artist: Calexico
Composer(s): John Burns, Joey Burns

Lyric:
Everyday on my way home
The clouds would break
And the angels would sing their refrain

This world's an ungodly place
Strangled by vines unchaste
So with my shining blade of steel
I would cut a path wide

Dipped in the ink of the fight
Written clean through the night
Mark my words upon the front page
To set my vision straight

It's too late, it's too late
(It's too late)
It's too late, too late, too late
(It's too late)
Too late, it's too late, too late
(It's too late)
Too late

Just like I found it
My world is split right down the spine

Years bled dry, ripe for a reckoning
My blade's back slash beckoning
Slice my wounds
And I make the sign one more time

Come on, come on
Come home, come home
Yeah, it's too late, it's too late
(It's too late)
Too late, it's too late to refrain
(It's too late)
Refrain, it's too late

Did those angels ever sing?
Sliced my world in two

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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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