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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Terrorists - Lyrics - The Explosion

Title: Terrorists
Artist: The Explosion
Composer(s): Sam Cave, Damian Genuardi, Matt Hock, Dave Walsh

Lyric:
Could you be a rebel in your work clothes?
Do you need a slogan to define what's on your mind?
Could you chose your fights, could you bide your time?
You're always fighting from the outside

Terrorists again have grabbed the headlines
But I don't care, I'm staying in tonight
Terrorists again have grabbed the headlines
But I don't care, I'm staying in tonight

I could be a pen and paper outlaw
Write off all the rules and break the new ones I hold true
And I would choose my fights
And I would bide my time

Take them down from the inside
Take them down from the inside
Terrorists again have grabbed the headlines
But I don't care, I'm staying in tonight

They've got the airwaves too
But I'm still black and blue
From the record skipping
Stricken from the record once again

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Crucifix Kiss - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Crucifix Kiss
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
So mighty, so hegemonic, so hating, so desecrating
So there, so nowhere, so hurting
We fall between indifference rejection
And the whole fucking wall, we fall

Christin me Fuhrer Nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today
Give me all your possessions

Make poverty your perfect home
Allow your leaders to control you
Questions are now blasphemy

Why walk when you can crawl
Stay on your knees and kiss my feet
Censorship'll stop your excess thought
Check your billboard for my tour

Listen to Luke sermon six
"And if one of the occupation troops
Forces you to carry his pack
One kilometer carry it two"

Be a tourist in the war zone
Interrogate scriptures and not your stinking home
That diet of bread and waters old

Now feed on alcohol drug and do what you're told
Now we'll take your number for a name
Soak mind control in christening water out of jail

Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul

Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Born To End - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Born To End
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
Get some pain and I feel alive
(Born to end)
Close my eyes overdose on hell
(Born to end)

Get run over by no direction
(Born to end)
Breathing dead and I'm born to end
(Born to end)

Fall to the floor my baby
(Baby)
I no longer believe
(Baby)
Fall to the floor my
(Baby)
I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies, beautiful, empty, dyin'
Nagasaki dolls are burnin'

Europe freed by Macdonald's and Levis
(Born to end)
Can't afford it so I hate it all
(Born to end)

Images linger like repression
(Born to end)
Concentration camps of our dreams
(Born to end)

Fall to the floor my baby
(Baby)
I no longer believe
(Baby)
Fall to the floor my
(Baby)
I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies beautiful, empty, dyin'
Nagasaki dolls are burnin'

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies, beautiful, empty, dyin' dolls

Beg for mercy
Pray for war

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Methadone Pretty - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Methadone Pretty
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
I am nothing and should be everything
You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity
Intentional destruction germ
Eats your thoughts and makes you happy

They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide

Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty

Heart beats like a refugee machine
Pretty hostage mass, licensed to obey
Xerox days to acceptance
Decline accelerates into prejudice

They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide

Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty

I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I don't need your history

Wreckage inside all that's real
Another bought product, no reality
Passive consumers with patrolled desires
Mindless countdown to retirement

They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Gonna stay a terminal young thing
And never gonna be methadone pretty

Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Methadone

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Slash N' Burn - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Slash N' Burn
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
You need your stars, even killers have prestige
Access to a living you will not see
24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly
Gorgeous poverty of created needs

Slash n' burn
Kill to live, kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live

Worms in the garden more real than a McDonald's
Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in
Look around here and you see nothing is very real
Chained to economy now famine has been

Slash n' burn
Kill to live, kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live

That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need

Madonna drinks Coke and so you can too
Tastes real good not like a sweet poison should
Too much comfort to get decadent
Politics here's death and God is safer sex

Slash n' burn
Kill to live, kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live, kill for kicks

Slash n' burn
Kill to live, kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live

That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Repeat - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Repeat
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
I've seen this happen before
This is a message from occupied England
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Repeat after me
Death camp palace

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

I've seen this happen before
A force of sensationalism, a force of sensationalism
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking
What happens to the brains? What happens?
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Condemned To Rock 'N' Roll - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Condemned To Rock 'N' Roll
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem
Misery and trauma making love
Best go shoot the fucking doves

The past is so beautiful
The future like a corpse in snow
I think it?s all the fucking same
It?s a life sentence, baby

A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised

Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can?t fix the hole they made
Condemned to
Condemned to Rock ?N? Roll

No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reasons for just living life

Rip cord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy

This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death, babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You?re nothing, pestilence a seed

Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can?t fix the hole they made
Condemned to Rock ?N? Roll
Oblivion?s all we know

Lips I kiss just another plague
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can?t fix the hole they made

Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker
Review with avant garde lips
You're just a motherfucker

There?s nothing I wanna see
There?s nowhere I wanna go

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Repeat (Stars And Stripes) - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Repeat (Stars And Stripes)
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
I've seen this happen before
This is a message from occupied England
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Repeat after me
Death camp palace

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

I've seen this happen before
A force of sensationalism, a force of sensationalism
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking
What happens to the brains? What happens?
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Underwear Goes Inside The Pants - Lyrics - Lazyboy

Title: Underwear Goes Inside The Pants
Artist: Lazyboy
Composer(s): Soren Rasted, Jonathan Douglas, Greg Geraldo, Lasse Illington

Lyric:
Why is marijuana not legal?
Why is marijuana not legal?
It?s a natural plant
That grows in the dirt

Do you know what?s not natural?
80 year old dudes with hard-ons
That?s not natural
But we got pills for that

We?re dedicating all our medical resources
To keeping the old guys erect
But we?re putting people in jail
For smoking something that grows in the dirt

You know we have more
Prescription drugs now
Every commercial that comes on TV
Is a prescription drug ad

I can?t watch TV for four minutes
Without thinking
I have five serious diseases

Like, ?Do you ever wake up
Tired in the morning??
Oh, my God I have this, write this down
Whatever it is, I have it

Half the time you don?t even know
What the commercial is
People running through fields
Or flying kites or swimming in the ocean

I?m like that is the greatest disease ever
How do you get that?
That disease comes
With a hot chick and a puppy

The schools now
It is all about self-esteem in the schools
Build the kids? self-esteem
Make them feel good about themselves

If everybody grows up with high self-esteem
Who is going to dance in our strip clubs?
What?s going to happen to our porno industry?
These women don?t just grown on trees

It takes lots of drunk daddys
Missing a lot of dance recitals
Before you decide to blow a goat
On the internet for fifty bucks

And if that disappears
Where does that leave me on a Friday
With my new high speed connection?

Baby sing, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing for me, c'mon now sing
Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing to me, sing a song

Masterminds are another word
That comes up all the time
You keep hearing about these
Uh, these terrorists masterminds
That are being killed in the middle east

Terrorists masterminds
Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe
What these guys do, don?t you think?
They?re not masterminds

?Okay, you take bomb, right? And you put in backpack
Then you get on bus and you blow yourself up?
?Why do I have to blow myself up? Why don?t I put??
?Who?s the fucking mastermind here? Me or you??

Americans, let?s face it
We?ve been a spoiled country for a long time
Do you know what the number one
Health risk in America is? Obesity, obesity

They say we?re in the middle of an obesity epidemic
An epidemic like it is polio
Like we?ll be telling our grand kids about it one day
The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004

?How?d you get through it grandpa??
?Oh, it was horrible Johnny
There was cheesecake
And pork chops everywhere?

Nobody knows why we're getting fatter
Look at our lifestyle
I?ll sit at a drive through
I?ll sit there for I'll sit there

Behind fifteen other cars
Instead of getting up to
Make the eight foot walk
To the totally empty counter

Everything is mega meal
Super sized
Want biggie fries with that?
Want a jumbo fries with that?
Want to go large?

You want to have thirty burgers
For a nickel you fat mother fucker
There?s room in the back, take it
Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that?
It?s only three more cents

Baby sing, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing for me, c'mon now sing
Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing to me, sing a song

Sometimes you have to
Suffer a little in your youth
To motivate yourself
To succeed in later life

Do you think if Bill Gates
Got laid in high school
Do you think there?d be a Microsoft?
Of course not

You got to spend a long time
Stuffed in your own locker
With your underwear
Wedged up your ass before you start thinkin'
?I?m going to take of the world
With computers! You'll see, I?ll show them?

We?re in one of the
Richest countries in the world
But the minimum wage is lower now
Than it was thirty-five years ago

There are homeless people everywhere
This homeless guy asked me for money the other day
I was about to give it to him and then
I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol

And then I thought, that?s what I?m going to use it on
Why am I judging this poor bastard
People love to judge homeless guys
Like if you give them money they?re just going to waste it

He's gonna waste the money
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do?
Save it up and buy a wall unit
Take a little run to the store for a throw-rug and a CD rack
He?s homeless

I walked behind this guy the other day
A homeless guy asked him for money
He looks right at the homeless guy
"Why don?t you go get a job you bum?"

People always say that to homeless guys
"Get a job" like it's always that easy
This homeless guy was wearing
His underwear outside his pants

I?m guessing his resume isn?t all up to date
I?m predicting some problems during the interview process
I?m pretty sure even McDonalds has an
Underwear goes inside the pants policy
Not that they enforce it very strictly,
But technically I?m sure it is in the books

Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing for me, c'mon now sing
Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing to me, sing a song

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Damn Dog - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Damn Dog
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): Jacob Brackman, Billy Mernit

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Lyric:
This is Damn Dog
By the Manic Street Preachers
Take one, two, three, four

I can lick your face
I can bite it too
Ooh, my teeth's got rabies
I'm gonna give it to you

Feed me, feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
'Cause I'm a damned dog now

I gotta taste for flesh
I gotta taste for danger
So I foam and chew
I bite the hands of a stranger

Feed me, feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
'Cause I'm a damned dog now

Feed me, feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
'Cause I'm a damned dog now

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Another Invented Disease - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Another Invented Disease
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Drugs come out of boredom, babe
U.N. exports it everyday
Their armies feed the ghetto lame
Government approve it just the same

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel
(I need to feel)
I need to feel
(I need to feel)

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

Left alone in corporate slums
Where germs are free not amex fun
Healthy bodies in empty minds
Only exists in advert time

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel
(I need to feel)
I need to feel
(I need to feel)

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

Sunk deep in my TV
Maybe sucked the soul from within me

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Tennessee - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Tennessee
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Your dream can never earn enough
Ultimate nihilistic love

Tennessee nights just zip-code love
Always believe the comfort of strangers
Tennessee eyes, graffiti once blue
Media sells a trace of hate
Media sells a trace of hate

Our epitaph reads like your sin
Subvert, destroy, beat derelict

Tennessee nights just zip-code love
Comanche becomes as maggot
Tennessee eyes orange once blue
Media sells a trace of hate
Media sells a trace of hate

His pain forgets her agony
His heart P M R C
His heart P M R C
The white man is disease
His heart P M R C

Your dream can never earn enough
Ultimate nihilistic love

Love, love, love, love
Love, love

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

So Dead - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: So Dead
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Learn to sleep through misery
Never gonna wake feeling free
No one fucks as good as Marilyn
Plastic surgery sure cures your sins

You need a fix I'm your prostitute
Repression says depravity's cute
I'll feed you lines to make you smile
You're so easy to dehumanize

It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's just that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love

Pay for it, pay for it
Degrade your senses till you hate me

Begging to be cool through nicotine
Decadence costs but she must be clean
Build up walls so you can't feel
When you get high 'It's So Unreal'

Days fade in and I need the night
I've seen your dumb face all of my life
Eyes close down, don't wanna see
Broken communion of the twentieth century

It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's just that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love

Pay for it, pay for it
You're gonna pay for my intelligence
Pay for it, pay for it
?Cause I'm a slut and you just suck

Pay for it, pay for it
Degrade your senses till you hate me
Pay for it, pay for it
We promote all sickness and disease

You're gonna pay for my intelligence
?Cause I'm a slut and you just suck

You're so dead
You're so dead

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Love'S Sweet Exile - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Love'S Sweet Exile
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Between the billboard masturbation
Across highways of metallic isolation
There lies the deafenin' screamin'
Of the millions wipin' out the diseased pages
Of apathy that bleed our innocence

Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile

We blur into images of state coercion
Classified machines die misunderstood
City reflections pour out misery
We don't count 'cos we hate

Rain down alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Rain down alienation
Leave this country
Leave it

Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes
Unified collapse of everything inside
We understand but can't accept
You are not dead 'cos we hate

Rain down alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Rain down alienation
Leave this country
Leave it

Our lives drift into a faceless sense of void
Everything of meaning becomes destroyed
There's too much concrete for us to breathe
We are kept down 'cos we hate

Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile

Rain down alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Rain down alienation
Leave this country
Believe it

Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Stay Beautiful - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Stay Beautiful
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen
Jam your brain with broken heroes
Love your masks and adore your failure

We're a mess of eyeliner and spray paint
DIY destruction on Chanel chic
In the your culture of consumption
This is a culture of destruction

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just

Babes on the run with poisoned lips
Wrap your arms 'round this everlasting kiss
Clinging to your own sense of waste
All we love is lonely wreckage

Your school, your dole and your checkbook dreams
Your clothes, your suits and your pension schemes
Now you say you know how we feel
But don't fall in love 'cause we hate you still

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just

Destroyed by madness, ooh yeah
Destroyed by madness, ooh yeah
Destroyed by madness, ooh yeah
Anxiety is freedom

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Suburban Rebels - Lyrics - The Business

Title: Suburban Rebels
Artist: The Business
Composer(s): Garry Johnson, Steve Kent

Lyric:
Oi

They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers
Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers
Flared blue jeans and anoraks
With yellow streaks all down their backs

Who act so tough when their on TV
But trendy wankers don't scare me

Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you

Suburban rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners

You're the middle class kiddies from public schools
Who write the slogans on the toilet walls
Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks
You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks

Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd
But when you're alone you don't speak loud

Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you

Suburban rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Repeat (U K ) - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Repeat (U K )
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
I've seen this happen before
This is a message from occupied England
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Repeat after me
Death camp palace

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

I've seen this happen before
A force of sensationalism, a force of sensationalism
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking
What happens to the brains? What happens?
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We Can Make It Right - Lyrics - Gametime - Lil' Romeo

Title: We Can Make It Right
Album: Gametime
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Lil' Romeo C Strouse, M Charnin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
(This for everybody that been through the struggle)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Black, white, red or blue)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(We all the same, yeah)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, throw your hands up)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Put your hands up, raise your hands up)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Yeah, okay)

Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script
Every other day another person was hit
We rode buses to school, I followed the rules
First grade, second grade, packed up and we moved

Still had to struggle, my pops gave up his hustle
Got into music, then game started to bubble
My main focus is to study, stay out of trouble
Bad Bubba, look at me now, thanks dad, I love you

Whoever thought that a 12 year old could touch souls
Even hip-hop braids in a row, that?s so cold
I tell my friends, family and all my fans
May God bless everyone on this land

It?s a hard life, but love is love, play your cards right
Reach for the stars, life is trouble, put up a fight
Before you know it, your inner sides start flowin?
We all have a talent, some just don?t know

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Hard life is all about sacrifice
It ain?t no limit, I told y?all I?mma be alright
I?m reachin? out to all those who might have lost their sight
It?s never too late, ask the Lord for life

You only got one life, it?s time to do it right
Clean yourself up, take back charge of your life
Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior
Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya

To the people, when the World Trade hit the floor
And all the soldiers in the Pentagon, God bless all y?all
To the families and all the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far

The world state y?all, yeah, we took ?em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for y?all we live on
Mr. President, nice job, well done
Now ain?t no terrorists gonna spoil the fun

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Everybody talkin? lil? lil' this and lil? lil? that
I told y?all before this is bigger than rap
It's too much hatin? goin? on, let us young ones be
Only time will tell, I?m just tryin? to be me

I make music for people to bang in the street
First single 'My baby' number one 10 weeks
I did a show with Michael, yeah, I?m comin? for the title
I?m young, but my dad taught me all about survival

I don?t feed into the negative, I sho? improve what I do
Don?t go for the masses to be true like the Bible
I?ve been here long y?all, I?m part of the cycle
That started so until its big it's washing numbers I do

I?m tryin? to be the next Jay-Z, Nelly and Ja Rule
Put it down like my pops, that?s just the way that I move
It's gotta be another way, live to see another day
Every night I go to bed, I kneel down to the Lord and say

We can make it right for us
(Just remember if you make it right today)
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(It?ll even be better tomorrow)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up, raise your hands up)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, yeah, okay)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Okay okay)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Don?t stop, won?t stop, can?t stop)

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Processed Beats - Lyrics - Kasabian - Kasabian

Title: Processed Beats
Album: Kasabian
Artist: Kasabian
Composer(s): Christopher Karloff, Sergio Pizzorno

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Lyric:
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation, a meditation
And I cut waves like some unborn sage
Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I break bones stealing mobile phones
And I'm cuttin' deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using Chinese burns
As you load my head with the grateful dead singing

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Where'S The Love - Lyrics - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Where'S The Love
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Justin Timberlake, William Adams, Jaime Luis Gomez, Michael Fratantuno, Allan Pineda, Printz Board, George Jr Pajon

Lyric:
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin? like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here living
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the K K K

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin?, people dyin?
Children hurt and you hear them cryin?
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin?
Where is the love
(Love)

Where is the love
(The love)
Where is the love
(The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong

Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin', as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone

So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover

The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on
(I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on
(I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love
(Love)

Where is the love
(The love)
Where is the love
(The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
(So ask yourself)
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?
(Love)

Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)

Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)

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