Dawn Of The Dead - Lyrics - Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls - Murderdolls

Title: Dawn Of The Dead
Album: Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls
Artist: Murderdolls
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, Joseph Poole

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Lyric:
When tomorrow comes
We'll be one of them
And our only purpose is to kill off those not dead

We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
Because we are the dead

When there's no more room in Hell
Then the dead will walk the earth
And the livin' won't have a prayer
'Cause it's the dawn of the dead

Can't you see what this world's become?
When the dead feast off the livin', yeah
And we're about to join the fun

We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
Because we are the dead

When there's no more room in Hell
Then the dead will walk the earth
And the livin' won't have a prayer
'Cause it's the dawn of the dead

When there's no more room in Hell
Then the dead will walk the earth
And the livin' won't have a prayer
'Cause it's the dawn of the dead

We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
Because we are the dead

When there's no more room in Hell
Then the dead will walk the earth
And the livin' won't have a prayer
'Cause it's the dawn of the dead

When there's no more room in Hell
Then the dead will walk the earth
And the livin' won't have a prayer
'Cause it's the dawn of the dead

We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you
We are the dead and we're comin' for you

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Stone Cold Sober - Lyrics - Hatful Of Rain: The Best Of Del Amitri - Del Amitri

Title: Stone Cold Sober
Album: Hatful Of Rain: The Best Of Del Amitri
Artist: Del Amitri
Composer(s): Justin Currie

Lyric:
Everybody in the funhouse
Says they want out
But we're taking our time
'Cos we're in love with time

Whole generations, thinkin' of themselves
As infidels and pop stars
While the bomb loses patience
We line up and just lean against the bar

Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love

Caught in the headlights
Wide-eyed and ready to receive
We are the dead life
Locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief

And these dark days
Make the nights seem brighter than they are
So, while Fleet street rolls and the moon glows
In the funhouse, the fun starts

Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love, love, love

We are the dead life, we are the dead life
So come on, come on

Born in the half-light of threats and bribes
In a hopeless porn parade
We get the dog's life, tidbits train us
What to wear, what not to say

When you're footloose and you just feel limbless
Life gets in the way
So, we get loaded or totally legless
But stay the same

Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love, love

We're stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
Looking, looking

So come on, come on
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life

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Milkmen Stomp - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Milkmen Stomp
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Joesph Genaro, Dean Sabatino, Rodney Underman, David Schulthise

Lyric:
This next song is dedicated to the members of Why Guy
And it's called Milkmen Stomp

We are the Milkmen
We are the Milkmen
We are the Milkmen
Stomp, stomp, stomp

We are the Milkmen
The fucking Milkmen
We are the Milkmen
Stomp, stomp, stomp

We are not F.O.D.
We are not Little Gentlemen
We are not Seed of Terror
We are not McRad

We are the Milkmen
We are the Milkmen
Dead Milkmen
Stomp, stomp, stomp

We are the Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
We are the Milkmen
Stomp, stomp, stomp

We are not Blunder Boys
We are not Circle of Shit
We are not F.O.D.
We are not an art fag band

We are not a local band
We are from outer space
We don't even give a damn
We will probably smash your face

Stomp The Dead Milkmen
We are The Dead Milkmen
We are The Dead Milkmen
We are The Dead Milkmen

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In League - Lyrics - Sex Reflex - Bile

Title: In League
Album: Sex Reflex
Artist: Bile
Composer(s): Christopher P Liggio

Lyric:
Owh girl, owh girl
Owh girl, owh girl

Pretty boy with a gun, bang-bang, fun-fun
Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it's your wife
Heroin, load my gun, shoot-shoot, fun-fun
Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me

We are the dead, we are in league
We are the doctors of low self esteem
We do it wrong, we don't believe
We are the Congress of the new disease

Pretty thing with no head, that's okay, better off dead
Warm blood everywhere, shave off all my hair
Pretty girl, what's she worth? Stick it where it really hurts
Government experiment, welcome to my accident

We are the dead, we are in league
We are the doctors of low self esteem
We do it wrong, we don't believe
We are the congress of the new disease

We are the dead, we are in league
We are the doctors of low self esteem
We do it wrong, and we have no fear
We are the anti of all you hold dear

Social disease, down on your knees
Covered in fleas, give me a freeze
I am the clown, I am disgrace, it's always thrown up in my face
Through ignorance, I always fight, better face it, I'm always right

We are the dead, we are in league
We are the doctors of low self esteem
We do it wrong, we don't believe
We are the congress of the new disease
...

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The Dead Of Night - Lyrics - Exciter - Depeche Mode

Title: The Dead Of Night
Album: Exciter
Artist: Depeche Mode
Composer(s): Martin Gore

Lyric:
We're the horniest boys
With the corniest ploys
Who take the easiest girls
To our sleaziest worlds

With our lecherous plans
In our treacherous hands
You'd be wasting your time
Saying no, it's a crime

All that we live for
You'll regret
All you remember
We'll forget

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twilight's parasites
With self-inflicted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenly oversights
Eating from silver spoons

With our decadent minds
And our innocent lines
You'll be playing our games
With your bodies in flames

When delirious fun
Has seriously begun
You'll be down on your knees
You'll be begging us please

All we're demanding
You'll supply
All we're accused of
We'll deny

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twilight's parasites
With self-inflicted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenly oversights
Eating from silver spoons

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twilight's parasites
With self-inflicted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenly oversights
Eating from silver spoons
We are the dead of night

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Fresh - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: Fresh
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown

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Lyric:
G'd up, we're back, that's what I keep hearin'
We ain't never went nowhere, fool
Better ask your folks about the D-O double G's

How long could the war last on a warpath?
I'm still heat, nigga, still signin' autographs
Still hittin' the stash an' pullin' pistols out the dash
The poetical poltergeist, verbal Jerry Weiss

Fuck the ice, give me a mic an' let's see who's the nicest
I fuck around an' calls it crisis
With preciseness an' precisely this
See we make the shit that precisely hits

So how soon could you pump up the volume?
Hand tune your amps an' pump up my album
Get yours, I call the fuckin' holocaust
I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatchin' anything yours

Cock back your name, blastin' anything
Yo, The Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang
It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital
G.R., Gang Related an'

We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh

I spit poison, poisonous darts
I aim, bomb the charts
One rhyme I'll hold your pose an' stop your heart
Stop to talk, start to walk an' never walk again

Legs broken, chest platebone, blow in, broken
Crushed, touched, bust open
Get hit like the four winds
Up against four assassins, the Four Horsemen of rappin'

I gotta pinch myself to make sure I ain't dreamin'
'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in
I fade in to see how baby sparks
No ifs, ands or maybe's, baby barks

Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts
I pitch back sparks when the get back starts
This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit
D.P.G completely, runnin' through shit

Fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh

Break it down
Party people, clap your hands, keep rockin'
Sho' shockin' an' rockin', DJ C-walkin'
Party people, clap your hands now
Party people, clap your hands

Party people, clap your hands, keep rockin'
Sho' shockin' an' rockin', DJ C-walkin'
Party people, clap your hands now
Party people, clap your hands
It's just a gangsta party

Supa dupa sensual seductive, psycho psychotic
Psychosomatic, psycho's with automatics
The aftermath with the poetical psychopath
An' I might go slow an' I might go fast

An' I might go burst
Then I might go last, thinkin' I might not bust
An' I just might just blast
Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass
If you cross a path

You know I'm the rawest MC with it
Fuck Jiggy, nigga, I'm D.P. with it
I've been the bomb strike, like the motherfuckin' Pentagon
Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone

Mack 10-a-thon, separate an' lick a mind
Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head
Keep busting till he's dead
DAZ with the bombest in the country, choppin' lead on the street

What you got, flame or some heat?
Do you incinerate or make it hot, he got stock o' beat
Powerful, strong or weak?
All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete

Fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, Dogg Pound fresh, DAZ fresh, Snoop Dogg fresh
Kurupt fresh, Nate Dogg fresh, we are fresh, we are

We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, we are fresh, we are fresh
We are fresh, Snoop Dogg fresh, Dogg Pound fresh, DAZ fresh
Kurupt fresh, Nate Dogg fresh, Soopafly fresh, Tray D fresh, Big C Style

Fresh, the homies, fresh, anybody, fresh, we are fresh, O.G.s
Fresh, baby Gs, fresh, DAZ, fresh, he made the beat, fresh
'Cuz we are fresh, Dogg Pound, fresh, D.P., fresh, Death Row
Fresh, yeah, fresh, you know it, fresh, yeah, fresh, you know it, fresh
'Cuz we are fresh, icons, fresh, nigga, fresh

We are icons

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Angry Mob - Lyrics - Yours Truly Angry Mob - Kaiser Chiefs

Title: Angry Mob
Album: Yours Truly Angry Mob
Artist: Kaiser Chiefs
Composer(s): Nicholas Matthew Baines, Charles Richard Wilson, Nicholas James D Hodgson, Andrew Robert White, James Simon Rix

Lyric:
I can prove anything
I'll make you admit again and again
That I can prove anything
The way that it's read again and again

And it's only 'cos you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own you'd be dead
It's only 'cos you follow what the others do
It's no excuse to say you're easily lead

You could choose anything
You choose to lose again and again
And you could do anything
But why should you do anything again

And it's only 'cos you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own you'd be dead
You're winding yourself up until you're turning blue
Repeating everything that you read

So here we go with the letter
Well, can you fix it for me
Because we need entertainment
To keep us all off the streets
So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed

You could try anything
And no one would know apart from you and me
And you could stop anything
It starts with just one and turns to two then three

It's only 'cos you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own you'd be dead
You raise a glass or two, you raise a fist or two
And get a shopping basket wrapped round your head

So here we go with the letter
Can you fix it for me
The twenty-four hour drinking
To keep us all off the streets
So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob
We read the papers everyday
We like who we like, we hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed

We are the angry mob

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The Nobodies - Lyrics - Holy Wood (In The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death) - Marilyn Manson

Title: The Nobodies
Album: Holy Wood (In The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death)
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Brian Warner, John Lowery

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Lyric:
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt

Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
...

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We Are The Dead - Lyrics - Diamond Dogs - David Bowie

Title: We Are The Dead
Album: Diamond Dogs
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Robert Jones

Lyric:
Something kind of hit me today I looked at you
Wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today

We're taking it hard all the time, why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the lie
Taking it hard, taking it hard, but now

We feel that we are paid for, choking on you nightly
They tell me, "Son, we want you" be elusive, but don't walk far
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For your dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy

You're just an ally of the lecher pro creator for the virgin king
But I love you in your funky pumps and your nimble dress betrayals
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said we are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right

Now I'm hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sums of our love,
That some one will care, some one will care, but no I ho

We're todays scrambled creatures locked in tomorrows double feature
Heavens on the pillow, it's silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of brass men, bent on getting hung and buried

And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round baby bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers, count them, fifteen 'round the table
White and dressed to kill

Oh, caress yourself, my juicy, for my hands have all but whithered
Oh, dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead we are dead we are the dead

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Five Against The World - Lyrics - Story Of The Year

Title: Five Against The World
Artist: Story Of The Year
Composer(s): Joshua Wills, Daniel Marsala, Ryan Phillips, Phillip Sneed, Adam Russell

Lyric:
I never thought I'd see the day
That we honestly could say
We stand five against the world
And the doors are open

Through all those years
I would've died to be right here
I never thought of backing down
With one chance to make a sound
So we'll take our chance right now

These are the days we will remember
(These are the days we will remember)
And these are the days we won't forget
(These are the days we won't forget)

These are the times we've shared
These are the promises we've made
These are the days

Revolution dead and gone
Still integrity holds strong
We stand five against the odds
And rise through it all

Relentless form and dedication carried on
We stand tall and won't back down
With one chance to make a sound
So we'll take our chance right now

These are the days we will remember
(These are the days we will remember)
And these are the days we won't forget
(These are the days we won't forget)

These are the times we've shared
These are the promises we've made
These are the days that we won't forget

Yeah, we carry on convictions
Learning as we go
Living out the only life we know

These are the days we will remember
(These are the days we will remember)
And these are the days we won't forget
(These are the days we won't forget)

These are the times we've shared
These are the promises we've made
These are the days we won't forget

We won't forget, we won't forget

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The Immortal Ones - Lyrics - Primal Fear

Title: The Immortal Ones
Artist: Primal Fear
Composer(s): Ralf Scheepers, Mat Sinner, Stefan Leibing, Thomas Naumann-Philipp

Lyric:
Final destination
Silent is the howling of the night
Shadows in the twilight
The doom will change until the sun will rise

Inner feelings just a spark explodes
Under cover, black's our life

We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again
We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again

Once dead we went to heaven
Or was it only one deception now
Fooled by the false prophets
Back from hell they locked us into the tower

The creators of the universe
Under cover, black's our life

We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again
We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again

We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again
We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again

We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again
We are, we are, we are the immortal ones
We went to hell and back again

Hell and back again

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Gods Of Nations - Lyrics - Atrocity

Title: Gods Of Nations
Artist: Atrocity
Composer(s): Christian Lukhaup, Thorsten Bauer, Alexander Krull, Mathias Roederer, Martin Schmidt

Lyric:
I'm the God of gods, ruler in the sky
I control gods and man, the Ancient of Days
They call me God of Ocean, I dominate the seas
Earthquakes show my anger without boundaries

Catastrophes
Unseen force
Ancient gods
Almighty powers

Born into
Primal chaos
Fallen from
The black skies

We are the Gods of Nations
The world belongs to us
From the hills into the oceans
We are Gods of Dawn and Dusk

I am the God of Dead, I rule the underworld
I bring eternal wisdom, I show mankind its fate
When I look into the sky, there's no light I see
Only death and misery, twilight of the gods

Endlessly
Eternally
Reign on earth
Our destiny

We were born
Into chaos
Fallen from
The black skies

We are the Gods of Nations
The world belongs to us
From the hills into the oceans
We are Gods of Dawn and Dusk

We are the Gods Of Nations
We are the
(We are the Gods)
We are the Gods of Nations
We are Gods of Dawn and Dusk

We are the Gods of Nations
The world belongs to us
From the hills into the oceans
We are Gods of Dawn and Dusk

We are the Gods of Nations
The world belongs to us
From the hills into the oceans
We are Gods of Dawn and Dusk

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Dead On The Bible - Lyrics - Amen

Title: Dead On The Bible
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Chimielinski

Lyric:
Don't wanna be into this war
Like when your sister fucked your best friend
No one sits you here no more
Even the table has holes now

Buy or rent, rent to fill
Fill the dead into the Hollywood Hill
'Cuz it's a ghetto, get out, get out, get out

Don't wanna be here anymore
Like when your sister sucked my own cock
Can't stand to sit here any more
We just wait on the forward line

The fear is here
The fear, the fear

Don't wanna be here anymore
We sit mouths open on the forward line
No crucification here no more
The stakes we made win the prize here

I'm out to forget that you ever
Dead on the Bible, dead on the Bible
Dead on the Bible, dead on the Bible
Get out, you'll get addicted
You'll get addicted, you'll get addicted

We're the rifles of addiction
Here in the rivals of addiction
Within the wars of addiction, buy

We are the rifles, create your boredom
We take the pictures of the boredom line
We are the rifles of your addictions
We are the bombs on the borderline

So dead on the Bible, dead on the Bible
Dead on the Bible, dead on the Bible
You'll, you'll get addicted
You'll get addicted, you'll get addicted

Prayers are porno, my prayers are porno
My prayers in a dead star nation, shut it

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Knee Deep In The Dead - Lyrics - My So Called Knife - Lollipop Lust Kill

Title: Knee Deep In The Dead
Album: My So Called Knife
Artist: Lollipop Lust Kill
Composer(s): Daniel Nichols, Gary Redick, Thomas Redrup, Chris Tesch, Keith Sunday, Greg Dillabaugh

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Lyric:
Come on everybody let's go to the show
Murder is fun because my daddy told me so
Grab a gun, grab a knife, even hands will do
Punch 'em like a motherfucker, even rape a few

We are the villains
Sucker fish fuckers down in the sink
We are the aliens
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are the losers
Flushing our faces into the world

This is a sin fix
This is a sin fix

Well, now that we have seized you and pleased you
Come alive and murder your senses
Find yourself knee deep in the dead
Come alive and murder your senses

This is a sin fix
This is a sin fix

Fuck the righteous wave and ride the evil undertow
If blood is what you want, embrace the demon glow
Grab a gun, grab a knife, even hands will do
Punch 'em like a motherfucker, even rape a few

We are the villains
Sucker fish fuckers down in the sink
We are the aliens
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are the losers
Flushing our faces into the world

This is a sin fix
This is a sin fix

Well, now that we have seized you and pleased you
Come alive and murder your senses
Find yourself knee deep in the dead
Come alive and murder your senses

This is a sin fix
This is a sin fix

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Ungrateful Dead - Lyrics - Amen

Title: Ungrateful Dead
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Chimielinski

Lyric:
We live with blindfolds on
To protect our jaded eyes
We live with blindfolds on
To assert our demented lies

Too long in this invention
To judge your fucking life
Too long in this infection

This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
This city never lies
This city is paralyzed
This city's shit, yeah

We live with blindfolds on
We live with blindfolds on
We're cut from this infection
Cut to a perfect defection

Ungrateful, unwilling
Untouched by human eyes
Unwanted, unfitted
Uncut formally blind

We are the city of the dead
We live in the city of the dead
We are born in the beds
Of all the dogs that you fed

Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get

Don't believe a word
Because I trade on you
This is the wounds of the dead

This is the city of the dead
This is the city of the
Go put your blindfolds on
Go put your blindfolds on
Go put your blindfolds on

Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get

Don't believe a word
Because I'll take you to
All the wounds of the dead

Don't believe a word
Well I don't believe a word
Don't believe a fucking word
Because I take you to
All the wounds of the dead city

Dead city, dead city
Dead city, dead city
Dead city, dead city

Ungrateful dead
Ungrateful dead
Turn this skin out
Ungrateful dead

We lay torn in their beds
We lay torn from the dead
Ungrateful dead, ungrateful dead
Turn your skin out

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Lausd - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Lausd
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, Willie Dixon, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars

'Cuz stars fall and disintegrate before they hit the
Asphalt, they incinerate 'cuz we came
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills

And fresh windmills and graf that kills
What is a DJ without the scratch to build?
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
Niggas love to freestyle but hate to fellowship

Yeah, taste the city's agenda, most of you outta town niggas
Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters
Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone
Now tell me what's the solution, how to get back home?

Yo, don't get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks
The Land of the Dead, before you come examine your set
Where drama collects and women use special effects
Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts

Uh, the California Sunkist with a twist of limelight
Some set trip on the Sunset Strip
Believe the Hide Boulevard nice, the glamorous life
Many searchin' for the fame but can't afford the price

She would turn you out if you wasn't prepared, Hollywood
She would tell you the things that you wanted to hear, Hollywood
She would blur your vision when it once was clear
This chick is full of tricks so approach with fear, 'cuz

We are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars

You say you love L.A., you say the weather is great
Plenty sun in your face, you like the cars with bass
You like the way we paper chase and the women that shake
In the land of earthquakes and high crime rates

A lot of people are fake, this is Hollywood
We shape the minds of kids in every hood
We make your past situation look good
The nights filled with Shugs and I wish you would

You can dance with Alvin Haley and Les Miserables
In this century city, you can walk on the stars
Sex, money, and murder, yeah it's all 4 to 5
'Cuz fame and passerby with the name immortalized

On the avenue of stars, many names are called
On the boulevard, known for leavin' permanent scars
Many dreams get robbed, real movie macabre
Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, 'cuz

{"Good evening, good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to Hollywood, California"}

The city of angel's wings represents people's hopes and dreams
And the evil that men do that live life close to kings
And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream
Material things provoke more folks to scheme

Whether you paid your cost, Cali green made your call
The smog covers the city like a table cloth
Is it fame at fault? Entertainers labeled soft
The place where people come to lose their train of thought

Despite the claims of what L.A. is and what it ain't
The picture the city paints that over exaggerates
Within the circus, if you're fillin' this service purpose
Some feel it ain't worth it, the city that's got you nervous

And make you injure and get up out of here nigga
'Cuz L.A. never considered for those that need baby sitters
This is the hot bed for singles and newlyweds
Some lookin' for better gigs or fiendin' to make it big

It's the only place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out
By any place regardless of the cost
'Cuz brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get lost 'cuz

We are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars

'Cuz stars fall, and disintegrate before they hit the
Asphalt, they incinerate 'cuz we came
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills

And, and
What is a DJ without the
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it

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Dead Body Man - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Dead Body Man
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn

Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin'
Tastes like chicken finger lickin' deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied

I just ate my first dead body last week
Still got a finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yellin' and cursin' my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane

Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
I'm slidin' and I'm bouncin' off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like, "What the fuck?"

He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a Martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just a dead body man

We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringin' my bell
Some people run, 'cause they don't like the smell

Others line up just as quick as they can
To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't look in the trunk

I drive down Central kickin' the bass
Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
'Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather die instead

Of a hoe you can't trust, always diggin' a nut
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
Ridin' in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothin' to do

If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man

We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are plannin' on dyin' soon
We'll be happy to come to your house and pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinner
Woo hoo!

Call me the dead body man
(Someone give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Just sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Won't ya give 'em to me?)
Call me the dead body man
(You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(You can give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Won't ya mail 'em to me?)
Call me the dead body man
(You can bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
Call me the dead body man

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Dead Body Man (Original) - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Dead Body Man (Original)
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn

Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin'
Tastes like chicken finger lickin' deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied

I just ate my first dead body last week
Still got a finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yellin' and cursin' my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane

Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
I'm slidin' and I'm bouncin' off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like, "What the fuck?"

He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a Martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just a dead body man

We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringin' my bell
Some people run, 'cause they don't like the smell

Others line up just as quick as they can
To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't look in the trunk

I drive down Central kickin' the bass
Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
'Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather die instead

Of a hoe you can't trust, always diggin' a nut
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
Ridin' in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothin' to do

If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man

We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are plannin' on dyin' soon
We'll be happy to come to your house and pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinner
Woo hoo!

Call me the dead body man
(Someone give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Just sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Won't ya give 'em to me?)
Call me the dead body man
(You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(You can give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Won't ya mail 'em to me?)
Call me the dead body man
(You can bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
Call me the dead body man

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Terminal Show - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Terminal Show
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

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Lyric:
The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne
Gazing at us in despair
Six hundred guests, humanity's best
Are wondering why they are there

All roads lead here, all roads are burned
Have we digested the things we have learned
Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance
Have we the time for the final romance

We better find out, the name of the game
Chance of a future, frozen and grim
Or of a quick death brought here on a whim
Why are we here, does anyone know?
Why are we here, at the terminal show?

The blind king has secrets, dark and morose
He'd like it if we were like him
All the dark days spent in the maze
Have made a new man of him

All roads lead here, all roads are closed
Are we quite certain of all that we know
Are we miscast or do we hold fast
Have we the time for the final repast

We better find out, the name of the game
Chance of a new world, sunny and fine
Or of a burning a branded design
Why are we here, we don't even know?
Why are we here at the terminal show?

The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream
She wakes and she sleeps all alone
All of her fears are crowded in here
Laughing, they pick at her bones

All roads lead here, none lead away
Are we quire certain we're here anyway
Have we been wise or are we despised?
Have we the time for our final demise?

We better find out, the name of the game
Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay
Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay
Why are the vultures circling above?
Why can't we fight for the right to our blood?

We are demented, everyone knows
Misrepresented, coming to blows
Why are we here, we don't even know?
Why are we here at the terminal show?

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Kneight Riduz Wuz Here - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Kneight Riduz Wuz Here
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Kimberly Laurice Ward, Richard Drake, Actavius Mills, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
As the new world order takes us into the year 2000
The shadows of death over the sky causin' total destruction
As we transform day into night, darkness falls down upon us
We rise from the fog uncomparable to any other form of life
Together we ride by night, unidentified, unseen, unknown
Yes we are the pirates

Our mission is to destroy enemies by any means necessary
And those who interfere with prosecution for execution
Shall indeed be terminated any race be gone
For we are the Kneight Riduz
Killers of the night and first of our kind

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

You're takin' chances runnin' around upon me
I got somethin' waitin' in a cage for you
Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin' through
Killin' 'em all till everyone fall

You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues
I thought people should continues bouncin'
A war right now is not what you're really wantin'
Pirates got the world on lock down, we rule from the darkness

We come from beneath the ground, so who wants to party?
We got runnin' up with slugs for everybody
Renovate the town in blood with a slaughter
What's the matter you're not soundin' so tough?

Am I callin' your bluff? When them high tides
Come crashin' ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We are the pirates, the pirates
Yes we are the pirates, pirates

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

Wanna come fuck with me?
Me bloody matey got me back so check your tick-tock
How many minutes ya got before you drop? been shot
The smell of gun powder fills the air

Bleeding terribly lying there you beg for mercy we don't care
Bloody bodies stacked up in a pile and set the fire
It's the pirates behind all this violence it's not the devil
It's rebellin' with my shovel, with my victims lifeless

Tossed over my shoulder as I showed him to his hell-hole
Dead foes to the bottom
Us pirates be heartless my conscious was fuckin' with me I shot him
And got 'em all believe me

We gonna [Incomprehensible] crazy and I'm silent until my other mode
We front the under land understand, understand?
We live to die so we fear no man not at all
Every time we call stay outta the way and outta the dark

And just hope to God, that he'll just come and kill us all
We all gonna dies, it's the ways of life wildest new generation pirates
Us new generation pirates, pirates, us new generation pirates, pirates

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

Up in my temple proceedin' I'm waitin' to taste your
Blood run through my veins and see you gasping out my name
You'll be sayin', "Psycho bitch, psycho, psycho, psycho"
See the fear that's in your face is how I kill you

I have to fill my thirst so now I gots to kill you
We are all forgotten souls nightmare of every boy and girl
Kneight Riduh pirates the leaders of the underworld
I'm so happy, happy knowin' my torture brought you pain

Play in my little game you hide I'll blow out your brain
Isn't that fun? Whoever wants some you can hide but you can't run
I cut off your legs now beg, yes beg, 1-2 Riduz comin' for you
3-4 you shoulda locked your door, let me in

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'

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