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Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - 60FeetUnderWater - 09-05-2003 <center>Rejection Role Soilwork I'm the result of an ageless redemption a body with a heartless convention a face with a smile that's been shut down for years facing the facts of my generation...cause I'm a sinner, a winner, my blood is getting thinner I might as well get another life cause I've been there I know what's been said and I know what's been done don't you tell me I'm the only one, cause I... Chorus: I will be there looking for something Coming straight out of nothing, just killing time Facing those walls so black, so vile I really am waiting for nothing Coming straight out of something, just killing time Facing those walls so black, so vile Now put your trust in a solid machine Filled with words that have never been seen A plague to insatiable souls left to die Charged with mankind's raw energy I rumble, I stumble My memory starts to crumble I can't refuse what's haunting my dreams Have I stumbled? On my way to a created perfection I penetrate the gates of rejection There's no determination, echoes of a failed gallery There's yet extermination, inside us all screaming </center> Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - 60FeetUnderWater - 09-05-2003 <center>Back To School (mini Maggit) Deftones So run Right Right back to school Check it Look back I sift through all the cliques Roaming' the halls all year, making me sick While everyone's out tryin to make the cut What? And when you think you know me right I switch it up Behind the walls smokin' cigarettes and sippin' vodka hop a fence and catch a cab, aint no one can stop us Give me a break about some other mess What were you? Act like it's everything you got Push back the square Now that you need her but you don't So there you go Cause back in school We are the leaders of it all Stop that, quit! - All that, quit! Who ruined it? You did! Now grab a notebook and a pen Start taking notes, I'm being everyone who's on the top You think we're on the same page - but, oh we're not! I'll be the man, watch your backpacks, pens and pencils Just like he now flippin it, why you just keep it simple? You just can't go wrong rocking' the clothes Coppin' the stance 'Cause really is everything that you got! Push back the square Now that you need her but you don't So there you go! Cause back in school We are the leaders of it all So Transpose Or stop your lies It's what you do Transpose Or stop your lies So run So why don't you run, so why don't you run So why don't you run back to school So why don't you run, so why don't you run All you are - Now I'm on the next page All you are - It's time to close the book up All you are - I'm on the next page All you are - Close the book up now</center> Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Suzie - 09-06-2003 Crosby Stills Nash and Young Almost Cut My Hair Almost cut my hair It happened just the other day It's gettin kinda long I coulda said it wasn't in my way But I didn't and I wonder why I feel like letting my freak flag fly Cause I feel like I owe it to someone Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas And I'm not feeling up to par It increases my paranoia Like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car But I'm not giving in an inch to fear Cause I missed myself this year I feel like I owe it to someone When I finally get myself together I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather And I find a place inside to laugh Separate the wheat from the chaff I feel like I owe it to someone Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - 60FeetUnderWater - 09-08-2003 the pre-9/11 mentality... <center>"Cold Cash And Colder Hearts" Thrice they are sick, they are poor and they die by the thousands and we look away they are wolves at the door they are not going to move us or get in our way cause we don't have the time here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold different god, darker skin they are just not a burden that we'd like to bear they are living in "sin" just throw out any reason for us not to care cause we're feeling all right here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we've learned that money matters most so we keep our cards held close here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold we learned what matters most so we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where they are not our problem not worth saving nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where </c> ------- freedom for ALL PEOPLES comes at such an awful price. never forget to support our troops, regardless of your personal stance of this war. They are our sons & daughters, merely following orders to defend our freedom. Their hearts are not cold. Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - WhiteFolks - 09-08-2003 Biggie Smalls "Ready To Die" (feat. Puff Daddy) Yeah... Yeah... (You ready motherfucker?) (We gon' kill your ass) As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material for the imperial mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G I'm ready to die and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck? Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet The infrared's at your head real steady You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready I'm ready to die! (Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet) (We gonna make you suffer) In a sec I throw the tec to your fuckin neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter after the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split down your backbone to where your motherfuckin cheek drip The shit I kick, rip it through the vest Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die! I'm ready (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker) Niggaz definitely know what time it is The Notorious one in full effect for ninety-three! Suicidal, I'm ready! (Now I lay me down to sleep) Yeah (Pray the Lord my soul to keep) (If I should die before I wake) (I pray the Lord my soul to take) (Cause I'm ready to die) (All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to) (Biggie Smalls the biggest man) (Rockin on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee) (Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam) (I don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral) Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - SO - 09-10-2003 American Jesus i don't need to be a global citizen because i'm blessed by nationality i'm member of a growing populace we enforce our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down but there's a power and a vital presence thats lurking all around we've got the american Jesus see him on the interstate we've got the american Jesus he helped build the president's estate i feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the U.S.A. at least the foreigners can copy our morality they can visit but they cannot stay only precious few can garner the prosperity it makes us walk with renewed confidence we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american Jesus overwhelming millions every day (exercising his authority) he's the farmers barren fields the force the army wields the expession in the faces of the starving children the power of the man he's the fuel that drives the clan he's the motive and conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on t.v. the false sincerity the form letter that's written by the big computers he's the nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms and i'm fearful that he's inside me Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Hawt Baux - 09-16-2003 "Travelin' Soldier"
Two days past eighteen He was waiting for the bus in his army green Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go So they went down and they sat on the pier He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care I got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Over love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of He said when it's getting kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Over love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang A man said folks would you bow your heads For a list of local Vietnam dead Crying all alone under the stands Was a piccolo player in the marching band And one name read and nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Hawt Baux - 09-16-2003 Dancing in the Moonlight
When I passed you in the doorway You took me with a glance Should have took that last bus home But I asked you for a dance Now we were steady to the pictures I always get chocolate stains on my pants Father says "he's going crazy" Says I'm livin' in a trance, Dancing in the moonlight It's caught me in it's spotlight, It's alright, it's alright, the moonlight This long, hot summer night It's three o'clock in the morning, I'm on the streets again Disobeyed another warning, Shoulda been home by ten Now I stay out 'till Sunday, I have to say I stayed with friends It's a habit worth forming, It's a means to justify the end Dancing in the moonlight It's caught me in it's spotlight, It's alright, it's alright, the moonlight This long, hot summer night I'm walking home Last bus is long gone Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Hawt Baux - 09-16-2003 Kyuss
"Demon Cleaner" I've got the demons with in I've got to brush them all away I feel the demon's rage I must clean them all away, yeah, yeah [with echo] excite to scream them away cobwebs in the way that magic cleaner oh, shine his smile on me yeah, yeah [with echo] I am the demon cleaner who saves the day I get the backwall and important they'll always stay yeah, yeah [with echo] if only one thing that you know imposters from the show they'll try to trick you into normal treatment oh don't you listen to them say shush them all away I am the demon cleaner madman so, I am the freedom cleaner standing naked here to say I'm the only way I'm the only way I'm the only way I'm the only way Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Hawt Baux - 09-16-2003 The Descendants
"I'm Not a Punk" i'm not a punk, how can i be? show me the way to conformity try to be different but it's always the same end up playin' someone else's game i'm just a square goin' nowhere i'm just a square goin' nowhere you used to walk by my side now you see me comin' now you hide i see you here i see you there i can see that you don't care i'm just a square goin' nowhere |