"They say their values change, when hunger or ambition strikes.
Survival is essential, at any cost or any price."
"I am the virus, are you the cure?"
"I hope that there's a better man inside of me
But I'm starting to doubt that there is."
Supertheory of Supereverything - Gogol Bordello
First time I had read the Bible
It had stroke me as unwitty
I think it may started rumor
That the Lord ain't got no humor
Put me inside SSC
Let's test superstring theory
Oh yoi yoi accelerate the protons
stir it twice and then just add me, 'cause
I don't read the Bible
I don't trust disciple
Even if they're made of marble
Or Canal Street bling
From the maelstrom of the knowledge
Into the labyrinth of doubt
Frozed underground ocean
melting - nuking on my mind
Yes give me Everything Theory
Without Nazi uniformity
My brothers are protons
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice, it's instant family!
I don't read the Bible
I don't trust disciple
Even if they're made of marble
Or Canal Street bling
My brothers are protons
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice dlja prekrastnih dam...
Do you have sex maniacs
Or schizophrenics
Or astrophysicists in your family
Was my grandma anti anti
Was my grandpa bounty bounty
Hek-o-hek-o-hej-o
They ask me in embassy!
'Cause I don't read the Bible
I don't trust disciple
Even if they're made of marble
Or Canal Street bling
And my grandma she was anti!
And my grandpa he was bounty!
And stir it twice
And then just add me!
Partypartypartypartypartyparty
now afterparty...
Oh my God, Gogol Bordello.
Oh, the memories of "Start Wearing Purple..."
"So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with,
'cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish,
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
&& you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
&& again when your head goes through the windshield.
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call and end this conversation.
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with,
'Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say, "best friends means friends forever."
This is a song for the ladies
But fellas listen closely
You don't always have to fuck her hard
In fact sometimes that's not right to do
Sometimes you've got to make some love
And fuckin give her some smoochies too
Sometimes ya got to squeeze
Sometimes you've got to say please
Sometime you've got to say hey
I'm gonna Fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
And then you say hey I bought you flowers
And then you say wait a minute sally
I think I got somethin in my teeth
Could you get it out for me
That's fuckin teamwork
Whats your favorite posish?
That's cool with me
Its not my favorite
But I'll do it for you
Whats your favorite dish?
Im not gonna cook it
But ill order it from Zanzibar
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard
Hard
I sat within the valley green
I sat with my true love
My sad heart had to choose between
Old Ireland and my love
I looked at her and then I thought
How Ireland was torn
While soft the wind blew down the glen
And shook the golden corn
T'was hard the woeful words to bring
To break the ties that bound
But harder still to bear the shame
Of English chains around
And so I said, the mountain glen
I'll seek in early morn
And join the brave united men
While soft winds shook the corn
While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms round her clung
A British shot burst in our ears
From out of the wild woods round
One bullet pierced my true love's side
A rose pierced by a thorn
And in my arms in blood she died
While soft winds shook the corn
So blood for blood without remorse
I've taken in the glen
I placed my true love's clayful corpse
I joined true Irish men
But around her grave I wander drear
Sometimes in early morn
And with breaking heart sometimes I hear
The wind that shakes the corn
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood
Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race
Surgery, with no anesthesia
Feel the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death
Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free
[LEADS: HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN]
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death
Pour Some Sugar on Me: Def Leppard: Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah
Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah
[guitar solo]
You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet
Do you take sugar? one lump or two?
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
Get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me
Ooh
Pour some sugar on me
Yeah! Sugar me!
One of the catchiest, most fun-filled songs I know...
"The Future Freaks Me Out" by Motion City Soundtrack.
I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
Go!
Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock
How she hates to be alone
I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine she says hey
I rock the Haro sport
I rock the cow girl blues
I rock too fast for love I’m footloose in my Velcro shoes
What’s up with Will and Grace?
I don’t get drum and bass
The future freaks me out
I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh-oh-oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste our time together
Yeah, ‘cause we can get down
Betty can’t quit carving question marks in my wrist
How come we’re so alone
We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples
From an era we hate to admit we embrace
We fail to represent
We fail to be content
We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt
And so the story goes
As only Betty knows
It’s time to take control
(Get Down)
I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh-oh-oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste my time with her
Betty, I need you
I miss you
I’m so alone without you
To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone
Betty it’s so hard to relate
To the whole human race
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know where to begin
If we can both find a way
To do the things that we say
We might not sit in our rooms
And drink our daydreams away
Betty, I’m a dreamer
I’m not a vicious schemer
Oh Betty won’t you.. ah fuck it
I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh-oh-oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste our time together
Yeah, ‘cause we can get down.
(This song's just) Six Words Long- "Weird Al" Yankovic
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
Couldn't think of any lyrics
No, I never wrote the lyrics
So I'll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child
You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm...
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
I know that you're probably sore
'Cause I didn't write any more
I just didn't get to complete it
So that's why I gotta repeat it
This song's just six words long (six words long)
This song's just six words long (six words long)
Oh I make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They're payin' me plenty of money
To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will I fill so much time? Mm...
I'll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's just six words long
This song's got nothing to say
But I'm recording it anyway
I know if I put my mind to it
I know I could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child
And so I'll sing 'em over
And over and over and over,
And over and over and over,mm...
And over and over and over,
And over and over and over again
Black frames to stare out
Mod lang slang to wear out
Scoff at squares in sweaters
Ho, Ho, Ho, we're so much better
Used is the new black
Downloads are the new crack
Mocking carols that we hate
Damn, it's easy being great
So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's get high on art supplies and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great
I brought you a bottle of wine full
Of flowers and this vinyl
I know we both made it clear
No stupid presents this year
But snopes.com said if you play
Strawberry fields the wrong way
You can hear Lennon's ghost say
"Slacol eht dellik lhad nov e."
i buried paul
So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's go buy some take out and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great
So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's just try to sleep late and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great
So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's get by on Nyquil and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great
I love listening to Cristmas songs when it's not Christmas.
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Smashing Pumpkins
"Bullet With Butterfly Wings"
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?
Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah.
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son for you
Blaugh. See. Most likely it's something by the Misfits.. >.>
hfdu scatch that
Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists - Against Me!
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweating through sheets
Drinking coffee in the morning
Floating on Airplanes across the vast seas
And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety
And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
because doing can start to form a habit
And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane
And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refrigerator's empty
well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time to go the store
You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten
I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singing to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat
But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep them conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Alright
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
Yo. cut it.
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I rodedrep nu yoS
[You can hear hear it if you reverse it.]
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch hier, Baby!)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’? )
Not my favorite, but my favorite to paste on MSN, lol
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Let me make your broken heart like new
Oh, my lonely girl, lonely girl
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
Ever since he broke your heart, you seem so lost
Each time you pass my way
How I long to take your hand and say dont cry
Ill kiss your tears away
Hey...lonely girl, my only girl
Let me make your broken heart like new
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
(you think that only his two lips can kiss your lips)
(and make your heart stand still)
But once youre in my arms youll see
No one can kiss your lips the way I will
The way I will
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Let me make your broken heart like new
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
Ooh...
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Let me make, let me make your heart like new, oh, yeah
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
My favorite Iron Maiden Songs ^.^ The Trooper
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Mother Russia
Mother Russia how are you sleeping
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia poetry majestic
Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by
Mother Russia
Dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads
Be proud of what you are
Now it has come
Freedom at last
Turning the tides of history
And your past
Mother Russia
Dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads
Remember who you are
Can you release
The anger the grief
Can you be happy
Now your people are free
MäRTA RAWEST FOREST LYRICS
Goomba: Hey, have you heard about that Mario guy?
Koopa: Him? You mean?
Goomba: Yeah, the one with the mushrooms
Koopa: Yeah!
Goomba: You know, the one jumping around in the forest
Koopa: Yeah, yeah, I know him, I know him
Goomba: Yes? Okay, hey check it out!
Super Mario RPG
It is the only one just for me
When I play the game, I got lost in a phase
Then I find out I'm stuck in Geno's Maze
Bowser: We need to mute that stupid voice!
Mario: I need to get those dang frog coins!
There are many secrets in this game!
Many of which drive some peeps insane!
Why we try to cheat in a really good game?
Just sounds like crap and it makes you look lame!
Exiting the forest is super simple:
All you do is follow these path turns
For the rest of your gaming life
Speaker: Gimme Star Eye, gimme Cookies, gimme See ya,
gimme Great Guy's Casino gimme everything I need
Mario: Wait, wait, wait, who are you?
Exor: Hahahahaha.
Exor's Verse:
My name is Exor, I'm the rappers angel
Traveling Blade with the Axem Rangers
Why should lamers like Mario with his Party of
A bunch of retarded Joes
Fix a Star Road, I don't think so
(Geno: Geno Whirl!) I don't blink slow (Geno: Let's do this!)
Cause every time I drive and rhyme a rhyme I damage my right eye more than nine times ninety nine
Mario's Verse:
Lately's been a boredom and lack of interest
Little cats call us fags and incestuous
Italian guy, my master plan and blaster plants
rescue the castle princesses
Koopas and Gombas, them I just laugh at
I'ma hit "A" to raise the level of attacks
Don't fight the poverty, but hey! Kids that are lonely can
drop it and play my game to get their bodies to act glad
Dialogue 1:
Speaker: Gimme
Croco: My name is Croco
Speaker: Gimme, gimme
Croco: Wallet
Speaker: Gimme
Croco: Wallet
Speaker: Gimme, gimme
Croco: In the end of the game
Speaker: Gimme
Croco: Items
Speaker: Gimme, gimme
Croco: Something rare
Dialogue 2:
Great Guy: Oh, hello!
Mario: Oh, it's a little creepy up here
Great Guy: Yeah, it is
Mario: I'm a little low on hit points
Great Guy: Okay?
Mario: You have any refreshments?
Great Guy: Yea, you can take this mushroom
Mario: But it’s rotten!!
Princess Toadstools Verse:
I am just a princess, please help me!
Booster is scary.
I've heard rumors he's taking me to Marrymore
but I don't wanna marry more I wanna marry Mario
Princess Toadstool: Gimme my frying pan and parasol
There are many secrets in this game!
Many of which drive some peeps insane!
Why we try to cheat in a really good game?
Just sounds like crap and it makes you look lame!
Exiting the forest is super simple:
All you do is follow these path turns
For the rest of your gaming life
__________________
Prof. Ztar Pokemon Trainer Sprite done by [X5-458] of the Pokecharms forums.
Hoy tengo miedo de salir otra vez
Tengo miedo de encontrarte como aquella vez
Los nervios me traicionan me derrota el stress
Sé que puedo arrepentirme después
Hoy tengo miedo de salirte a buscar
Tengo miedo de poderte encontrar
Tengo miedo de tus ojos, tengo miedo de hablar
Tengo miedo de quererte besar
Me digo no seas tonto
No seas tan excéptico
No trates de escapar
Hoy tengo miedo de volver a bailar
Tengo miedo que te puedas burlar
Me dan miedo las personas no quiero manejar
Tengo miedo que me pueda gustar
Hoy tengo miedo de salir otra vez
Tengo miedo de volver a caer
Me dan miedo las mentiras ya no tengo más fé
Tengo miedo de volver a creer
Y digo no seas tonto
No seas tan excéptico
No trates de escapar
No todos son tan malos, no todo está mal
No todos son villanos queriéndote matar
No todo está perdido ni se va a acabar
La vida es un pic-nic
No todo son tan malos, no todo está mal
No todos son villanos queriéndote matar
No todo está perdido ni se va a acabar
La vida es un pic-nic
Y digo no seas tonto
No seas tan excéptico
No trates de escapar
No todos son tan malos, no todo está mal
No todos son villanos queriéndote matar
No todo está perdido ni se va a acabar
La vida es un pic-nic
No todo son tan malos, no todo está mal
No todos son villanos queriéndote matar
No todo está perdido ni se va a acabar
La vida es un pic-nic
Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicist
Maybe tomorrows statues are insecure without their foes
Go ask the frog what the scorpion knows
While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain
I thought you all know, you gotta dig a hole
Thought everybody knows, we're digging holes
In solemn marble roads
And maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addiction
Maybe we'll all go green in desert shades of camouflage
Go ask the bloodhounds did they find the mirage
While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain
I thought we all know, you gotta dig a hole
Thought everybody knows, we're digging holes
By the grassy knoll
Maybe the wolf is not the Devil he just plays him on T.V.
Maybe a Cuban Bay stay leaves you less than overjoyed
Ask the fox about progress he'll list what's been destroyed
While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain
I thought you all know, you gotta dig a hole
Thought everybody knows, that we're digging holes
Just saying that's how it goes
You think everybody knows, we're stockpiling souls
Saying so it goes
HAVE FUN PAWSTING! AUUUUGGHH!!! 
Favorite lyrics. :] 
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