Kiss - 2,000 MAN
SURE KNOW SOMETHING

I've been up and down, I've been all around
I was mystified, almost terrified
But late at night I still hear you call my name

I've been on my own, I've been all
Kottonmouth Kings - 1605 Life
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems

The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system
Michael Jackson - 1979
[Jay-Z]
Uh, the Mike Jordan of rap, the Mike Jackson of pop
The Mike Tyson of street, Airs with no socks
The Hugh Hef of the game, yeah it won't stop
Till I meet the Lara Croft of the hood
Final Fantasy Series - 1000 Words (Translation)
All your words
Seem gentle in my dreams
But they're lies...
And I turn away
You cheater...

You began a journey
Sensing roughness ahead
It's strange...
Why do you fight alon
Diamond King - 1642 Imprisonment
Sacrifice, holy rites, secrecy and alter wine
Black candies burning lowto the meetings agains they go
Picard can't wait to take away another soul
Oh it's a shame, Picard was so insane



Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch


"In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
Drink like a vampire
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
A shopping mall
Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years

Religious wars
Barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide
Over what's left of his myth

A growing boy needs his lunch

When pesticides get banned we're safe up north
We just sell them to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green
For the Arizona roadside stands
To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths

And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Why so many insects around us feed off the dead

Death squads
Starvation
Foreign aid?
Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his lunch

Everyone should just love each other
Dip your toe into the fire
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins beyond the bunker
And while you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust—It'll be chopped away
Jimmy through your locked front doors
Rifle through your sacred drawers
Line my pockets
Deface your dreams
Til the cows come home to me

Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream

Turn on
Tune in
Cop out

Drop kick Turn in Tune out

"
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Die Happy - Africa
(Music: F. Ferber; Lyrics: Marta Jandová)

Africa, a woman
nonne really knows her name Africa, and anyway we drain the juice from her vains She is black And her curls are the theads
Djavan - Açaí
(Djavan)
E se eu para de tomar pra sempre sundae
E não amar Lévi-Strauss em seu enleio
Se eu achar "démodé", quem serei ?
E se tiver tudo chato e o céu for feio
E eu decido qu
Die Toten Hosen - Azurro
Should all acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind
Should all acquaintance be forgot,
and the days of auld lang syne.

2x For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne
Donovan - A Well Known Has Been
Sunny day while away the afternoon
Cutting nettles that are hiding petals pink
>From the river drink.
Bluebells, wood dells where dwells a squirrel
Who slinks along branched patterns he
Don Henley - A Month of Sundays
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the
combines that plowed and harvested this
great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block
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