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"Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-All)" by Type O Negative
She's in love with herself
She likes the dark On her milk white neck The Devil's mark It's all Hallows Eve The moon is full Will she trick or treat I bet she will She's got date at midnight With Nosferatu Oh baby, Lilly Munster Ain't got nothing on you Well when I called her evil She just laughed And cast that spell on me Boo Bitch Craft Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing Dye 'em black Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots And clove cigarettes An erotic funeral For witch she's dressed Her perfume smells like Burning leaves Everyday is Halloween Loving you was like loving the dead |
you'd get along well with visionofblood ( see above )
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Ahhhh, adam sandler...a true poet.. WHo could forget his romantic classic, "At a Medium Pace"?
Put your arms around me baby Can't you see I need you so Hold me close against your skin I'm about to begin Lovin' you Spit on your hand and stroke my cock At a medium pace Play with my balls and tell me How big they are Honey, rub your beaver Up and down my face Sit on the corner of the bed And watch me whack off You see that shampoo bottle Now stick it up my ass Push it in and out At a medium pace Talk about your old boyfriend's dick And how big it was Now shave off my pubes And punch me in the face Whoa darlin' Make me push my dick and balls Back between my legs Call me an ugly woman And take my picture to show All the people you work with Now pull up my scrotum And take the shampoo bottle Out of my ass Pretend I'm the pizza delivery guy And watch me whack off Strap on a dildo And make me give you head Tell me to slow down And do it at a medium pace I feel so humiliated I'm about to blow my load You tell me it's time to make love But now I can't 'Cause I spewed all over myself Then you look into my eyes And you realize How much I enjoy lovin' you I'm so sorry I spunked on my stomach Maybe next time I'll be better at lovin' you |
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Self - What are you Thinking
Rang the phone and then picked her up Watched TV 'cuz she's the late queen Post-Traumatic Shock set in Telling her to cancel the evening Like an American Car You're proud to be driving You put all the miles on Ending up where we are In the middle of silence Beckoning violence I believed that i could never use you up, do you agree? Of all the things that i find so unusual, what are you thinking? So i slapped the face of love Clenched fist always seem to say the right thing First, let me up and take me home So much for talking, compromising When you humor me that everythings roses, I know where the truth is While you're flaunting your planetry halo, I'm watching your nose grow... I believed that i could never use you up, do you agree? Of all the things that i find so unusual, what are you thinking? Where are you going with that head? Full of anguish and suspense? Lately ive come to find the silence deafening Won't you stop this crazy tale? Of one man struggling to prevail, over the evils of the world (quiet at first then build to max volume then played till fade out) Wait.....I'm not down just yet......I've got mountains of regret......and my sorrow fills an ocean.... |
Severed by Crossbreed
Halleluiah(x12) You wanna feel it go! You wanna feel it go!(x4) Won't you color me a picture of your shallow needs Together you and me will find a pill to stop you bleed All this time you thught you'd never live successfully Just turn right back around and tell yourself the delivery You wanna feel it go! You wanna feel it go! Won't you color me a picture of your shallow needs Together you and me will find a pill to stop you bleed All this time you thught you'd never live successfully Just turn right back around and tell yourself the delivery NO I'm not awake NO I'm not awake The more that you sleep The less that you dream about me NO I'm not awake NO I'm not awake The more that you sleep The less that you dream about me GO! You wanna feel it go! You wanna feel it go!(x2) Halleluiah(x24) NO I'm not awake NO I'm not awake The more that you sleep The less that you dream about me(x3) GO You wanna feel it go! You wanna feel it go!(x2) |
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heres a classic....Dennis Leary - I'm an Asshole
Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts Maybe below the cockles, Maybe in the sub cockle area, Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, Maybe even in the colon, we dont know Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job Im your average white, suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no, no way, uh uh) No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense (woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane While people behind me are going insane Im an asshole (hes an asshole) Im an asshole (hes an asshole, such an asshole) I use public toilets and I piss on the seat I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?" Im an asshole (hes an asshole) Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole) Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces While handicapped people make handicapped faces Im an asshole (hes an asshole) Im an asshole (hes a real fucking asshole) Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong Nah Im an asshole (hes an asshole) Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole) You know what Im gonna do Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps And all leather cow interior And make brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah) And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour Gettin' 1 mile per gallon, Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why 2 words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want They can have a big democracy cakewalk Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square and it wont make a lick of difference Because weve got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off You know why, Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be! I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes, and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey, and drive down to Texas and say..... (Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!) Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal? Im an asshole (hes an asshole) Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole) A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody A-S-S-H-O-L-E Im an asshole and Im proud of it |
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