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Some take the bible

For what it's worth

When it says that the meek

Shall inherit the Earth

Well, I heard that some sheik

Has bought New Jersey last week

'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin'

Is Hare Rama really wrong

If you wander around

With a napkin on

With a bell on a stick

An' your hair is all gone . . .

(The geek shall inherit nothin')

You say yer life's a bum deal

'N yer up against the wall . . .

Well, people, you ain't even got no kinda

Deal at all

'Cause what they do

In Washington

They just takes care of NUMBER ONE

An' NUMBER ONE ain't YOU

You ain't even NUMBER TWO

Those Jesus Freaks

Well, they're friendly but

The sh!t they believe

Has got their minds all shut

An' they don't even care

When the church takes a cut

Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin'

(So whaddya do? Hey!)

Eat that pork

Eat that ham

Laugh till ya choke

On Billy Graham

Moses, Aaron 'n Abraham . . .

They're all a waste of time

'N it's your ass that's on the line

(IT'S YOUR ASS THAT'S ON THE LINE)

Do what you wanna

Do what you will

Just don't mess up

Your neighbour's thrill

'N when you pay the bill

Kindly leave a little tip

And help the next poor sucker

On his one way trip . . .

SOME TAKE THE BIBLE . . .

(Aw gimme a half a dozen for the hotel room!)

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Oh, Oh Deep water

Black, and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted mile

I'm a stranger

in the eyes of the maker

I could not see

for fog in my eyes

I could not feel

for the fear in my life

From across the great divide

In the distance i saw a light

Jean baptiste

walking to me with the maker

My body is bent and broken

by long and dangerous leaps

I can't work the fields of abraham

and turn my head away

I'm not a stranger

in the eyes of the maker

Brother john

Have you seen the homeless daughters

standing there with broken wings

I have seen the flaming swords

there over east of eden

burning in the eyes of the maker

burning in the eyes of the maker

burning in the eyes of the maker

burning in the eyes of the maker

oh river rise from your sleep

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Sleep well sweet friend,no more pain anymore.Goodbye.

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When the routine bites hard

and ambitions are low

And the resentment rides high

but emotions won't grow

And we're changing our ways,

taking different roads

Then love, love will tear us apart

again (4)

Why is the bedroom so cold

Turned away on your side?

Is my timing that flawed,

our respect run so dry?

Yet there's still this appeal

That we've kept through

our lives

Love, love will tear us apart again (4)

Do you cry out in your sleep

All my failings expose?

Get a taste in my mouth

As desperation takes hold

Is it something so good

Just can't function no more?

When love, love will tear us apart

again (4)

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Well, when you’re sitting there

In your silk upholstered chair

Talking to some rich folks that you know

Well I hope you won’t see me

In my ragged company

You know I could never be alone

Take me down little susie, take me down

I know you think you’re the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Send me dead flowers to my wedding

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Well, when you’re sitting back

In your rose pink cadillac

Making bets on kentucky derby day

I’ll be in my basement room

With a needle and a spoon

And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little susie, take me down

I know you think you’re the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Send me dead flowers to my wedding

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little susie, take me down

I know you think you’re the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the us mail

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

No I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

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I Like Drinking to forget your name

And I smoke reefer a'do much the same

Between me and you - there's ain't nothing I wouldn't do

to untangle these ties with you

How much sweet life source have you took

I keep thinking I'd rather not look

Our love's like a fern that’s been dried up and burned

It's absurd - but I keep coming back.

Oh believe me bruther

I bleeve I'd ruther dig a hole and crawl in the ground

Between you and I, I think I'd ruther die

So I'll just stay drunk all the time

I've been over and over this girl

But you like the rattle snakes curl

You coil to strike me again

In my wide world of sin lights out I think it’s the end

have mercy on me Jesus Christ

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I'm leaving you a message,

I'm leaving you a trace,

I'm leaving thoughts for you

I hope that time will not erase.

And when the moment comes

To read the words that I engraved,

You'll find them on the walls of the cave,

Of the cave.

I know you heard the question

But you didn't make a sound,

And when it fell you caught my heart

Before it hit the ground.

But if you ever need the names

Of those you couldn't save,

You'll find them on the walls of the cave.

You'll find them on the walls of the cave.

Look at me and time stands still

A mountain here is now a hill.

Look away,

Look away,

The time goes past.

These rocks will fall away at last.

Look away.

Maybe you will see it

As you're passing by alone,

Below the moss forgotten

where some words that turned to stone.

It might have been an etching

On a marker of a grave,

Or maybe on the walls of the cave.

Listen to

The silent trees

But still your words float on the breeze

Look away

I see them all

Carved into the cavern wall

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Annie laid her head down in the roses.

She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.

I don’t know, maybe it was the roses,

All I know I could not leave her there.

I don’t know, it must have been the roses,

The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.

I don’t know, maybe it was the roses,

All I know I could not leave her there.

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,

Thinkin’ well how it may blow in all good company,

If I tell another what your own lips told to me,

Let me lay ’neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.

I don’t know, it must have been the roses,

The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.

I don’t know, maybe it was the roses,

All I know I could not leave her there.

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[color:"red"] Gazing through the toothy maw--

you could not conceive what I saw--

In my land there is no sun--In

my country there are no guns--OK!

'Cause we are Gwar!!!

And we'll go far!!!

We've got guitars

We'll go to war!!! (Thrash your bar, Wreck

your car, etc...)

Gwar! Gwar! Gwar! Gwar! Gwar!

Steel and leather, whips and

chains, we've learned how to enjoy

pain! Life in a cave ain't too roomy--

Now only the penthouse will do me!!!!

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Do you remember sweet Michelle?

She was my high school romance.

She was fun to talk and nice to smell,

So I took her to the homecoming dance.

Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair,

And I left her in the desert all alone.

Sometimes in my dreams I can still hear her screams.

Oh I wonder if she ever made it home.

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I got pulled over in west Texas

so they could look inside my car.

He said, "Are you an American citizen?"

I said,

"Yes sir;

so far."

They made sure I wasn't smuggling

someone in from Mexico;

someone willing to settle for America,

'cause there's nowhere else to go.

At every state line

there's a new set of laws,

and every police man

comes equipped with extended claws.

There's a thousand shades of white

and a thousand shades of black,

but the same rule always applies:

Smile pretty, and watch your back.

I broke down in Louisiana

and I had to thumb a ride.

Got in the first car that pulled over;

you can't be picky in the middle of the night.

He said,

"Baby, do you like to fool around?

Baby, do you like to be touched?"

I said,

"Maybe some other time.

Fu©k you very much!"

At every state line

there's a new set of laws,

and every police man

comes equipped with extended claws.

There's a thousand shades of white

and a thousand shades of black,

but the same rule always applies:

Smile pretty, and watch your back.

I'm in the middle of Alabama.

They stare at me wherever I go.

I don't think they like my haircut.

I don't think they like my clothes.

I can't wait to get back to New York City,

where at least when I walk down the street,

nobody ever hesitates

to tell me exactly what they think of me!

At every state line

there's a new set of laws,

and every police man

comes equipped with extended claws.

There's a thousand shades of white

and a thousand shades of black,

but the same rule always applies:

Smile pretty, and watch your back.

A little town in Pennsylvania;

there was snow on the ground.

I parked in an empty lot

where there was no one else around,

but I guess I was taking up too much space

as I was trying to get some sleep,

'cause an officer came by anyway

and told me I had to leave.

At every state line

there's a new set of laws,

and every police man

comes equipped with extended claws.

There's a thousand shades of white

and a thousand shades of black,

but the same rule always applies:

Smile pretty, and watch your back.

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Hi

I’m your video dj

I always talk like I’m wigged out on quaaludes

I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy

What’s left of your imagination

By feeding you endless doses

Of sugar-coated mindless garbage

So don’t create

Be sedate

Be a vegetable at home

And thwack on that dial

If we have our way even you will believe

This is the future of rock and roll

...

The lowest common denominator rules

Forget honesty

Forget creativity

The dumbest buy the mostest

That’s the name of the game

...

M.T.V. get off the air!

Now

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