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God told me to skin you alive.... . I kill children. I love to see them die. I kill children. And make their mamas cry. Crush 'em under my car. I wanna hear them scream.
I am your plumber. No I never went away. I still bug your bedrooms. And pick up everything you say. It can be a boring job. To moniter all day your excess talk.
I say, come on!. To pleasures unknown. Where we fly to when we are all bored. C'mon for the ride. And hop with the jet set tonight. . We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay.
Wake up! Get down here quick!. The president's had too much to drink. His days of power are about gone. He's been talking to paintings in the hall. . He says, "I'm finished, so what the hell?.
No junk food, just earthly goods. I ate weird berries in the woods. Now I'm seeing colors. I'm getting higher. I think I'll start a forest fire. . There's a forest fire climbin' the hill.
We're world industry's thoughtlords. The entertainment wing. We keep you all in line. . By fixing your free will. Surround you with pop fantasies. Just slightly out of reach.
I don't want to think. Don't make me care. I wanna melt in with the group. I need the balls. To leap out of my shell. And let go with my friends. Can't come up with anything.
Have you heard about the latest craze. That's sweepin' across the nation. All the punks from coast to coast. Have discovered an old invention:. . Related.
Waow. Hold it, it is too slow. . Waow. Weaoww. Dog bite, on my leg. Not right, supposed to beg. Dog bite, on my leg. Not right, supposed to beg. . Daily to the fillin' station.
Once I had a close friend. I knew him for quite a while. He seemed alright to me. We had this deal together. Tied up my money and time. And then he went away.
Dear Abby,. . Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It's. important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just can't.
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gases. Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits. Been sitting there for years, now I'm gonna have at it. I cut through the fence, run right in, and grab it.
Another rainy morning mingling at the market. Bartering for food for another day. Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings. Executions have begun.
Poison is bubbling. Beneath your dreamhome. Buried there years before. . Kid runs in crying. From playing in the garden. "Mommy, I burned my hands!". .
Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile. The road's my slave, that's how I feel. I cruise alone, I cruise real far. Shoo young punk! I love my car. . Cross Nevada at a 110.
Buzzbomb buzzbomb. Macho-mobile. The road's my slave. That's how I feel. I cruise alone, I cruise real far. I don't love you, I love my car. . 'Cross Nevada at 110.
If your machine might slip a gear. Push this button to help it clear. Your time card says your name's Joe. But we'll call you 6-3-0. . Related. . Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs.
step right up folks!. . Anarchy for sale!. T-shirts only 10 dollars. Badges only $3.50. I nicked the disign, never asked the band. I never listen to them either.
Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on MTV! A rockin' bankroll. extravaganza featuring all your vigilante rock stars! Sammy. Hagar...Sylvester Stallone...Clint Eastwood. It's so important we've even.