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My favorite lyrics that I can think of rite now is the Tom Smith song "Just Give The Money To Me" http://www.thefump.com/lyrics.php?id=1289

I've had it with all the Republicans,
I've had it with Democrats too,
The President, Congress, and talking heads,
They none of 'em know what to do,

But I've got a simple solution
For our screwed-up economy,
These bailouts and buyouts and stimulus packages --
Just give it the money to me.

Just give the money to me, ya bums,
It'll work out, wait and see,
No way I can do any worse than you,
Just give the money to me.

First thing I'll do is I'll pay off
Every mortgage and credit card,
The banks still get bailouts, but so do we,
There, now, was that so hard?

And everyone gets health insurance,
Your medical care is in place,
If you lose your job, or need pricey drugs,
Or Dick Cheney shoots you in the face.

Just give the money to me, ya clowns,
I'm slightly more honest than thee,
You've had your shot, now here's more cash -- NOT,
Just give the money to me.

We'll bring back the factories and help desks
From wherever the hell they all went
And companies can either employ people here
Or we'll tax 'em ten thousand percent.

They'll have to stop all their polluting,
From every pipe, chimney and vent,
And those who refuse can just breathe their own fumes,
I hope they've got lemon-fresh scent.

Just give the money to me, you fools,
Deposit it directly.
This way it should do somebody SOME good,
Just give the money to me.

Imagine a world without money,
Where no one's in desperate need,
Where food, shelter, and entertainment
Aren't subject to somebody's greed.

I hope that some day we can get there,
Till then, I know better than you,
And if I should empty a Best Buy or three
Consider it only my due.

Just give the money to me, ya rubes,
I'll salvage our economy,
I might take some perqs, but, hey, whatever works,
Just give the money to me.

Just give the money to me, ya bums,
I'll prove to you freedom ain't free,
No way I can do any worse than you,
Just give the money to me.

No way I can do MUCH worse than you...
Just give the money to me!

lyrics from my new song called allen key:

instruction sheet is missing
i’ve lost the allen key
researched it on google
why is there an extra screw?

i’m always messing up
nothing i do is right
my fault like usual
someone’s gonna get hurt

seeking the right advice
learn from experience
life is unfamiliar
haven’t got a damn clue

instruction sheet is missing
i’ve lost the allen key
researched it on google
why is there an extra screw?

my life is hazardous
get smoked at every turn
don’t think i’ll manage it
never gonna fix this

Soundgarden - Hands All Over

Hands all over the Eastern border
You know what? I think we're falling
From composure
Hands all over Western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures

Got my arms around my baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, kill your mother
And I love her

Hands all over the coastal waters
The crew men thank her
Then lay down their oily blanket
Hands all over the inland forest
In a striking motion trees fall down
Like dying soldiers

Hands all over the peasants daughter
She's our bride
She'll never make it out alive
Hands all over words I utter
Change them into what you want to
Like balls of clay
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother
And I love her

Dame "Pony"

I've got a sweet secret under my bed
Have to hide it from my friends
'Cuz my pony is the fastest in the world
She almost flies in the morning sky

She's so cool her eyes burn brighter
I could suck her dry

Why shouldn't I just kill my pony?
She's a disease inside my head
I'm giving all of me away
I get nothing back she's a liar

I've got a sweet secret under my bed
Or inside my head like Mom said
She's all I got she makes me perfect
And they can see me and I am pretty
When I'm riding

She's so cool her eyes burn brighter
I could suck her dry

Why shouldn't I just kill my pony?
She's a disease inside my head
I'm giving all of me away I get nothing back she's a liar

(liar, liar,liar)

Why shouldn't I just kill my pony?
She's a disease inside my head
I'm giving all of me away
I get nothing back she's a liar

In honor of the upcoming season, Jonathan Coulton's "RE: Your Brains"

Hey, there, Tom, it's Bob
From the office down the hall
Good to see you, buddy, how've you been?
Things have been okay for me
Except that I'm a zombie now -
We really wish you'd let us in
I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand
Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demands,
But here's an FYI:
You're all gonna die screaming!

(chorus)
All we want to do is eat your brains,
We're not unreasonable,
I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes;
All we want to do is eat your brains -
We're at an impasse here,
Maybe we could compromise:
If you'll open up the door,
We'll all come inside and eat your brains!

I don't want to nitpick, Tom,
But is this really your plan?
Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?
Maybe that's okay for now,
But someday you'll be out of food and guns,
And then you'll have to make the call.
I'm not surprised to see you haven't thought this through enough -
You never had the head for all that "bigger picture" stuff -
But Tom, that's what I do
And I plan on eating you slowly

(chorus)

I'd like to help you, Tom, in any way I can,
I sure appreciate the way you're working with me;
I'm not a monster, Tom - well, technically I am,
I guess I am...

Got another meeting, Tom,
Maybe we could wrap this up
I know we'll get to common ground somehow,
Meanwhile I'll report back to my colleagues
Who are chewing on the doors,
I guess we'll table this for now.
I'm glad to see you take constructive criticism well,
And thank you for your time, I know we're all busy as hell,
And we'll put this thing to bed
When I bash your head open!

(chorus)

I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

I'm a b***h, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

I'm a b***h, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

I'm a b***h, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

I'm a b***h, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

Bob Dylan - Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

"Shallow Grave" by The Birthday Massacre

Her voice cuts through the walls
Rings through everything that's hollow
These bitter words recall, all that's left and hard to swallow

She was always good for nothing when the good broke bad
All she's got to lose it's everything she ever has
Every back turn to her

We put her down in a shallow grave
She wears a dress like a body bag every day
And this way she won't learn to run away
So she can keep her regrets at bay, every day

Her blood runs hot to cold
Always breaking all she borrows
Her favors bought and sold
She lives like she's dead tommorow

Just another reason looking for the next because
Just another has been wishing though she never was
Every back turn to her

We put her down in a shallow grave
She wears a dress like a body bag everyday
And this way she won't learn to run away
So she can keep her regrets at bay every day

Tommorow's not a new day
Or time to think things through
As patience starts to fall away
A day can feel like two
When we gave her a new face
The past goes out of view
She never fooled us because she could never fool herself

We put her down in a shallow grave
She wears a dress like a body bag every day
And this way she won't learn to run away
So she can keep her regrets at bay, everyday

Deep Forest - Endangered Species
Be it animal or human, crawling on the ground or on the roof
Hunting like the lonely, lonely fighter
Picking up the truth behind the messages
So fearful of the meanings
Turning to the gods of technology
Wisdom far beyond the galaxies
But not enough to cure the last disease

Endangered Species

Telecommunication, counting every crater on the moon
Roaming like the only, only rider
High upon the back of flaming Dragon rockets
Carrying the messages of the gods of technology
Wisdom far beyond the galaxies
But not enough to save the almighty

Endangered Species

Endangered Species

The butterfly, the tiger
Nothing but a shadow in the stone
Flamingo future dinosaur underneath the urban sun
Victims of the truth behind the messages of the Stoic saints of profit
Victims of the truth behind the messages of the Stoic saints of profit
Smiling as the wonders of all nature go crumbling in their pockets
Flying to another galaxy
Leaving Mother Earth

Endangered Species

Endangered Species

Endangered Species

Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing ColdPlay-the scientist
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress

Carl Orff
O Fortuna
Section: Imperatrix Mundi (Empress of the World)

O Fortuna -O Fortune,
velut luna -like the moon
statu variabilis, -you are changeable,
semper crescis -ever waxing
aut decrescis; -and waning;
vita detestabilis -hateful life
nunc obdurat -first oppresses
et tunc curat -and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem, -as fancy takes it;
egestatem, -poverty
potestatem -and power
dissolvit ut glaciem. -it melts them like ice.

Sors immanis -Fate - monstrous
et inanis, -and empty,
rota tu volubilis, -you whirling wheel,
status malus, -you are malevolent,
vana salus -well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis, -and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata -shadowed
et velata -and veiled
michi quoque niteris; -you plague me too;
nunc per ludum -now through the game
dorsum nudum -I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris. -to your villainy.

Sors salutis -Fate is against me
et virtutis -in health
michi nunc contraria, -and virtue,
est affectus -driven on
et defectus -and weighted down,
semper in angaria. -always enslaved.
Hac in hora -So at this hour
sine mora -without delay
corde pulsum tangite; -pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem -since Fate
sternit fortem, -strikes down the strong man,
mecum omnes plangite! -everyone weep with me!


Dimmu Borgir
Puritania

We do away with your kind
Countdown to exterminate the human race
4, 3, 2, 1

Let chaos entwine
On defenseless soil
Remove errors of man
And sweep all the weakening kind

I am war, I am pain
I am all you've ever slain
I am tears in your eyes
I am grief, I am lies

Bygone are tolerance
And presence of grace
Scavengers are sent out
To cleanse the human filth parades

I am pure, I am true
I am all over you
I am laugh, I am smile
I am the earth defiled

I am the cosmic storms
I am the tiny worms
I am fear in the night
I am bringer of the blight

Earth successfully erased

Nine Inch Nails
Right Where It Belongs

See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all...
Right where it belongs

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself...
Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
Keep on looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself...
Find yourself afraid to see?

Love The Way You Lie Part 2 - Rihanna ft. Eminem

On the first page of our story, the future seems so bright.
And this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still surprised.
Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take death to new extremes.
But you’ll always be my hero, even though you lost your mind.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.

Now this gravel in our voices, glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war, you’ll always win, even when I’m right.
Cause you feed me fables from your hand,
With violet words and empty threats and it’s sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.
Ohhh, I love the way you lie.

So maybe I’m a masochist
I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave.
Til the walls are goin’ up in smoke with all our memories.

[Eminem]
This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
hush baby, speak softly, tell me I’ll be sorry that you
pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me
try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy
baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me
then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me
then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we
know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs
that we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky
together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,
you hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’
I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count
but together, we’ll live forever, we found the youth fountain
our love is crazy, we’re nuts, but I refused counselin’
this house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand
square feet of it to the ground, ain’t s**t you can do about it
with you I’m in my f–kin’ mind, without you, I’m out it

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.
Ohhh, I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.

Worm Quartet~ Dear God http://www.themadmusicarchive.com/song_ ... ongID=3037

Dear God
Please don’t let my face explode
Please don’t let my bones fall out
Please don’t turn my nipples into giant screaming heads
Don’t let Bjork and Dracula
Make out with my spatula
Please don’t let my bud be confiscated by the feds
These things I do implore thee
O God please don’t ignore me
I may be paranoid as hell but who made me that way?
This world is really scary
And that is why I’m very concerned about all that could happen today
(Dear God!)
Don’t stick me ‘tween two irate
Rhinos who are trying to mate
Don’t replace the raisins in my bagels with dead flies
Please don’t let my spleen expire
Please don’t set my mom on fire
Please don’t let my wife be Gilbert Gottfried in disguise
O God why won’t you listen
I’ve been a perfect Christian
Except for all the blasphemy and heresy and sin
Not looking for direction
Just asking for protection from this screwed-up world that you have stuck me in
(Dear God!)
Please don’t let my sperm mutate
Grow until they’re six foot eight
Start a revolution and devour me from within
Please don’t turn my Pepsi One
Into rancid bison dung
Please don’t let me be gang-raped by Teletubbies again
It’s not that I’m not grateful
In fact I’m very faithful
Whenever I had to fart in church I always held it in
I’ll follow you forever
Just promise that you’ll never let anything bad happen to me again

(Spoken part)
Dear God!
Please don’t let Optimus Prime be waiting for me in my bedroom with a bouquet of flowers and a strap-on. Please don’t let me be reincarnated as Star Jones’ bicycle seat. Please don’t let me be force-fed crowbar sandwiches while a screaming horde of inbred nuns seductively rub my wife’s armpits with a croissant. Please don’t let Aquaman be living in my toilet. Please don’t let me be impregnated by a cross-eyed accountant in a day-glo green crotchless lobster costume. Please don’t let Jell-O shoot from every orifice in my body every time I see a rake. Please don’t let the IRS decide to pay me my tax refund in Miracle Whip. And please, God, don’t strike me with lightning for writing this song!

It’s not that I’m not grateful
In fact I’m very faithful
‘Sides Allah said he’d do it so don’t make me turn to him
I’ll follow you forever
Just promise that you’ll never let anything bad happen to me
Never let anything bad happen to me
Never let anything bad happen to me
Never let anything bad happen to me again

If you want your gratting blit to
Chak you wolshing flak
But you want to see his wolsh
Bloit you in the back
You must treat him kindly and of this we must agree!
Lest that wolshing, gratting blit go bloit you in the back!