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| 1. DNR *mp3* (right click link and choose "save as." Then, enjoy!) 2. Rock Long and Prosper 3. King O Frod 4. Domino's Deep Dish 5. (Set Sail for) Sag Harbor 6. Rebel Friend 7. Double Time 8. 50's Love Song 9. Part 1 of the Chupacabra Trilogy / Sex Terrorist 10. Space Race 11. Dirty Machine 12. Sonic Team 13. Chupacabra 2: Retribution 14. She Looked Good in a Jumpsuit 15. Chupacabra Destiny 16. Cindy 17. The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Rob Halford |
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| 'Rock and Roll Genocide' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 1. Household Accidents/Millenium Freebird 2. Baloney Pony 3. Hold Your Nose 4. Love Casserole 5. The Clock 6. Ulcer 7. Grand Guignol (Dial Z for Zombie) 8. Milo's Theme 9. In Jeopardy 10. Dura Mater 11. BloodCode 12. Heterodox 13. Alibi 14. Project Black 15. Ham Basket 16. Cherry Cordial |
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| DNR | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Don't wanna work all day I'll practice, got a gig to play Boss tell me work all night When he ain't got no right Judy's going to settle a score I'd bet, but I'm too poor Blown off work all week Many riffs, but no check for me Rock n Roll is dead, trying to revive it My amp's electrified With my pedal I made it cry The kids don't like my licks So I beat them up for kicks Turned on the radio Johnny likes to listen to some soul I block it out, instead Got a concert in my head. Rock n Roll is dead, because they shot it in the head. Go commit the crime and keep coming back for more. This rock music is sick, it can't even go outdoors. Come inside my head, find that I'll distort your brain. The volume knob is broken, going deaf but rock is pain. Rock n Roll is dead, or comatose and in the red. Turn off the radio X8 Rock n Roll is dead, do not resuscitate. |
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| Rock Long and Prosper | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Live and die, just like a samurai I rock with swift precision Cut them up, with power chords so rough It's like a great incision The solo's shredding, turn up the setting Their ears are not yet bleeding Lure in the masses, the rock get's them collapsing And now they start retreating If you can't handle it, please leave But if you look good then come backstage with me The girls, they gonna love you They gonna beg you please Watch out, dirty South, They carry disease Cause when you rock, they want your sock But you must tell them no Where is the love? It is in the glove Pushing you out the door That was a PSA for those with guitars Cause if a girl gives you crabs, you're never gonna get too far We rock so hard, it makes you want to cut yourself Fender's all ablaze makes a pregnant woman mess her jeans Milo wants to bring it to all our Japanese sisters Level up my HP so I can rock long and prosper { Rock Long Rock Long Rock Long and Prosper } x4 |
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| King O Frod | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| King O Frod King O Frod Suitcase on my car Wood paneling star Green lights lets go Making record time Let?s take off our clothes And take back what's mine Outta tha way for the King O Frod It was the best plate that he could find Mom?s plate picks up a football game A cowlick that points to a universe Outta the way for the King O Frod Outta the way for the King O Frod Stay up late but you couldn't sneeze Outta the way for the King O Frod Red arm burns Big blue skies Rival families But their can only be One king of road King O Frod Let's take off our clothes And take back what's mine Outta the way for the King O Frod It was the best plate that he could find Until the day he saw the real deal On a station wagon that wasn't his He's the better man, king of road He's the better man, king of road Johnny U plays the super bowl Maybe now we can dot the I |
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| Domino's Deep Dish | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Slappin' fat kids was the fashion of the time No matter what the scene, you were always easy to find Just look for the orange hat, American flag on the side What's this, you got a white one? The old plan just died... |
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| I remember holding the doors on the Pontiac Breaking pieces off to try and get it closed up I hope it wasn't something that you needed I guess we'll never know As we ride in the Malibu |
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| And what about the pool room where we used to freeze Or burn to death? I still recall the tournaments of suck Arctic basketball College has tried its best to erase them all |
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| But I still think of the doors on the Pontiac Flatscreen tv's, hockey games and Laser Quest Marathons to Florida, Todd's attempts at halfcourt He would have us believe That he makes them all of the time at church |
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| My name is Justin, and I was never at school... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| (Set Sail for) Sag Harbor | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I don?t mean to be rude but woman you?re getting old You?re all used up and your prime was twenty years ago So get rid of your short shorts and halter tops Cause if I see your stuff then I?m calling the cops And don?t kid yourself Get on the boat and set sail Set sail for Sag Harbor You?ll be accepted there Give me your old, decayed, and worn And we?ll find them a dickie to wear Pantsuits and turtlenecks are a maid?s best friend Shoulder pads give you the respect that you command Sportcoats and slacks offer the sexy appeal A sheer scarf around your neck will seal the deal Aren?t you happy now? That you got on the boat and set sail To land in Sag Harbor |
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| Rebel Friend | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Harbor me no love and you'll get none back Ready for the fight, gone to get my axe A fistful of hate, papers burnt to ash My eyes are bloodshot, 1, 2, 3, 4... Coming to confront me Let's dance my rebel friend Meet me at the front lines One down, time to do it again Gone to steal one back, maintain a criminal cool Heated cocaine white, no vengeful faces feared Thrusted force of lead, fingers full of wrath Here comes a crimson cloud, 1, 2, 3, 4... Coming to confront me Let's dance my rebel friend Meet me at the front lines One down, time to do it again Try and test a man with a gun in hand Now I say so long, it's my final call Break the skin and bleed, shameful in defeat My friend I've known before, I've declared the war I think I've made my bed. It's time to lie in it. |
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| Double Time | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| What'd you say now? I'll still make it out. And I should make out nice, oh look, I made it. Plastic on the sheets, sneakers on your feet. You going to bed to sleep, or something freaky? Computer megastores, they bring me back for more. I'll work til my legs break for one more cd. Trash is piling up, you think you've had enough? I've dumped trash, twice as much, and over knee deep. Double Time! - It's half past ten! Pass the time! - Come talk to me! Double Time! - My clock is full! Stop talking now, I'm out the door. He's a friend, you say? He gets it anyway. There's no need to pay, just not worth it. It's the government, there the taxes went. Tell them to get bent, do something crazy. Go to pawn shops, there the deals are hot. So is the merchandise, I'll turn a blind eye. The coffee pot's half full? I say your half is bull! Not a drop to spare, it's getting grainy. Double Time! - It's half past ten! Pass the time! - Come talk to me! Double Time! - My clock is full! Stop talking now, I'm out the door. I think I'll soak my bones. X4 So full of aches and groans. X4 Just too tired... From working Double Time! Need time to unwind! Tonight, I'm sleeping in! Then Double Time again! More time for Double Time X4 |
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| Part 1 of the Chupacabra Trilogy You remind me of a Sylvester Stallone Who I've seen in Rambo, negative twenty-first blood About three hundred years ago In feudal China, but in Mexico (in Mexico) Old mystical women Bent under the weight of their knowledge Of the one who sucks, the one who sucks The one who sucks the goat |
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| And she can read English and Spanish and people's emotions Here we're poor, but in Mexico (in Mexico) Old mystical women Bent under the weight of their knowledge Of the one who sucks, the one who sucks The one who sucks the goat |
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| Old mystical women Hiding at a Goodie's From the one who sucks, the one who sucks The one who sucks the goat |
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| Sex Terrorist | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Oh yeah! Baby I'm the kind of man Who take ya hostage and demand To have his needs satisfied My jihad vagina won't be denied Cause I'm a Sex Terrorist Gonna make you my love hostage tonight Love hostage tonight! Don't want any of your money I just need some of that honey That comes from your special hive Girl that's what I need to survive Cause I'm a Sex Terrorist Gonna make you my love hostage tonight Love hostage tonight! Yeah, be a good girl I'm a Sex Terrorist! x4 Uhh.... |
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| Spinning chairs, rigorous exercise Give me prepared, the Reds are beating us They took round 1, they shot the monkey up We gotta set foot on the big cheese Here I am, totally freeze-dried I?m inside, a floaty wash machine But I gotta try, to plant the flag I gotta win, and do it for my country Cause if I win the Space Race I won?t drive a Datsun anymore If I can beat the Russkies I could break the law In the papers, I destroyed the Cosmonauts Now I?m the Buddha, tummy rub Crush the serfs, in my feudal palm I was there, up on the big cheese Now its time for me to rampage No one speaks up, cause I saved face A patriote?, dignify the USA I am the Buddha in this Cold War Cause if I win the Space Race I won?t drive a Datsun anymore If I can beat the Russkies I could break the law Hold up a gas station Cause now I?m a hero Break a good girls heart Break a good girls legs |
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| Robots line up, bored and mad Rusting from the passing fads I'm a robot, bore me, too Cycled fads all seem to be brand new. Let's grind in the dirty machine Pureed in the dirty machine, But try to keep all of your parts clean. Beauties come out, set the trend Draw in flocks, some more wills to bend Crank the heat, this room is cold There's no life here, or so I'm told. Let's grind in the dirty machine Pureed in the dirty machine Make sure to keep your socks clean . Fetch a thought, then let it go Minds are bought, those thoughts no longer known. Doubt it matters anyway. Surplus insights thrown out everyday. (Clean out the toilet But don't get your feet wet The robot's electric Sucked down the toilet) X2 Let's grind in the dirty machine Pureed in the dirty machine But try to keep all of your parts clean. Let's grind in the dirty machine Pureed in the dirty machine Too late, parts shop closed for the day. |
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| Oh my God, look to the sky! Look to the sky, now get on the floor! Shotzy dreamed about a black girl Super Game Boy was a great idea Let's see those hands or I cry foul Hadouken! Hideo Kojima (x4) Meryl! Hey could somebody spot me a dollar? You know I'll pay you back-- red boot! Now I ran off with your dollar, And you've puddled yourself Now I ran off with your dollar, I'll turn it into five in less than a fortnight Hadouken! Hideo Kojima (x4) Yuji Naka and the Sonic Team (x2) Knuckles never could jump as high And Tails was for chicks I'll buy a ring for her, I put it on her hand And whenever she gets hurt The ring flies into the air |
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| Just now entered the rat race And now you're leading the pack Come on and show me the special I've got your twenty-five No demand, those goods are second hand Nice face, but not exactly chaste Risk my life to go and take a dive Another pretty face diseasing the human race Ah, baby You're corner's lonely this week Come on and give me the surf-and-turf I'm thinking fifty is what it's worth No demand, those goods are second hand Nice face, but not exactly chaste Risk my life to go and take a dive Another pretty face diseasing the human race Pay, you have to Pay! Pay the man! You have to pay the man! No demand, those goods are second hand Nice face, but not exactly chaste Risk my life to go and take a dive Another pretty face diseasing the human race |
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| I saw her skipping rope, and then she tripped and fell. Put out my hand to help, then quickly jerked away. I had a laugh, sure was funny. She glared at me, then started to speak. "You got a lotta nerve" is what she said to me. I had to laugh again, because I think she scraped her hand. We made a peace, she had a pretty face. And if I remember one thing that day... She looked good in a jumpsuit. I thought we'd do great things one day. She'd buy me lunch, I'd hit the hay. And for my birthday, she'd get my favorite games, And she would love to watch me play... She looked good in a jumpsuit. Binoculars with me, I'd watch her from a tree. I got to loving her, and start to call her "babe" She'd come up to the tree, do great things for me. I'd go "okay, whatever you say." Tell her to jump, she replied "now just how high?" I'd say "up to the sky," and I'd look up her shirt. When she was tiring me, I'd go home to sleep. She'd say "I hope you're happy, babe"... She looked good in a jumpsuit. She'd like to talk and reminisce. I'd say "that's nice", don't care a bit. She'd want two player mode, but that just wouldn't go. And when I sent her to the curb... She still looked good in a jumpsuit. |
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| Chupacabra 3... Destiny | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And so it's come to this The irate mother of Alger Hiss Put off a bit When her son was killed by Milosevic Attacking with blood-soaked jaws And the sweater-clad fury of a soccer mom |
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| And so we say goodbye We've rocked and killed a lot of stuff with it But it's time for us to go the way of The stegosaur and the Plymouth Duster |
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| But not without a fight, not without a fight {Shotzy attack mode} |
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| And so we say goodbye We've rocked and killed a lot of stuff with it We fall today like the Plymouth we got dusted At least they died doing what they loved Don't cry Sheronda, a new band sweeps in from the hilss They kill the sea-hag and look a lot like us One of them plays a wine-red Les Paul Minus some original parts As a curtain of blood, closes down on Milosevic The new band states their name I think it was, uh.... |
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| Cindy | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ah, she's going down I think she's coming around I knew that she'd come around The door is locked, but I've got the key Her name is Cindy and she's fond of me Ah, she's going down I think she's coming around Oh Cindy, why won't you be nice? We'll be together for the rest of our lives Are those shackles swelling up your feet? Let's discard them and unchain our heat Ah, she's laying down Ah, she's kicking back I think she's coming around Oh now, just come on around I've brought you food, won't you take a bite? And there's dessert if you're feeling right Ah, she's laying down I think she's coming around Oh Cindy, always on my mind Are the ropes chaffing on your wrists? And you escaping always on my mind I see the love in your clenching fists Relax, lay back, submit, give in Gonna give you my love Gonna give you my love Gonna give you my love You're gonna take my love! Ah, she's going down Ah, she's going down I think she's coming around I knew that she'd come around The door is locked, but I've got the key Her name is Cindy and she's fond of me Ah, she's going down I think she's coming around Oh Cindy! X 4 |
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| The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Rob Halford | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Well Frankie Lee and Judas Priest they were the best of friends But one day Judas Priest buckled up his boots and walked Across the street to a house he thought was Paradise And when he never came home that night Frankie Lee threw up his arms and cursed this as the last time And he took Jude's money... (10, 10, 10) And that was the last he heard from Judas Priest Frankie didn't read the papers and he never turned on the tv He thought of calling but he didn't know the number For the house across the street And the neon rainbows were just too bright To visit Paradise |
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| Frankie Lee found a way to sell biscuits and tea over the phone There was never any reason to leave his home The neon rainbows ran out of ink and the dance beats sputtered to a stop And there Frankie was on the clock The twitch of guilt caught up to Frankie Lee so he gathered up some biscuits and tea To give to charity The town was a scary place, but with him was the comforting face Of Judas Priest, splashed across the tv screens (I'm your turbo lover) |
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| That was the first time in 22 years he'd heard from Judas Priest He'd been kicked out of the band that bore his name, it said so on tv And Frankie Lee, being good with a phone, called up his old friend Judas Priest thought Frankie Lee just wanted some money again "No no no," said Frankie Lee, "I just offer my support." "Most people know," said Judas Priest, "I've been a gay man all my life." Frankie Lee wondered aloud about the hugs that they'd shared Then decided what a childish thing to think |
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| Little Ricky says rub-a-dub-dub There's a radio in the tub Jill turns on the stove But there's no cookies in the oven Joey likes his Arby's Kids meal toy Sure is easy to play with But it sure ain't easy to swallow A case of. . . Household. . . Accidents. . . That's not your cheese on the rat trap His poison isn't yours either The toaster is for bread Not for a slice of hand Stick your fork in a hot pocket Don't stick it in a light socket That Kroger bag isn't a mask Silly rabbit, bags aren't for heads Bleach smells awful good to Bill Get your whites whiter and your head lighter Open the door when you start the car Wait too long you won't get too far A case of. . . Household. . . Accidents. . . The fireplace looks good to you The coals get hotter than Laura True Hope your kids will find the time To hang themselves in the miniblinds Who is your daddy? Justin's your daddy I wanna girl just for me As long as she doesn't have aromatherapy Today Maraud rocked the bass I can eat a whole pizza and a 60 oz. Steak We're Slobadon Milosevic Are you ready to rock? |
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| Oh baby, lookin' kind of lonely So come and ride my Pony You know you're getting really hot Cause my meaty treat, baby, it hit the spot You know the Pony makes you feel real right So there's no need to put up a fight My Pony make you in the mood So take a ride girl I think you should C'mon C'mon baby Ride my Baloney Pony My Pony has no place to go So lets not rush girl and take it slow You can ride it all night and day My Pony's free you don't have to pay So lets just get one thing right I want you to come over tonight Cause girl I really think you're fine Me and my Pony girl, we wanna make you mine So c'mon C'mon baby Ride my Baloney Pony |
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| Why wash at all? Dirt likes it loud! The filth is getting nice Who hid the soap? Who's with me? Smell freely! Be dirty? And that's just what I'd like to know! Who's with me? Smell freely! Be dirty! And take a walk down filthy road! I don't need good advice I'm not insane At last, I don't think Who hid my water? But now's the time for me to say You're out of line Wash it away I've got no time, I'm late for work Give me a rag, you're such a jerk It's scummy. Turned yellow. It's stained. Turned gray |
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| Love Casserole | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Todd: So, umm, you mean to tell me you made out with a girl when you were five years old? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| YES! I made out with a girl when I was five years old Can't remember what it was like, cause now I'm old-er If you don't believe me, I got the VHS to prove it I tend to play it for everyone who walks in the door And then she moved away, oh yeah, and then she moved away But six years later she was back, fatalistic interplay She was a perfect 10 and a 36C So I offered her my hand in middle school matrimony And she said "YES, that sounds like a good idea" An awkward moment, then we run away The sun came out and the flowers were bloomin' War is over and the babies are boomin' Bananas sell for a quarter a pound I drank a Coke, and a cure for AIDS was found For three whole months, I had my head in the clouds I was cumulo stratus, nothing could bring me down Something strange started happening to my gal and me She got all "ehh?" and I saw her hugging Stevie B I was shocked, and my little heart snapped in two Not literally of course, I would've died then silly She was still so gorgeous, but I had to say "I think it'd be a good idea if we went our seperate ways" And she said "YES, that sounds like a good idea" An awkward moment, then we run away The sun went down and the flowers wilted The cure for AIDS was just a hoax The stopped makin' grape-flavored Fruitopia The Reds had another losing season They sure don't make girls like they used to... (x3) It doesn't matter I got PS2 |
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| The Clock | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Crazy people on the loose World is going insane Time is running out for us The end is near But there?s no need to worry Cause while the times running out, we?ll all dance The Clock Put your minute hand up in the air and start to tick The minute hand is the long one on a standard clock If both your arms are the same size, pick one already You?ll never get to do the dance if you?re being a jerk When you get to 6 o?clock, its time to switch arms Unless you have no connective tissue, this is a must When you get to twelve o?clock, shake it down to the ground And start the whole dance over again Ev?rybody erry body everybody do The Clock Milo is the band that bringeth you the rock Mothers keep your daughters under key and lock Always remember to do the tick and the tock (Tick, tock, tick, tock) Now you?re really rolling, but don?t rest those arms just yet Because what do I see when I look at my watch? The time is currently a quarter till rock power And my watch happens to be fifteen minutes slow Here we go! Everybody put your minute hands up! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Midnite, time to rock. Everybody do the clock Now shake shake shake shake shake shake till you lose a few, fatty! Ev?rybody erry body everybody do The Clock Milo is the band that bringeth you the rock Mothers keep your daughters under key and lock Always remember to do the tick and the tock (Tick, tock, tick, tock) |
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| Hey, where's my lunch? Shoved it in too fast Losing my mind I'm feeling nauseous, it's passed Where's the bowl? My love to you is in it Bowels get to shaking Move or I'll push you over I swear Hurts like a blade Not your love, the taco I ate It's coming up Better move or it goes on your face Not feeling better And there's war in the world too My guts on the shredder Here's my love, ugly site Stomach acid, pretty ripe What was I saying? Where'd I put those pills? Now it starts to sting Here I go, a shrill |
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| Grand Guignol (Dial Z for Zombie) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Next time, we should try a little harder to not open up the gates of Hades Your constant dabbling has woken the dead, now they walk the earth Dial Z for zombie, they prepare for their feast of flesh, the flesh feast The Devil laughs at our misfortune, but he's the one in Hell (so the jokes on him) They roam the countryside, extinguishing life to fuel their own They apply for loans, but are frequently rejected as they are zombies In a moment of irony, they disembowel the bank teller But really, who didn't see that coming The trick is to learn to live with them Dress them up, and get them jobs Rent them housing, levy taxes And teach them responsibility If they want, they can have pets But they have to learn to care for them We can put them on reservations I'm sure the Indians won't mind The zombies integrate nicely, working hard to prove their worth They run our factories, and are paid in sheep brains (BRAINS!) They'll even babysit for you, they are good with children Some of them got together and formed a labor union The economy boomed, but darkness soon fell upon us Too many zombies (grrr!), outnumbering the living We had to do something to get rid of these rotting creatures So we sent them to college, to be with the other zombies The students and the undead mingled You couldn't tell the two apart Zombies naturally seem drunk (ugghhh!) They like jam bands as well The undergrads and zombies combined To make Pearl Harbor a hit Dial Z for Zombie, Grand Guignol The zombies became... mindless |
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| Milo's Theme | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Stand back or we just might cut you, we're crazy We offer you premium life insurance, and yet you forsake us?! Stronger than the devil, yet kind and gentle to rabbits Slash and burn vast acreage on our rock and roll quest Mr. Matthews, we're coming to jab you with pointy sticks Crows fly overhead, signalling the coming of Slobadon So you can sing, I don't care, you can't rock like Milo You must fear the sound of Milosevic, this is Milo's theme MSC continues to blaze ahead despite lack of cordage Murry brings the low end, Shotzy brings the fancy frets We scared some seniors, we have no regrets We are Slobadon Milosevic, this is our theme Don't be scared, give in We want to rock you |
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| In Jeopardy | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Where's the time for spacing out? In Jeopardy! That's where it be! How's the girl drowning in the water spout? In Jeopardy! Life's has got be! So when in strife just feel alright And cloud your thoughts with a little Sprite Because your gonna drown, so just don't fiiiiiight! Since Jeopardy's the place to be! Hey Hey! And where's the wrench, stuck in cement? That's Jeopardy! So don't blame me! And the money spent to pay the rent? In Jeopardy! You stupid geek! So when your dying just play it cool And pretend your laying by the swimming pool Because your gonna drown, and death is cruuuel! And Jeopardy's the place to be! Hey Hey! So when in trouble, and stuck in rubble Just turn that frown, upside down! Don't fight the beat, just take the heat And take the push for a little rush! Light the candle, because you can handle Just one more turn for a little burn! When the road is ending, be sure your sending One last letter to shout without a doubt....... I'm Jeopardy the place to be! Hey Hey! (this line X4) |
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| Dura Mater | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Got my blue jeans on and my hair slicked back, oh yeah Gonna roll down to Arnold's to grab myself a tasty snack Gonna tap on the jukebox to hear my favorite song May seem like a rebel, but I'll never do you wrong He's Fonzie, ain't nobody's fool EH! Epitome of cool On his bike, he'll be raging like a bull And he dropped out of school So we think that you should too... Boogie like a Russian on the dance floor baby, oh yeah Just another way to drive Pinky crazy, oh yeah Got chicks by my side when my fingers snap One in my hand and two in my lap He's Fonzie, establishes mob rule EH! Prefers an in-ground pool At Christmastime, he burns the log of yule And he dropped out of school Milosevic thinks you should too... It's not always easy, being the Fonz In one episode, I had to fight MORK (nanu nanu) There's always a few guys trying to rough up Richie, Potsy, the Malph And somebody's gotta teach these boys how to neck, with the ladies And let me ask you this: "How can I look cool, in a nighty?" Fonzie hopped in his rocket and sailed off to the moon He got some chick pregnant and he took a shot at Nixon too When girls take him out, he lets 'em pay "I live over a garage, cut me some slack" |
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| Blood Code | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mild mannered and cool Doesn't act out, or in Grade A, all the way Until he discovered the pit Spent a hefty sum on the game The Genesis of his problem An average fighter at best But something could change that BLOOD CODE!! Now he's tearing cushions off the couch And telling the dog to hush Today he ate the newspaper In search of human flesh, I believe Riots in the street Appetite for meat Removed couch seat And it's all because of Sub-Zero Mild mannered and cool Until he met the pit Now he wants to eat your babies Because of the Blood Code This is why we kill people Just this and Doom High soft drink prices Make me angry too! |
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| Heterodox | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Here I go out in the frey Gonna survive for another day Start out quick and have no fear Chop them down from ear to ear Dinosaur, dinosaur on the loose! Rather go get hanged by the noose Forty levels I've yet to go Gonna stomp around, boost my score I've got no choice Take all of the shots No rest for toilet breaks, just find myself a pot And when the hours pass, there's no place for a save We're stomping dinosaurs, stay out of the way! It's 4 am, everyone's asleep All but the night zombies and me Keep it up, don't slip or spill Find the cavemen, kill kill kill! Take the pain and push it out Blistered thumbs won't stop me now Two more levels, keep up the pace 8-bit treatment glows in my face The mission's long, not for the weak and frail Can't back down now, past the point to bail And when the hours pass, there's no place for a save We're stomping dinosaurs, stay out of the way Brain's gone fried, scrambled eggs Power surge, the light's gone out And so's the game, and so's my brain Neighbor got thrown off the roof Keep the children locked away I'll be sane another day Take no prisoner's, leave no evidence All was worth it in the end |
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| Alibi | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Now I ain't telling no lie I was only there to satisfy No I didn't commit no crime I just wanted to have a good time There's just one thing for sure I'm only guilty of wanting to score I just had to get it on with her I didn't commit no murder Got a sex alibi, sex alibi That's my sex alibi, my sex alibi Now here's the position I'm in Fornication is the only sin I like to do for my leisure All I gave her was vicious pleasure There's only one thing for sure I'm only guilty of wanting to score I just had to get it on with her I didn't commit no murder Got a sex alibi, sex alibi That's my sex alibi, my sex alibi |
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| Project Black | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I can't help but wonder what they're hiding in there Aliens or spy planes, you can't see them from the air Johnny Doe works there, he see's himself in Feria What are they hiding in the 51st Area? I know a girl who had the (clap clap clap) She claims she knows the ins and outs She drives a Gremlin with a lime green paint job She has a black eye, must've "ran into a door knob" Oh no They're going to make me go They're homing in on me And aiming for my legs Some people drive their cars They have windshields on their cars Some of them have tinted windows I wanna be your tinted window Do do do do do do do do Da da da da da da da da da Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah La la la la la la la la la la la I'm going back to see what all the fuss is about This time I might try to take a different route Oh golly molly, they're dissecting earthworms Brad Pitt is a star, and he did it on his own terms I met a girl who caught the (wha-wah!) She used to work inside the Area She blew the lid off the long-standing secret They make Vanilla Coke, and they make it perfect Oh no They're trying to make me go The beverage is ice cold They really broke the mold Some people drive their cars They have windshields on their cars Some of them have tinted windows I wanna be your tinted window Do do do do do do do do Da da da da da da da da da Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah La la la la la la la la la la la |
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| Ham Basket | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| No need / For greed Not sure / Hate fur Break-fast / Sound crass Not heard / More words But I know it's just so over-rated And there's no more room left to debate it Take a second look, decide to pass it There's no more need, I concede Ham Basket (I know I'm going hungry now) Be free / With glee Eat mints / Take hints Raw fish / False wish Bad past / Cross last Carry on, your jeans are faded Your argument is equal-weighted Round and round, decide to mask it There's no more need, I concede Ham Basket (I know I'm going hungry now) |
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| Cherry Cordial | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Don't believe what everyone said Elvis is King, not even close to dead 'C'mon, rock me mama' Team Rocket makes a pretty cute couple Prepare for trouble, and make it double 'Cuba sucks, down with Cuba!' Oh baby, tell me what's the matter? A little more leg, and a little less chatter I can't hear my supper cooking... We got a 419 on our hands That's okay, we'll just pick up another one They hang out by the water company Let's find a place to shake and dance We won't get in trouble till I take off my pants You can dance The Clock or take a ride on the Pony Does anyone ever even watch the Tony's? Drinking lots of water helps you lose weight Charlie and his peeps killed Sharon Tate I don't wanna get up to answer the phone Rest in peace Dee-Dee and Joey Ramone She's looking for a fancy bed You take her to the Motel 6 instead You know what to do, tell 'em Jesse Quick boys, man your stations! It's time to fend off the robot invasion ALERT! I am too funky! Well I'm not really your sister It doesn't matter, you still would've kissed her God bless the Japanese The building that we're in is on fire I'm not joking, its really on fire! Seriously, folks, we're gonna char! Let's find a place to shake and dance No we won't get in trouble till I take off my pants Squall was a meanie before he got nice You check for ticks and comb for head-lice 'You're gonna do it my way, or no way at all' For hair, the man had a waterfall Look me in the eyes I wanna let you know La la la la la la la la Lhasa Apso |
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