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FACE IN THE CROWD

SERIAL KILLER

THE SUN'S GONNA SHINE

MISERY

NOW YOU'RE GONE

STORM 96

GLASS WOMAN

DOWN, SO DOWN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S H U T   I T  U P

©1993-97 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

 

I've seen good times and hard times, I've seen troubles come and go.

I know what it feels like when you're down and out,

ain't nobody gonna tell me nothin' I don't know.

You  wanna tell me what I should do, I say, "Get outta my face".

I know, everybody knows but you, and I'm tired of hearing your running mouth,

 

Shut it up, I don't want to hear it.

Shut it up, I don't want to hear it. shut it up.

 

I take you down, down the street so rough, do you really think you can follow?

Then I think your words you know they won't be so tough,

they'll be rammed down you throat, for you to swallow,

 

(repeat chorus)

 

Life can be so hard, you know it's true, so why do I have to tell you?

I think you should just go on back home,

back to your little small town where you belong.

 

(repeat chorus)

 

 

 

Guitar Queen (for lack of a better title)

 ©1997 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

Going into town on a Saturday night,

Red lipstick and her Levis tight.

Looking so fine, she’s a sight to behold,

flashy like a shiny new piece of gold.

She’s got a plan tonight, She’s gonna play it right…………

 

She’s a guitar queen, so sassy and mean.

Take you down and show you what she’s got.

 

Watch out boys, she’s ready to go.  

Chew you up and spit you out so slow.

Rippin like a brand new pair of strings.

Just can’t handle what this lady brings. 

She’s got a plan tonight, She’s gonna play it right…………

 

She’s a guitar queen, so dirty and mean.

Rip you into shreds, man she’s so hot.

 

She looks so nice, she looks so sweet.

She almost has you believing.

She looks so calm, she looks so tame,

but looks can be decieving…….

 

Going into town on a Saturday night,

Red lipstick and her Levis tight.

Looking so fine, she’s a sight to behold,

flashy like a shiny new piece of gold.

She’s got a plan tonight, She’s gonna play it right…………

 

She’s a guitar queen, so sassy and mean.

Take you down and show you what she’s got.

She’s a guitar queen, so dirty and mean.

Rip you into shreds, man she’s so hot. 

 

 

 

 

F A C E   I N   T H E   C R O W D

    ©1995 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

You have seen me many times,  but I have never crossed your mind.

I stand patient waiting for the day,  a revelation makes you look my way. 

But right now....

 

I'm just a face in the crowd

yeah, just a face in the crowd.

 

You don't know it but soon you'll see,  that you are destined to notice me.

Until then I'll cope best that I can,  knowing one day I will be your man. 

 

(repeat chorus)

 

I've thought about it, you and I, my love lies dormant make me wanna cry.

Don't want no one night stands, no secret lovers, you are the one for me, there'll be no other.

 

(repeat chorus)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S E R I A L   K I L L E R

©1993-97 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

 

There is an evil, there is a darkness. 

Wielding a blade, and it is heartless.

Pain and fear, is what it needs. 

Upon human blood, is what it feeds.

 

Oh, Oh, Oh.....Serial killer, wouldn't want to be inside your head.

Oh, Oh, Oh.....Serial killer, to look upon the faces, you left dead.

 

Why Don't you stop, all your killing?  Do you really enjoy, lifes blood spilling?

Are you so different, from all of us?  Is it a sickness, or just blood lust?

 

(repeat chorus)

 

Do you stalk out your victims, or is it just random pick? Whichever way you choose, you no you make me sick.

What will you do, when it comes your turn?  Lucifer awaits, for your soul to burn.

 

(repeat chorus)

 

 

 

The Sun Is Gonna Shine

Lyrics by: Brian Pichulo

©1997 Brian Pichulo - All Rights Reserved

 

I’m writing, you this letter.  Baby, I think I’ve been better.

Well it’s safe to say, I’m alive and well, I think I’m better off, here in this hell

 

Oh, but these feelings, have been thrown away

but the words that rhyme, have gone astray

but it can’t rain, everyday

because the sun, is gonna shine

yes I know, the sun is gonna shine

the sun, is gonna shine.

 

Face the day, or at least I’ll try.  I’d like to take off, but I’m afraid to fly.

Too many words, too much advice.  It happens every day, at least once or twice.

 

Oh, but these feelings, have been thrown away

but the words that rhyme, have gone astray

but it can’t rain, everyday

because the sun, is gonna shine

yes I know, the sun is gonna shine

the sun, is gonna shine.

 

(lead)

 

Oh, but these feelings, have been thrown away

but the words that rhyme, have gone astray

but it can’t rain, everyday

because the sun, is gonna shine

yes I know, the sun is gonna shine

the sun, is gonna shine.

 

 

 

 

M I S E R Y

 ©1997 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

Daylight won't forget to dawn without me,

Lifeless heart scarred and shattered to pieces.

Yet the days roll on, taking their toll on me,

Dying as daylight reveals more wrinkles and creases.

 

Where has the time gone, is it really over?

Seems like yesterday, I was young and free.

Where has the time gone, has it really escaped me?

And left me her to die in misery.

 

Many ageless wonders set before my eyes to see.

But I'm blinded by father time and all his mystery.

And even though these images are offered up for free.

They'll never reach the soul fainting deep inside of me.

 

(repeat chorus)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

N O W   Y O U ' R E   G O N E

  ©1993-97 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

I remember, all the good times.

You're memory, never escapes my mind, no.

I recall, when we were oh so young. 

How we'd laugh and sing, in the summer sun.

 

But now you're gone, and life just goes on.

I'm writing you this song, now that you're gone.

 

Long as you're happy, you know that is my main concern.

And if you could, Lord I wish you would return.

How I long, to see your smiling face.

Cause in my heart, you know that there's an empty space.

 

(repeat chorus)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Storm 96

 ©1998 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

On the storm you keep ridin’

On the storm you keep ridin’

So many lived & cried in

so many lived & died in

Like a day without and end

or a man without a friend

On the storm you keep ridin’

 

There’s a killer outside you door

His twisted mind is to abhor

Back from holiday

You’re children tired of play

If you try to step outside

You may not make it back alive

Killer at you’re door

 

Girl you gotta love yourself

Girl you gotta love yourself

don’t be lead astray

By the games that men play

The strength in you abides

to feel a sense of pride

gotta love yourself

 

 

 

 

 

G L A S S   W O M A N

©1995 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

I've been hurt, for the very last time.  Had my fill of you and your crazy game.

I've been subjected, to your very last crime.  Inflicted against me and against my name.

 

You're a glass woman, I can see right through you.  And I'm not going to listen to anymore of your lies.

You're a glass woman, transparent through and through. No need to plead your case, so don't even try.

You could never see that you were killing me, one day at a time.

You never knew what you put me through, you were the only thing on your mind.

(repeat chorus)

 

You've been unfaithful, yeah I know it's true.  But I'm about to put an end to it once and for all.

You've been so hurtful, but I've thought it through.  All your stuff is on the front porch so go on out and have yourself a ball.

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

 

down, so down

 ©1998 William Timothy Malugin - All Rights Reserved

Jesus is my friend,  but I cluth my burbon and my gin,

Restless fleeting thoughts of unforgiven sin.

I  pray for the Lord,  to lift me from this pit.

As I reach for my bottle and my last cigarette,

 

down, so down,  I can’t seem to rise above the madness.

down, so down,  I can’t seem to overcome the sadness.

 

A bible on the bed,  a pistol pointed at my head,

In a drunken stuper wishing I were dead.

Waiting for a sign,  to ease my troubled mind,

Remembering the one who treated me unkind.

 

(repeat chorus)

 

I close my eyes and pray,  that there will come a day,

For all her sins she will have to pay.

As I take another drink,  with my mind on the brink,

Of my impending death I start to think.

 

 

 
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