Junkyard
I'm long gone from vertical, somewhere south is stopping me I'm long gone from the american dream, you may decide it's not for me I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not for you. I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide there's nothing there born in a junkyard I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide that it's not good I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not that good I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me. born in a junkyard gone Transcribed by: phth46e@prodigy.com (Philip Elmer)
Love Gun (Kiss cover)
I really love you baby I love what you've got Let's get together, we can Get hot No more tomorrow, baby Time is today Girl, I can make you feel Okay No place for hidin' baby No place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun You can't forget me baby Don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama So don't try I'll be a gambler, baby Lay down the bet We get together, mama You'll sweat No place for hidin' baby No place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun) Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun) Love gun, (love gun) Love gun, (love gun) Love gun, (love)
Marigold
He's there in case I won it all He's scared because I won He's scared in case I want it all He's scared 'cause I won All in all the clock is slow Six color pictures all in a row Of a marigold
Laminated Effect
You said you changed! Boom boom boom (possibly drums?) Like to do experiments Do do do (possibly drums?) Why are you so mean to me?
The Money Will Roll Right In
I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in The money will roll right in Originally by Fang
Moist Vagina
She had a moist vagina I particularly like the circumfrance I've been sucking the walls of her anus Marijuana I prefered her to any other Marijuana
My best friends girl (The Cars' cover)
you're always dancing down the street with your suede blue eyes and every new boy that you meet he doesn't know the real surprise here she comes again when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky she'll make you flip here she comes again when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky you kinda like the way she dips she's my best friend's girl she's my best friend's girl and she used to be mine you've got your nuclear boots and your drip dry glove and when you bite your lip it's some reaction to love
My Sharona (The Knack cover)
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one When you gonna give me some time, Sharona Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run Got it comin' off o' the line, Sharona Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona When you gonna give to me, a gift to me Is it just a matter of time, Sharona? Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona? Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona ------ lead guitar ------ Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
No Quarter (Led Zeppelin cover)
Close the door put out the light, You know they won't be home tonight. The snow falls hard and don't you know, The winds of Thor are blowing cold. They're wearing steel that's bright and true. They carry news that must get through. They choose the path where no one goes. They hold no quarter. They hold no quarter. Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step. The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more. They carry news that must get through, To build a dream for me and you. They choose the path where no one goes. They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
Oh, the Guilt
She seems to think She seems too weak She takes a week to get over it She likes the sea She likes to see She likes to think she has all of it She likes the sound She likes the sand She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit She likes to be She's into guilt Guilt She likes to think she likes to drink She seems too weak, she takes all the rent She likes the time she owns the time She borrows time to self-invent She seems too weak she likes to see She likes to think she has all of it She likes the sand she likes to stand She likes to sit she likes to go Go She likes to be She likes to go Go
On The Mountain / You got no right (Hole version)
I would never bother you I would never promise to I would never bother you I would never promise to If I say that word again I would move away from here You won't be afraid of fear You won't be afraid of fear You won't be afraid of fear I am walking in the piss Always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell And I have never felt so well You know you're right You know you're right You know you're right It's cold now come inside I no longer have to hide Let's talk about someone else She just wants to love herself She moves away from here She just wants to love herself I won't move from here You won't be afraid of fear I won't move from here You won't be afraid of fear I am walking in the piss Always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell And I have never been so well You know you're right You know you're right You know you're right Maybe you're right... These lyrics are from Hole's Unplugged, Nirvana's version is slightly different
Opinion
Congratulations you have won It's a years subscription of bad puns. And it makes your story our concern And you set it up for returns (before it burns?) (You said it all and you glory burns?) My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (4x) And there seems to be a problem here. Your state of emotion seems to clear. You rise and fall like wall street stock And they had an affect on our happy talk. Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (2x) My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (2x) Congratulations you have won It's a years subscription of bad puns. And it makes your story our concern And you set it up for returns (before it burns?) (You said it all and you glory burns?) Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (3x) My opinions. Mmm. Mmm.
Pay To Play
Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I Walk around, follow you -- I don't know why I Throw it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I Pay Pay to play Walk an inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know why I Never mind, eat and run (or: Never ment to eat and run) -- I don't know why I Fuck your ass, for the fun (or: From the ass, for the fun) -- I don't know why I I don't know why I Pay Pay to play
Pen Cap Chew
Ummm, lies again (Once again?) Ummm, mine x3 (lies?) Ummm, mmmm You go, you give, you get, you get to me All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go You go, you give, you get, you get to me Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails Ummm, lies again (Once again?) Ummm, mine x3 (lies?) Ummm, mmmm You're lonely Waste your time by saying he was gullible (sp?) Give up all additions in there where it's cold Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh lyrics transcribed by Mike Farmer <(mfarmer@mail.coin.missouri.edu)
Raunchola (Run Rabbit, Run)
If it's a hard, cold beat You can go dance every night You won't get it shown It won't be missing the spice You won't know that it hit ya ?????????????????????????????? Nothing'll make you win Even the law won't fight Yeah! Looking to make your winning Even if it makes you look nice You (I?) got a sound that's nice Watching (making?) the days go by You can't go to the day lord's house We don't have no doubt We go to too many cocktails Pimples in way.. ??????????????????????????????
Return of the Rat
You better watch out You better beware They're coming from all sides of the country You better beware Return of the rat No, no, no, no! You better confess You had better confess You start to confess and see them through it You better confess Originally by Greg Sage and the Wipers
RIO
Wow! moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice with a step to your left and a flick to the right you catch that mirror way out west you know you're something special and you look like you're the best her name is rio and she dances on the sand just like that river twisting through a dusty land and when she shines she really shows you all she can oh rio rio dance across the rio grande I've seen you on the beach and I've seen you on tv two of a billion stars it means so much to me like a birthday or a pretty view but then I'm sure that you know it's just for you hey now (wow) look at that did he nearly run you down at the end of the drive the lawmen arrive you make me feel alive alive alive I'll take my chance cause luck is on my side I tell you something I know what you're thinking I tell you something I know what you're thinking her name is rio and she dances on the sand just like that river twists across a dusty land and when she shines she really shows you all she can oh rio rio dance across the rio grande her name is rio she don't need to understand I might find her if I'm looking like I can oh rio rio hear them shout across the land from mountains in the north down to the rio grande Originally by Duran Duran
Sappy
And if you say your prayers You will make God happy And if you do what's true You will make me happy I'll keep you in a jar And you will seem happy I'll give you breathing holes You will think you're happy, now You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room And if you save yourself You will make him happy He'll bring you fine rewards Then you will feel happy I'll keep you in my room I'm sure you'll be happy And if you save your soul You will think you're happy now You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room
Spank Thru
This song is for lovers out there And the little light in the trees And all the flowers have gingivitis And the birds fly happily We're together once again my love I need you back, oh baby baby I can't explain just why we lost it from the start Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart... I can feel it I can hold it I can rub it I can shape it I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it Beat it Masterbate it I been looking for days now (day glow?) Always hearing the same ol' City boy won't you spank thru? (City boy are you faithful?) I can make you do things you won't think you ever could
Spectre (Misery Love Company)
To hope is admittance Feed before beginning Double-sided cynics Reflected images Don't be so selfish Leaving me this Follow it far To find where you are You haven't grown Go on alone Never finished his sentence Remained in seclusion For the next few days Family is circuling He having moved up All the styles of heresy Finally he appeared unexpectedly Looking for company
Sweet emotion (Aerosmith cover)
Talk about things and nobody cares Wearing other things that nobody wears Ya callin' my name, but I gotta make it clear Can't say where I'm gonna be in a year. Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent Said my get up and go musta got up & went. You got good news but you're a real good liar Cause backstage lover set your pants on fire. Riff 8x, then sweet emotion 2x Pulled into town in a police car Your daddy said I took you just a little too far. Tellin' other things, but your girlfriend lied Can't catch me cause the rabbit done died. Standin' in front just shakin' your ass. Take you back stage you can drink from my glass. Talk about something you can sure understand Cause a month on the road and i'll be eatin' from your hand.
Talk To Me
Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on Don't let me detain you Try to ride along Don't you lie, knowing I am not sad I am not silly I am not chippin' I am not chippin' away Talk to me In your own language, please In your own Talk to me In your own language please Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man Leader of the band Makes a mental hell I won't weather it well Well I never Saw it with my arm Paint it with my heart Paint it with my eyes and make it right Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man You don't want to hear this Nothin' but a whore I will play the leader With pain Now you know I'm needy Lay them down easy Lay them down easy Talk to me In your own language please
The End (The Doors cover)
This is the end My only friend, the end This is the end My only friend, the end I'll offer you some ???? I'll offer you sexualism and a masculin man You can rephrase my friend The killer woke up in Belgium And he poured alot of syrup on his waffle And he walked down the hall And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits And then he walked out of the hall And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket And I see that waffle house jukebox And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot And I lift that quarter out of my pocket And I say, I wanna hear the waffle house theme So I walk up to the jukebox, And I said Come on in I believe I will (I belive I will) At the waffle house I got a six pack and nothin to do
The Priest They Called Him
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting late and no money to score. He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife. Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight. Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes, familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway. "Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare. The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway. The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner. Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had, or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy. Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet," he said, and walked quickly away with the case. Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously. "Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather." "Well, some joker didn't cure it." The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor. "Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is. Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel. Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya, blow your stack about three lousy cents. The doctor was not pleased to see him. "Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!" The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream. "I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around! I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctor's face. "I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!" The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical. The Priest's expression did not change. The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man, and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you." "Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you." "All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk, rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor. "These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels, toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin. Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper. He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door, room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language. The Priest had had enough bad news in his life. He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something. In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen. "Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door." He could hear someone hobbling across the floor. A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed. "What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs. "A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race, it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper. "It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor." The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen. He went back to his room and sat down on the bed. Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays. He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest, there was no need to call one.
Verse Chorus Verse
And if you save yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass And you'll think you're happy now You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue just came to you, oh And if you cut yourself You will think you're happy He'll keep you in a jar Then you'll make him happy He'll give you breathing holes Then you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass Then you'll think you're happy now You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh And if you fool yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar Then you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes Then you will seem happy You'll wallow in his shit Then you'll think you're happy now You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh
Yes, she is my skinhead
Yes, She Is My Skinhead by Nirvana I said I want to meet you aah I said I want to fuck you inside I said I want to fuck you aah I said I want to meet you inside I said I want to meet you aah I said I want to fuck you inside I said I want to fuck you aah I said I want to meet you Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my skinhead Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my little pet I'm fuckin all set to beat you Keep keepin' all the lovely faces Mathematic I'm a over and I'll race it Stop sulking and I ought to trace it Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my skinhead Yes she is my skinhead girl Checkinist girl this girl is (my) world Yaaahhh!!! Ah 14X Aaahhh!! I'll tell you what's good to look now Can all it be impossible When a villain in the face of God On a Sunday And I feel like a motivation I'm on a mission to kill myself Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my skinhead Yes she is my skinhead girl Checkinist girl this girl is (my) world Yes she is my skinhead girl She's gonna take me for a whirl Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my little pet Make ready for affection But I met my love Originally by Unrest