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  • Telefragged
    Terrified Of His Own Mind
    • Jan 2002
    • 457

    #46
    Sevendust - Home - "Bender"

    WAIT...CONTAIN ME
    AROUND ONLY TO...I SPIT
    Step on my disease -
    so nice to see me bleed
    Step on my disease - I cannot contain

    SLOW IT DOWN...I'M SO winded
    I've fallen down...again

    Taste numb of my teeth
    Forever makes me...sick!!

    Step on my disease-
    so nice to see me bleed
    Step on my disease - I cannot contain

    SLOW IT DOWN...I'M so winded
    I've fallen down...again
    I follow the walking dead

    Now that you found out -
    somewhat about me
    I wonder how long it will be before
    you leave

    SLOW IT DOWN - I'M SO winded -
    SLOW IT DOW
    I've fallen down...again
    SLOW IT DOWN - I'M so winded -
    So end it
    I've fallen down...again
    I follow the walking dead
    SPIT!!
    STUPID ....!!

    RadioHead - OK Computer - Karma Police

    Karma police
    arrest this man,
    he talks in maths,
    he buzzes like a fridge,
    he's like a detuned radio.

    Karma police
    arrest this girl,
    her Hitler hairdo
    is making me feel ill
    and we have crashed her party.

    This is what you get,
    this is what you get,
    this is what you get,
    when you mess with us.

    Karma police
    I've given all I can,
    it's not enough,
    I've given all I can
    but we're still on the payroll.

    This is what you get,
    this is what you get,
    this is what you get,
    when you mess with us.

    For a minute there
    I lost myself, I lost myself.
    Phew, for a minute there,
    I lost myself, I lost myself.

    For a minute there
    I lost myself, I lost myself.
    Phew, for a minute there,
    I lost myself, I lost myself.

    Sevendust - Home - Reconnect

    Here we all are standing here (SLAVE ME)
    Embrace me
    I try so hard to stay so clear (REPAY ME)
    Embrace me

    Slave (save me)
    Slave (forgive me)
    Slave me (confuse me)

    So glad the history is past (YOU HATE ME)
    You love me
    I will not ever make fast (YOU RAPE ME)
    You hate me
    Slave (save me)
    Save (forgive me)
    Slave me (confuse me)

    Another day I feel further from myself

    If you could only wear my shoes
    Then you'll see...(I NEED A DAY TO RECREATE)
    How we could feel so removed
    From what could be (I NEED A DAY TO RECONNECT)

    What would happen if this were gone
    Would you be there for how long

    Slave (save me)
    Save (forgive me)
    Slave me (confuse me)

    Another day I feel further from myself...
    Another day I feel further from myself...

    If you could only wear my shoes
    Then you'll see...(I NEED A DAY TO RECREATE)
    How we could feel so removed
    From what could be (I NEED A DAY TO RECONNECT)
    From what could be

    I need a day (I NEED A DAY)
    I need a day (I NEED A DAY)
    I need a day (I NEED A DAY TO RECREATE)

    Save me

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    • MajorDamage
      King of Polyester!
      • Dec 2000
      • 3141

      #47
      Originally posted by Heat
      Army- I bet this iss a surprize to you... I actually know that song... I heard it on casey casums (sp??) when I was like 14 and I've always hel;d to it everytime someone in my country poiunted at me and said something about how bad Americans are.

      I have no fav song...I do.. just too many.. so here's a kewl one

      4. Shadow of Def

      Now sit right back as I bust a "rhyme",
      I've got the "freshest" beats and I'm always on time,
      I'm the baddest of the best,
      Yeah I'm the king. Word
      Master of beats and the cross-fader,
      I'll cut off your hand just like Darth Vader,
      You step to me and you're gonna get "dissed"" homeboy".
      Come into my "crib",
      Maybe we could "chill",
      I might "cap" somebody,
      Or kick 'em in the "grill".

      Chorus
      I'm the "DJ" he's the "rapper",
      And the "homeboys" try to step,
      I'm the "DJ" he's the "rapper",
      In the valley of the shadow of "def".

      Yo. Yo, "homeboys" come and "homeboys" go,
      But I still kick the "Latin Lingo",
      Mi Espanol es no mui bueno.
      I'm "stone cold rhymin' "and "spinnin' "on the "wax",
      I give the old ladies heart attacks,
      'cause I'm "fresh" and "dope" and I'm "dissin' wac MC'S".
      I've got all my teeth capped,
      Chains to show my wealth,
      And I "check myself,
      Before I wreck myself."

      Well my name is Frankie T, and I'm here to "talk",
      About the meaning of Five Minute Walk.
      Some say its "wac",
      Some say it's "ill",
      Myself, "homeboy", thinks it's pretty "chill".
      Turn off the TV,
      Put down the phone,
      Go talk to "JC" and be alone.
      Talk to him five minutes a day,
      He won't "wig out" or "give you play",
      He will not "dis" you in the end,
      In fact "JC's" my "freshest" friend.

      Ask Major D this one's DOPE!
      Oldskool

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      • dre1919
        www.andrewsloan.com
        • May 2002
        • 1548

        #48
        This is my personal fav, it's called "Hammering in my Head" by Garbage. They are a wicked cool band always trying to push the envelope of pop/rock music. Very interesting. Plus, it's not bad that Shirley Manson's real easy on the eyes. (The red hair was better though )


        I was stressed but you're freestyle
        I'm overworked but I'm undersexed
        I must be made of concrete
        I signed my name across your chest
        Give out the same old answers
        I trot them them out for the relatives
        Company tried and tested
        I use the ones that I love the best

        Like an animal you're moving over me
        Like an animal you're moving over me

        When did I get perverted
        I can't remember your name
        I'm growing introverted
        You touch my hand but it's not the same

        This was so unexpected
        I never thought I'd get caught
        Play boomerang with your demons
        Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off (bang bang)

        Like an animal you're moving over me
        Like an animal you're moving over me


        You should be sleeping my love
        Tell me what you're dreaming of
        You should be sleeping my love
        Tell me what you're dreaming of

        You should be sleeping my lover
        Tell me what you're dreaming of
        You should be sleeping my lover
        Tell me what you're dreaming of

        I knew you were mine for the taking
        I knew you were mine for the taking
        Knew you were mine taking when I walked in the room
        I knew you were mine for the taking
        I knew you were mine for the taking
        Your eyes light up when I walk in the room

        A hammering in my head don't stop in the bullet train
        From Tokyo to Los Angeles
        I'm leaving you behind
        A flash in the pan
        A storm in a teacup
        A needle in a haystack
        A prize for the winning
        A dead for the raising
        A catch for the chasing
        A jewel for the choosing
        A man for the making
        in this blistering heat

        Sweat it all out
        Sweat it all out
        With your bedroom eyes and your baby pout
        Sweat it all out
        In our electric storms and our shifting sands
        and our candy jars and our sticky hands
        Sweat it all out
        Sweat it all out
        Sweat it all out
        Sweat it all out
        Sweat it all out
        Sweat it all out

        Don't forget what I wrote you then
        And don't forget what I told you then
        And don't forget that I meant it when
        And don't forget your ventolin
        So hammering in my head don't stop
        In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles
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        • Xen

          #49
          Rage Against the Machine

          Guerrilla Radio

          Transmission third world war third round
          A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
          No shelter if youre looking for shade
          I lick shots at the brutal charade
          As the polls close like a casket
          On truth devoured
          A silent play on the shadow of power
          A spectacle monopolized
          The cameras eyes on choice disguised
          Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
          Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
          Yes a spectacle monopolized
          They hold the reins, stole your eyes
          All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
          Who stuff the banks
          Who staff the party ranks
          More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
          None of the above *Edit* it cut the cord
          Lights out guerilla Radio
          Turn that *Edit* up

          Contact I highjacked the frequencies
          Blockin the beltway
          Move on DC
          Way past the days of bombin MCs
          Sound off Mumia guan be free
          Who gottem yo check the federal file
          All you pen devils know the trial was vile
          An army of pigs try to silence my style
          Off em all out that box its my radio dial
          Lights out guerilla Radio
          Turn that *Edit* up

          It has to start somewhere
          It has to start sometime
          What better place than here
          What better time than now

          All hell cant stop us now

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          • mykroft
            Registered User
            • Jan 2001
            • 2010

            #50
            Skynyrd rocks, the Dropkick Murphy's too (But their best is still Cadence To Arms)

            But here goes, point to who can name the band:

            Locomotive Breath

            In the shuffling madness
            of locomotive breath,
            runs the all-time loser,
            headlong to his death.
            He feels the piston scraping --
            steam breaking on his brow --
            old Charlie stole the handle and
            the train won't stop going --
            no way to slow down.
            He see's his children jumping off
            at stations one by one.
            His woman and his best friend --
            in bed and having fun.
            He's crawling down the corridor
            on his hands and knees --
            old Charlie stole the handle and
            the train won't stop going --
            no way to slow down.
            He hears the silence howling --
            catches angels as they fall.
            And the all-time winner
            has got him by the balls.
            He picks up Gideon's Bible --
            open at page one --
            old Charlie stole the handle and
            the train won't stop going --
            no way to slow down.
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            • dre1919
              www.andrewsloan.com
              • May 2002
              • 1548

              #51
              Metallica? More presisely, off the "Kill 'em All" album? Back when Metallica made some seriously cool music, instead of just suing everyone.
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              • magmonkey
                Mass Destruction
                • Oct 2001
                • 775

                #52
                thordic .... thats flogging molly not dropkick

                When I was 13 I bought a skally cap, looked up to the older guys who drank at the rat couldn't wait to grow up just to drink with the crew put my name on the map and have a social few



                or

                another wake another time of premature good byes I watched you grow and ive seen you pass alway new that it wouldn't last so togther now we morn the loss and remember all the fun we'll drink the beer and hang out where death took another son soooooo mayyy thisssss ROUND BE ON THE CORPSE OF A DEAD MAN WITH A THOUSAND TALES OF A LOVE YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN

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                • m-98
                  Lazy
                  • Mar 2003
                  • 331

                  #53
                  Megadeth-Sweating Bullets

                  Hello me ... Meet the real me
                  And my misfits way of life
                  A dark black past is my
                  Most valued possessions
                  Hindsight is always 20-20
                  But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
                  Speak of mutually assured destruction?
                  Nice story ... Tell it to Reader's Digest !!!

                  Feeling paranoid
                  True enemy or false friend?
                  Anxiety's attacking me, and
                  My air is getting thin
                  I'm in trouble for the things
                  I haven't got to yet
                  I'm chomping at the bit and my
                  Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

                  Hello me ... It's me again
                  You can subdue, but never tame me
                  It gives me a migraine headache
                  Thinking down to your level
                  Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
                  And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
                  Mankind has got to know
                  His limitations

                  Feeling claustrophobic
                  Like the walls are closing in
                  Blood stains on my hands and
                  I don't know where I've been
                  I'm in trouble for the things
                  I haven't got to yet
                  I'm chomping at the bit and my
                  Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

                  Well, me ... It's nice talking to myself
                  A credit to dementia
                  Some day you too will know my pain
                  And smile its blacktooth grin
                  If the war inside my head
                  Won't take a day off I'll be dead
                  My icy fingers claw your back
                  Here I come again

                  Feeling paranoid
                  True enemy or false friend?
                  Anxiety's attacking me, and
                  And my air is getting thin
                  Feeling claustrophobic
                  Like the walls are closing in
                  Blood stains on my hands and
                  I don't know where I've been
                  Once you committed me
                  Now you've acquited me
                  Claiming validity
                  For your stupidity
                  I'm chomping at the bit
                  I'm sharpening the axe
                  Here I come again, whoa!
                  Sweating bullets

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                  • LittlePaintballBoy

                    #54

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                    • Skreemer
                      Registered User
                      • Nov 2001
                      • 87

                      #55
                      Originally posted by m-98
                      Megadeth-Sweating Bullets
                      Go M-98... personally I like Holy Wars... Punishment Due (kinda reflects some of the current events)

                      Brother will kill brother
                      Spilling blood across the land
                      Killing for religion
                      Something I don't understand

                      Fools like me, who cross the sea
                      And come to foreign lands
                      Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
                      Do you kill on God's command?

                      A country that's divided
                      Surely will not stand
                      My past erased, no more disgrace
                      No foolish naive stand

                      The end is near, it's crystal clear
                      Part of the master plan
                      Don't look now to Israel
                      It might be your homelands

                      Holy wars

                      Upon my podium, as the
                      Know it all scholar
                      Down in my seat of judgement
                      Gavel's bang, uphold the law
                      Up on my soapbox, a leader
                      Out to change the world
                      Down in my pulpit as the holier
                      Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God


                      Wage the war on organized crime
                      Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
                      Behind the lines
                      Some people risk to employ me
                      Some people live to destroy me
                      Either way they die

                      They killed my wife, and my baby
                      With hopes to enslave me
                      First mistake... last mistake!
                      Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
                      Next mistake... no more mistakes!

                      Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
                      Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't
                      Thinkin' it
                      Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
                      I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
                      And the lack of mercy killings
                      The Living Embodiment of Death

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                      • Python14
                        Norsk
                        • Jun 2001
                        • 3343

                        #56
                        She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult

                        Oh the heads that turn
                        Make my back burn
                        Oh the heads that turn
                        Make my back burn
                        The sparkle in your eyes
                        Keeps me alive
                        The sparkle in your eyes
                        Keeps me alive
                        And the world and the world
                        The world turns around
                        And the world and the world
                        The world drags me down
                        Oh the heads that turn
                        Make my back burn
                        The fire in your eyes keeps me alive
                        The fire in your eyes keeps me alive
                        I'm sure in her you'll find
                        The sanctuary
                        I'm sure in her you'll find
                        The sanctuary
                        And the world and the world
                        The world turns around
                        And the world and the world
                        The world drags me down

                        and Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode

                        Words like violence
                        Break the silence
                        Come crashing in
                        Into my little world

                        Painful to me
                        Pierce right through me
                        Can't you understand
                        Oh my little girl

                        All I ever wanted
                        All I ever needed
                        Is here in my arms
                        Words are very unnecessary
                        They can only do harm

                        Vows are spoken
                        To be broken
                        Feelings are intense
                        Words are trivial
                        Pleasures remain
                        So does the pain
                        Words are meaningless
                        And forgettable

                        All I ever wanted
                        All I ever needed
                        Is here in my arms
                        Words are very unnecessary
                        They can only do harm

                        Enjoy the silence
                        BLOODY MURDER!

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                        • Benfica4ever
                          Registered User
                          • Nov 2002
                          • 1583

                          #57
                          Disturbed

                          shout 2000
                          In violent times
                          You shouldn't have to sell your soul
                          In black and white
                          They really really ought to know
                          Those wondering minds
                          Who took you for a working whore
                          Kiss them goodbye
                          You shouldn't have to jump for joy
                          You shouldn't have to



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                          • than205
                            Dancer of the kookie jig!
                            • Dec 2001
                            • 947

                            #58
                            Know Your Rights
                            (The Clash)

                            This is a public service announcement
                            With guitar
                            Know your rights all three of them

                            Number 1
                            You have the right not to be killed
                            Murder is a CRIME!
                            Unless it was done by a
                            Policeman or aristocrat
                            Know your rights

                            And Number 2
                            You have the right to food money
                            Providing of course you
                            Don't mind a little
                            Investigation, humiliation
                            And if you cross your fingers
                            Rehabilitation

                            Know your rights
                            These are your rights
                            Wang

                            Know these rights

                            Number 3
                            You have the right to free
                            Speech as long as you're not
                            Dumb enough to actually try it

                            Know your rights
                            These are your rights
                            All three of 'em
                            It has been suggested
                            In some quarters that this is not enough!
                            Well..............................

                            Get off the streets
                            Get off the streets
                            Run
                            You don't have a home to go to
                            Smush

                            Finally then I will read you your rights

                            You have the right to remain silent
                            You are warned that anything you say
                            Can and will be taken down
                            And used as evidence against you

                            Listen to this
                            Run
                            Thanotos

                            http://www.factcheck.org

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                            • RT pRo AuToMaG
                              (un)official MatrixDM4Tech
                              • Mar 2002
                              • 1000

                              #59
                              The Irrationality of Rationality-by NOFX (maybe not my faveroite, but can't think of anything else right now)

                              Dave, the new CEO, had to answer to the board
                              The board was getting anxious, and the shareholders were on the bed, legs in air, *** cheeks open wide, they were about to get ****** like it was their first time.
                              When one makes twenty million, and ten thousand people lose, what keeps that one from swallowing a shotgun?

                              Dan, the company man, felt loyalty to the corp.
                              After 16 years of service, and a family to support, he actually started to believe, that the chemicals and wepantry were for national defence, because Danny had a mortguage, and a boss to answer to, the guilty don't feel guilty they learn not to.

                              Helen, is living in her car, trying to feed her kids. She got laid off from work, and here house was reposessed, but it's hard to think clearly when it's 38 degrees, maybe that's why she shot that family, and moved into their home. (I dont know the words that go right here)
                              The papers said she suffered from dementia.

                              I wrote that from my head so some parts may be wrong/incomplete.
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                              • m-98
                                Lazy
                                • Mar 2003
                                • 331

                                #60
                                Originally posted by Skreemer


                                Go M-98... personally I like Holy Wars... Punishment Due (kinda reflects some of the current events)
                                Love Holy Wars, I also like Hanger 18 and Return to Hanger, riffs are awesome.

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