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Bad Examples lyrics - Bad Is Beautiful

Not Dead Yet

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I was born too late to play in the Rolling Stones I don't know Jimmy Page, I never met Yoko Ono Standing with a Strat, I'm rock and roll's bastard son Go out, get drunk, get laid, have fun I don't got a million dollars, don't drive a Cadillac Gimme half a chance, 'cause I'm not dead yet (Chorus) I'm not dead yet - not dead yet I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back You'd better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet I been machine-gunned, hand-gunned, hijacked, left for dead Divebombed, napalmed, nuclear warheaded Dropped from a jet plane with no parachute Shot by a firing squad and raped by a business suit I'm dancing on a landmine, one leg left But I can still crawl and I'm not dead yet Chorus Well, you're bigger, tougher, meaner, rougher Dirtier and uglier and sneakier and trickier You wanna shoot me with a gun, cut me with a knife Take your bare hands and rip out my eyes You kicked me in the balls and bit me in the neck Hit me again, 'cause I'm not dead yet Chorus Well there's a mugger in the alley, there's a sniper in the hall There's a girl at the bar wants to get me by the balls The hangman is hanging if I autograph the noose And Lee Harvey Oswald's brother's on the loose There's a Mafia hitman with a bullet for my back Someday he's gonna get me, but I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet - not dead yet I'm a wild card waiting in the middle of the deck You'd better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet Chorus

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TRILLVILLE "The King of Crunk and BME Recordings"
(chorus)wat it is hoe wats up (wats up) can a nigga get in them cuts (them cuts)cut you up like you aint been cut (been cut) show yo ass how to really catch a nut well give me yo number and ill call (ill call) and ill follow that ass in the mall (in the mall) take ya home let u juggle my balls (my balls) while im beatin down your walls (oooyea) this yo boi funkadelli wats the business baby ive been eyein you all day in the mall miss lady you lookin good i think i seen yo ass in the hood with yo friends dressed up tryin to front if ya could but anyway gone and drop a number or somethin so i can call ya later on on your phone or somethin take ya home and maybe we can bone or somethin it's no limit to what we do cuz tonight we cuttin, gut bustin im diggin ya walls somethin vicious wit yo legs to the ceilin catchin nut so serious you delirious or might i say you taste so delicious wit yo pretty brown skin like almond joys and kisses and you a certified head doctor number one scholar that takes dick in the ass and won't holla bend ya over and ill follow u straight to the room where it goes down lovely in the legional dome. (chorus) shit you know the deal before the nigga even stepped in damn they in that hot scene like ya gonna melt yo know i give it to ya run out of breath then bust a nut all over yourself the first time i call you jigglin on my balls in and out of ya jaws i was eatin down yo walls cant yo ass break a loss for playa for the cause and every time you seen a G you was slippin off ya drawls i call i met yo ass at the mallin the fall you the one wit the dress on let me take you home show yo ass bust a nut (nut) up in the gut cut you up like you never been cut up from the back(back) to the side (side) to the front turn around (around) you down to ride i smack them thighs any way that u want me so goin see about a pimp in that market and thats fa sho (chorus) What the business babycan i get in them jrawls i like the way yo hands rub against my balls cuz you the one a nigga made us out to kill them all with yo pretty brown skin and thick thighs and all ONE THIRTY-FIVE PETITEand your smell is unique maybe we can exchange numbers AND HOOK UP IN THEweek oh you a freak i knew itfrom the first time i saw you the way you played wit yo tongue i knew right then i would call you so what it is they call me superdog from the ville and ima tell you like thiscuz a nigga so real stay trille cuz all i want to do is just drill wit that ass in the air and the pussy ill kill and i feel you love to fuck up on the hill suck dick from behind and take in your grill so bitch chill and shout yo mouth for just a second while U lay ON YUOR BACK AND I DIG ALL IN IT (chorus)

Death Magick For Adepts

CRADLE OF FILTH "Midian"
Come distortured artists Bitter things seek meaning Even if they're madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls That fear the living's toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today's inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno Where even Virgil averts His eyes From the black mass mutual gang rape Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates To a world bloodlet to shades Where Seraphim (Falling on deaf ears) bleat Of their cold and coming Master's race In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon Chimiracles will hatch like plots To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust! Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want He betrayed us with white lies His acrid pall as of the tomb Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool's paradise Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos Folding to far graver arms A downfall fatal to all resounds As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings Under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning Like the robes we've torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest Lest We are left with nothingness Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse Then the comets that graxe nightskies Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It's rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah's true name is naught Chist acannot save Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps Spells of regret... Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool's paradise Glutted on cruel appeitites... We've woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World's end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it's worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty Prey to phallus seas That hiss and foam to douse disease A storm roars on the way Blacker than the Ace of Rapes Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves...

Pride Parade

DON MCLEAN
It started out quite simply, as complex things can do; A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through, But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass; A prisonor of all your dreams that never come to pass. Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought, And blinded by your hunger all your apetites are bought, But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain; A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain. CHORUS: And your friends are together, Where the people are all gathered, All along the road you travelled all your days. And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe, And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve, And all at once you're lost within the emptieness of you, And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do. You're left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark, Like tinder resting on a rock, protected from the spark, But your fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain, And you stand in all your glory and you know you can't complain. CHORUS But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell, For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell. You have lost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies; Deceptions hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes. For I know you for what you are not for that's really all you are. And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far. And we both know that this masquerade can't carry on too long. You're deep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong? CHORUS

Woman Be My Country

Johnny Clegg
Here we stand on the edge of the day Faces melting in the african rain So many seasons of silent war So many drowned before they reached the shore Nothing is clear to me any more in this sad and strange landscape I've got no defense, I've got no attack I can't leave, I can't stay and I've got no way back Hard to deal with the way things have been I can't lie but the truth is so extreme Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Hide me deep inside your borders in these dark and troubled times Remember me my innocence before I drowned in the sea of lies Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Too many seasons of quiet rage Too many young people just wasted away Too many futures hanging in the balance Too much owing nothing left to pay A lonely flag flutters in the breeze for the hardened hearts who still want to believe Am I the witness or am I the crime A victim of history or just a sign of the times Across my heart questions and shadows still fly But in the dead of the night I know where the answer lies Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine I have no flag, I sing no anthem, I no longer carry an armalite Bathe me in you sweet rivers, anoint me with your touch and your smile To your colours I give my allegiance, I lay it on the line Ngikhathele ngifile wena weqat' izwe (I am dead tired of you who causes friction in the land) Ngikhathele ngifile zindaba zakho (I am dead tired of you, and your matters) Yash' imizi yobada (The homes of my fathers are burning) Chorus

The Golden Idol

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON "Surreal Thing"
Well, they've made a Golden Idol of the girl you used to be Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree. Yeah, they've dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new disguise Nailin' artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes In that golden coach that turns into a bed, You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead. 'Cause they'll paint your burning beauty with a coat of shiny lies And they'll blind you with their wine so you won't even realize 'Til you watch the face you're washing disappearing down the drain And you're staring in your mirror going privately insane And that golden crown they've pushed down on your head You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead. Look around them golden sidewalks that you're walking on today And you'll see that lonely gutter just a careless step away And that altar that they're building you don't even understand 'Cause you're dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their hands. You'll be dancing in the darkness when their music disappears And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear 'Til your broken body's bleeding on an altar made of stone And you've sacrificed your soul to please a world that's sick and wrong And you never heard a single word I said. Aww, make it, gal, before you wake up dead.

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