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BUTTHOLE SURFERS lyrics

Rocky

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I knew he would do something very odd... Come on everybody, now you've got to understand In these times of revolution well you've got to be a little sensitive Now...wait a second people, now you've got to get a life We're gonna have a revolution and we don't even know why Brothers...sisters, too Revolution...don't know what to do Come on everybody now, you've got to get a life In these times of revolution now you must be prepared to die Now...wait a second people, now don't you think it's go a little out of hand? In these times of counter-revolution you're going to encounter a counter-revolutionary man Gary Shandling Gary Shandling (repeated immeasurable numbers of times)

Don't Let It Break You Down

Graham Parker "The Mona Lisa's Sister"
Intro: D G (4 times) D G D G Now don't get bent out of shape, don't start tearing out your hair D G D G One a sweet little angel, that stuff's nowhere D G D G When the bombs go off on Oxford Street and the kids beat up old people D G D G It's just a soundtrack for your life it's just everyday evil CHORUS Dm Bb Dm Bb Don't let it break you down Don't let it break you down Dm Bb D G D G Don't let it break you down Some people are in charge of pens that shouldn't be in charge of brooms They have the nerve to rip up a man's life in a paragraph or two And the aeroplanes get hijacked and all the Americans get killed And the children are addicted to a sugar-coated pill CHORUS then E G D (three times) Well you get sent out on the racetrack, you get spurs dug in your cheeks You'll see a winning post in the distance that you'll never reach And there's a hole in the atmosphere gets bigger every time you spray your hair And someone's drilling down through the earth just to see what's there CHORUS twice, then instrumental section with grunts and soft guitar and then ends on D

Pour Me Another

ATMOSPHERE "You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having"
[Slug] All she wanted was a little bit of solid Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me) Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around Thankin' mommy's god that it's a cop's town Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy Swerving through the galaxy, searching for a family Happily surrounded by planets and stars She was stuck uptown, you was landing on Mars It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar Another small step back for the man at the bar (hey bartender) Spill a little bit of blood on the street For the love that goes to those who they drink too much And hold your own glass up to the heavens Take a little time and try to count the seconds [Chorus] It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now Pour me another, so I could come let you down Pour me another, so I can remember how True that I am to this addiction of you [2X] [Slug] Drink it all away, numb it down to none Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun You say you hate your life, you ain't the only one Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run One double, for the hungar and the struggle Two for the fool trying to pull apart the puzzle Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble Trying to play with the passion and the placement Just to see what these people let him get away with Still trying to climb a mountain for you Hammer in my hand, still pounding on a screw She don't listen so he don't speak no more Nobody's winning 'cause neither is keeping score Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor [Chorus 2X] [Slug] Live life tipsy, Still if it don't fit right with me Kiss me whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds "How long does it take for the pace to break down" Another lonely little trophy If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home free And everybody in this bar thinks they know me And my story like "poor me" (yea, pour me another homie) I can count the days 'til you come back Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks I can stumble drunk over hope and love Or I could keep drinking until I sober up (hey waitress) [Chorus] [Slug] Bottles and pints, and shots and cans Couches and floors, and drunk best friends Models and whores, and tattooed hands Cities and secrets and cats and vans Good times, laughter, bad decisions Strippers and actors, and average musicians Mornings after and walks of shame They bartender knows me by my real name Sing it

For Sale

KASEY CHAMBERS "Wayward Angel"
Wouldn't you think that I'd have it all figured out by now that I'd know exactly what I'm dong wouldn't you think that I'd have a key to open every melody and sing like it is all here at my feet wouldn't you think that I'd have a life hanging on my wall so I could prove that I'm alive but these are just things I've been given for a plastic way of living and I'm not sure if that really is my style the second hand it rolls on by it never looks back to wait for mine and if I fall any harder this time if I dig any deeper Lord what will I find well you can buy my life on radio and order me by mail but not everything about me is for sale no not everything about me is for sale wouldn't you think that I'd have the strength to carry anything and I could buy myself a brand new set of hands but sometimes like the others I just ran away take cover and I swear that no one really understands the second hand that rolls on by it never looks back to wait for mine

Heresy

RUSH "Counterparts"
All around that dull grey world From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All around that dull grey world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? ¡¡

Shelter

Killarmy "Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars"
We gon do it like this, do it like this, word Check it out yo, yo, yo Chorus: (2x) Through difficult times it's hard to maintain Lookin for the shelter that blocks out the rain Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain But one thing's for sure black God remains [Beretta 9] Through difficult times lots of unexpected My pops disapproves cause I wanna make records But check it, my home life for second, I feel neglected I bounce the first chance I get, I stop to think a second I wreck it, damn I'm gonna need a place to sleep No major CREAM I call up the God Supreme I analyse, I'm plannin up a strategy Fuck a fantasy I'm dealin with reality Mentality that's wilder than the average cat I snatch a CREAM and sell a nigga's candlewax I hit the tracks, I hold cycle with my brothers All is understood, peace lies amongst each other But meanwhile, I maintain to keep the same I smoke a bone every now and then to ease the pain But through the struggle I know that only God remains Chorus (2x) [Shogun Assasson] The streets is bugged Seein young soldiers pedal drugs by the pound The scheme is to catch CREAM at a fast rate Start movin the product from state to state Lay up and watch the profits inflate Now you're a big time hustler, full time heavyweight contender But you must remember That your thoughts must be cold just like December Stay low key so you won't catch a case Throws comin in from the fiends who smoke base Madman clientele, see your apartment start to swell The last thing on your mind is a jail cell You're blind, all you see is money Lost in the illusion of luxury It's a shame, you're in the game for the fame and the name So spin the wheel of misfortune I heard with the sling that escorts ya Now your life is in jeopardy Because you the brothers that's livin in the army Chorus (2x) Keep calm and don't expose and weak points We'll all line up and fight together I say, we must all stay together as a single unit *continues on beginning of next track*

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