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ELVIS COSTELLO lyrics - Goodbye Cruel World

Room With No Number

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Picture a hotel room Clothes scattered across the floor Covers pulled back from the pillow A sign hung on the door Two lovers locked up tight Through the endless days and nights Hiding something they can't show Something no-one must know Chorus There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy as you take your key They smile at you so understandingly She cried out in the night Woke the porter from his sleep He grinned slyly to himself As he went to fetch his keys Look what love has brought them to This terrible nightmare His or hers he could not tell As they were sleeping there Chorus And I wish he could be The man he was before he was me A girl arrived at first light And enquired if they'd been seen And why the numbers ran from twelve Missing out thirteen And they said oh my darling Put it down to superstition Try to avoid a scandal And don't arouse suspicion They re-arranged the furniture They even papered over the door There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy as you take your key They smile just so so you know Chorus

Big Gun

AC/DC
Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy There's a bad man cruising around In a big black limousine Don't let it be wrong Don't let it be right Get in his way You're dead in his sights CHORUS: Big gun Big gun number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Terminators, Uzi makers Shootin' up Hollywood Snakes alive with a .45 Setting off and doing no good If you ain't wise they'll cannibalise Tear flesh off you Classified lady killers Prayin' in the human zoo They saddle you up And take you to town Better look out When he come around CHORUS (Show down) Big gun, got a hot one Big gun, got a number one Big gun, loaded and cocked Big gun, hot hot hot Got big gun, ready or not Big gun, give it, give it a shot Terminator, Uzi makers Regulators, gonna get you later Big gun kick the hell out of you

Sick

LAGWAGON
I've been living for years in question, some obsession Was I less to live with no answers, as a life cried wolf I'm ashamed to mention my anguish, but silence lies empty If I say it again can I kill it, will you lend me your ears Breathe in breathe out exhale, acting sweating A broken smile provides them a view, projection is nothing new Just once I would like them to feel it, suffer in my skin For a moment stand in my shoes, filled with swelling blues I keep this room, and this room keeps me, chained to my organs I am quarantined, to a place that's dark, staring at three walls The door is locked to them Maybe now that they all know it, you'll find solace As you're drowning in narcissism, or is it self-loathing Cause you fought it all in your head boy, psychosomatic They used to humor you now they pity you, and nothing's changed I keep this room, and this room keeps me, chained to my organs I am quarantined, to a place that's dark, staring at three walls The door is locked to them The door is locked behind me, if I say it again can I kill it Because they're sick of my complaining and i am sick of being sick Maybe these will cure you completely, chemicals deeply Saviors until you're dependent, don't let them go to your head I'm ashamed to mention my anguish, but silence lies empty, silence lies

Defective Trip (Trippin')

Gravediggaz "Six Feet Deep"
Wanna see something that could make ya sick? Stand in front of jets on the Gaza strip I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage Then I get blitzed from the charge I felt my head swayin, my eyes in a daze Felt and violence and off balance I got drugged for days A room full of smog, I dipped it in my dart then I threws it at my dog I need another hit, Hurry, Quick! Hurry, Quick! My high's takin signs and the shit's about to kick I'm gaspin' for air, my vision dissapears, I'm blinkin' and I'm thinkin'--Yeah! Word, cause that's the shit I was hawkin So stay the fuck away cuz I spit when I'm talkin Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Punk-- When I'm trippin' Chorus Some people like cheeba, some like brew, I get mad lifted off four gallons of glue, Pretty soon I spin like a top, In the middle of the room And the shit won't stop! Now What I see when I triiiiippppp....... The rats in the basement all start to flip, All through my building, from door to door, I swear there's a fire, so I piss on the floor, Now down the corridor was old fat Ned, Schemin' on a blowjob from a crackhead, He was like 'hey wanna piece little man?' I was like 'Yo, I'm better off with my haaaannnndddd!!!!!!!' Oh shit, reality returns, I need another hit but the glue won't burn, I'm cukoo and murderous, Just plain nuts, smokin' sodium menthol cigarette butts, and trippin'.... Chorus (yo, pass it man) 86 on the strip, and yo' my hands was -------, the reaper, the keeper, my niggaz let's get-------- ----------- i put the high on the stimuli, I'm like the two face, like the signs of gemini, My head keeps on spinnin', constantly continuin' Two tabs of mescaline, fucks up my adrenaline, I'm in a----.......Uhhhh....I can't escape it, It's like..uggghh....goddamit--I hate it! So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine, The wine, it fucks up my mind, everytime, I'm goin', and all I wanna be doin' is bonin', But like a dope fiend character I'm ------, I'm stuck, fl-fl-flipping, sssslipping.......... I'm tripping............ Life of the----- Can be stopped by accident When you're tripping (Cuz I'm trippin')

White Room

ALISHA'S ATTIC
(Poole/Martin/Poole) (Chorus) You are entering the White Room That's the password And you can leave your hang-ups At the door now Coz this is the White Room My asylum And you are welcome Look at all you pretty people Walking past my eyes The room is getting smaller There's a bright light deep inside My toes are curling upwards And my shoes have left my feet They took away my velvet chair My name is obsolete But Hell, we can get dreamy Yeah Delicious, we can be happy Yeah So happy I've been thinking about you Yeah And if you wanna come in You got to knock three times (Repeat Chorus) Good Heavens! I don't know how you got here Did you sneak inside my head? Did you say a few sweet words And sneak inside my bed? Look at this, a huge big pillow Come and lay your mind And walk inside my crooked thought And see what fun you'll find Oh Hell, we can get dreamy Yeah Delicious, we can be happy Yeah So happy, I've been thinking about you Yeah And if you wanna come in You got to knock three times (Repeat Chorus) Positively spiritual Definitely sexual Could it be I'm cynical? Or could it be I…well I Like I said Override, satisfied Our love hits on the red ‘Til you show me that secret weapon That shoots my fears all dead This is the White Room My asylum And you are welcome! (Repeat Chorus to fade) Return

Fearless Love

David Wilcox "East Asheville Hardware"
Fearless love, fearless love Fearless love makes you cross the border At your church they asked for volunteers To make a presence in the park That's where the wicked planned to demonstrate And carry signs to set a spark Someone behind you heaved a stone That struck the thin man behind his ear So now there's blood upon his sign Which read There's nothing here to fear The wrath of god, somebody yelled Will punish all of those like him But if you travel back 2000 years I swear you'd hear this all again Back then they'd say These soldiers walk on sacred ground This land's our history and our home They have no right to be around They are the evil force of Rome So just how strong this change of heart must be That one that Jesus once described Kindness to your enemy Carry his pack an extra mile Chorus: When fearless love, fearless love Fearless love makes you cross the border Your mind snaps back to where you stand Your church is here to fight a cause And at your feet a fallen man Whose head is cradled in his arms Though his blood contains his death And though the lines are drawn in hate You drop your sign of Bible verse And help the wounded stand up straight Chorus Oh yes the high religious still will scorn Just like that did all that time back They'll say you helped the other side They saw you haul that soldier's pack But now how could you carry that man's sign In your heart the choice was clear You didn't join the other side The battle lines just disappeared Chorus

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