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Lazy Boy lyrics

Underwear Goes Inside The Pants

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Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal? It's a natural plant that grows in the dirt. You know what's not natural? 80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That's not natural. But we got pills for that. We're dedicating all our medical resources to keeping the old guys erect, but we're putting people in jail for smoking something that grows in the dirt? You know we have more prescription drugs now. Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad. I can't watch TV for four minutes without thinking I have five serious diseases. Like: “Do you ever wake up tired in the mornings?' Oh my god I have this, write this down. Whatever it is, I have it. Half the time you don't even know what the commercial is, there's people running through fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean. Like that is the greatest disease ever. How do you get that? That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy. The schools now… It's all about self-esteem in the schools. Build the kids' self-esteem, make them feel good about themselves. If everybody grows up with high self-esteem, who's going to dance in our strip clubs? What's going to happen to our porno industry? These women don't just grown on trees. It takes lots of drunk daddys missing a lot of dance recitals before you decide to blow a goat on the internet for fifty bucks. And if that disappears, where does that leave me on a Friday with my new high speed connection? (Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song, sing on me, sing sing sing, sing your song, sing for me, sing, sing, sing) Mastermind's another word that comes up all the time. That you keep hearing about these ah, these ah, terrorists masterminds that are being killed over in the Middle East. Terrorists masterminds. Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe what these guys do, don't you think? They're not masterminds. “OK, you take bomb, right? And you put in backpack. And you get on bus and you blow yourself up. Alright?' “Why do I have to blow myself up? Why can't I just…' “Who's the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?' Americans, let's face it: We've been a spoiled country for a long time. You know what the number one health risk in America is? Obesity. Obesity, they say we're in the middle of an obesity epidemic. An epidemic like it's polio. Like we'll be telling our grand kids about it one day. The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004. “How'd you get through it grandpa?' “Oh, it was horrible Johnny, there was cheesecake and pork chops everywhere.' Nobody knows why were getting fatter? Look at our lifestyle. I'll sit at a drive thru. I'll sit there, I'll sit there behind fifteen other cars instead of getting up to make a eight foot walk to the totally empty counter. Everything is mega meal, super sized. Want biggie fries with that? Want a jumbo fry? Want to go large? Want a biggie fry? You want to have thirty burgers for a nickel you fat mother fucker? There's room in the bag. Take it! Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that? It's only three more cents. (Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song, sing on me, baby sing sing sing, sing your song, sing for me, sing, sing, sing) Sometimes you have to suffer a little in your youth to motivate you to succeed in later life. Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school, do you think there'd be a Microsoft? Of course not. You got to spend a lot of time stuffed in your own locker with your underwear wedged up your ass before you start thinking, “I'm going to take over the world of computers! You'll see, I'll show them.' We're in one of the richest countries in the world, but yet the minimum wage is lower now than it was thirty five years ago. There are homeless people everywhere. This homeless guy asked me for money the other day. I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol. And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on. Why am I judging this poor bastard. People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they're just going to waste it, he's gonna waste the money. Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit? Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He's homeless. I walked behind this guy the other day. A homeless guy asked him for money. He looked right at the homeless guy and says Why don't you go get a job you bum? People always say that to homeless guys, get a job like it's always that easy. This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants. I'm guessing his resume ain't all up to date. I'm predicting some problems during the interview process. I'm pretty sure even McDonalds has a “underwear goes inside the pants' policy. Not that they enforce it very strictly, but technically I'm sure it's on the books. (Sing, sing, sing, sing your song, sing on me, baby sing sing sing, sing your song, sing for me, sing, sing, sing)

Ambush

HARRY NILSSON
The lamp that lights the way Is a light from yesterday. The drum which leads the way Is a sound from yesterday. The road is filled with shadows Of a million, living leaves. Darkness all around us And not a friend in sight. We sang a song together To help us through the night. The song was sung with spirit But soft, and like a choir. And as the others sang along, Our voices lifted higher. We sang until we reached the bridge We crossed, then saw the wire. But by the time we stopped the song, The enemy had opened fire. Now, we ain't gonna sing that song no more Ain't gonna sing that song no more. Just don't pay to sing no more Especially when you're in a war. A war. Now, this time through, We want everybody to listen to the punchline All right. All right. All right! All right! The song was sung with spirit But soft and like a choir. But by the time we stopped the song, The enemy had opened fire. Now, we ain't gonna sing that song no more. Ain't gonna sing that song no more. Just don't pay to sing no more. Especially when you're in a war.

My Corvette

Derek
Hmm, I'm drivin down down baby on the street in my corvette Street cruisin baby ready to get my chick Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha we are leavin town get your stuff and hurry up, in the car now Hmm, I'm drivin down down baby on the street in my corvette Street cruisin baby ready to get my chick Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha we are leavin town get your stuff and hurry up, in the car now (Nelly) You can find me, in cali drivin my buds getting our huns gettin in clubs, but we got to hurry up Sippin bud, gettin drunk and getting some kiss and hugs, watching our huns gettin it on in the mud And it's all because, I accumulated enough stretch my chick mastebated me ejaculatin And it's white painted, pants fainted While she's entertaining, wild ain't it How me and buds, hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit) So feel me up and breing, sing it loud uuuhh I'm from the cali and I'm proud drive a mile for the cause I'm running from the law fuckin my women raw I'm going to smack her Forget the fame, and the glamour Give me sex and i'm happier My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and forgot it Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin playas like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics Chorus 2X (Nelly) You say pretty boys can't be wild playas Loud playas, O.K. Corral playas Foul playas, runnin a club and makin million playas How playa, we go again and it's good playa Now playa, i'm the king i got the crown playa Frown playas, what you be givin when I'm around playa Frown playa, forget this shit i'm leavin playa Say now, me and my girl going to play now Ready to play with you any day now Play by, my rules boo and you going to stay high May I, rase my and yell hey i Say hi, to my playas left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town KC Motown to Alabama, L-A New York Yankees to hot Atlanta, Loisianna All my playas get together Smokin blunts in Savanna Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer Chorus 2X (Nelly) Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you people quit acting silly mon, quit feelin billy mon i am really going to need it mon, foes just fuck you mon and then there is this mon, keys to my corvette mon Holla and beep me mon, see me mon Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, lets go to jenny's mon Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice people Shice people who snatch yo life people, trife people Super ducers sale the same twice people, ice people All over close to never broke to sober To havin fun because my monney's never over Now I'm knockin on my friends door Let me in now, let me in now if your in there just let me in, we spin now I got money to lend my friends now, we in now buisness with money now Woo havin alot of fun now, gin now Through the pen I make my ends now Chorus 2X

Happy Endings

Something For Kate
this town makes my mind slow down lines in my face like highways now chasing breezes, kicking boulders and all of the while just getting older i leave pieces of paper pieces of myself along the way out the window, out the window and i tell myself that i'll come back for them before i go and then i won't sing this song tomorrow reason calls i'm never listening there's always something more distracting take everything so seriously then leave and burn up on re-entry for happy endings all these little victories gathered up and hung on the wall like trophys i tell myself that i've been down this road before so i won't sing this song anymore i've been down this road before so i won't sing this song anymore i've been down on myself enough before so i won't sing this song anymore

Bebop And Lulu

Louise Hoffsten
(Hoffsten) sneaking out the backdoor a boogie woogie on the run hungry for some action and thirsty for a sip of Monk just a little tickle to turn you'r world upside down get you'r blood going, get ready Lulu's back in town singing: bopopej bopopej bopopbopodopodopodopej Chorus: Bepop and Lulu gonna get you feeling right you know it's gonna move you make you wanna sing all night: Boopedobedobe rambling to the rhythm rattling like a bag of bones going on a mission as alias Smith and Jones saddle all the horses, follow the indian trail til it's time to change the key and jump to a different scale and sing:bopopej bopopej bopopbpodopodopodopodopej Chorus

Track Comments

Darkside
Deadly We have chosen this topic because of its actuality. Right extremists are on the rise again all over the world. 50 years after the tragedy of Lidice, a czech village completely burned down by the german Wehrmacht, there is still a lot of people who don't seem to understand. We want to memorize all victims of fascist regimes (communism in it's living form was also fascism !), especially the people of Lidice. Millions of dead accuse rightist policy. All of you who still don't understand - FUCK YOU! To The Deceased ...a prayer for the dying... Melancholia ...open your ears, close your eyes, tell me what you see... Emesis Of The Soul ...just a song about drug experience, nothing trendy, just a fucked-up soul... Dying World Shades Of Grief ... a song about a relationship that never really had a chance.... Fragmental Aggression ...we tried to express this without words... Gedanken ...Hure, die in eisigen Schauern ein totes Kindlein gebart, rasend peitscht Gottes Zorn die Stirn des Besessenen.... Georg Trakl (1887 - 1914) Copcrusher ....a personal statement of our singer on this topic.... Pictures In Grey ...an auditive journey on the ocean... A Winters Night ...black frost, midnight, dawning of a new day... The Truth ...just hate, immense hate, neverending hate...

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