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PULP lyrics - Intro

Inside Susan

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Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. She sits on the back seat. She looks at the man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from the collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one, but they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then. Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests, shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice. The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. 'What if it just keeps raining,' she thinks to herself, 'and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the shoppers and office-workers that were floating passed the window instead of fish' She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house where there was a party last week. There were some German exchange students there who were very mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. Later she was sick because she drunk too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the love-bite on her neck. By now the bus is going passed the market. Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands and then trying to make them pay for them. She used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't too bothered though, she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway. 'Maybe this bus won't stop,' she thinks, 'and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own. Or it could drive me to a town where people with black hair drink Special Brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five pounds a time to look up my skirt. Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner... ' I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas, but I remember her in those days. They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff, well, she had that alright. It's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would have been consumed. Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room, warming their hands and backsides in front of her, and then slagging her off around town. No-one ever really got inside Susan, and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus and then walking home.

Purse Snatchaz !

ONYX
[Chorus: Greg Valentine] There's no sunshine in the city That's the way it's going down People kill and people dyin Every time I turn around There's no sunshine... [Sticky Fingaz] I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers Criminalist, and parole violators I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers I roll wit cigar smoke flowers Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes Always solicit, and pullin out on project business Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up [Chorus] [Sonsee] To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can't be toleratin Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin For child supportin, or self done abortion Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune So we'll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin Every group and, until we see some more improvin It'll be mad human deliciously, can't completion Cuz every day is killin season [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] I pledge allegiance to the street and blame God For the creation of this pitiful Earth, that's filled wit temptation Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation Now I just got a probation, so wish me congratulation But I'm under investigation, for psychic evaluation Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination So I need the participation the Caucasian assassination Time is wastin, it's a Sticky situation Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population And there's no exaggeration, so whoever in an association Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation When hours of desperation, on for ya information A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization So I use my concentration wit a Jim Crow education Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation To elite from a tree my decorations So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration's That's being the manipulation of this God damn nation And witness how the warn indication, so it's the end of ya conversation

I'm On Fire

MYSTIKAL "Ghetto Fabulous"
What the fuck Shit.. It's.. HOT! I'm steamy, sweatin, tossin and turnin The whole house on fire, and I can't stop it from burnin The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames I yell, 'Somebody help me!' But ain't nobody pay em I try my best to put it out then I said, 'Fukkit!' Break, full speed to the back door, one room away But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took Prayin, 'Please God spare me; I don't wanna cook!' Knew I that I did done some things that I shouldn't of I knew I didn't come into Sunday service like I could have But have mercy for your child, forgive me for my sins I'm too young to die Lord, get me through this I gotta get to the back do', gotta get to the kitchen But they got thick black smoke comin from the kitchen Shit, all other exits are tossed, what I'ma do Stay my ass here and burn or -- RUN THE FUCK THROUGH Already havin trouble breathin when I started to cough But no more time to waste, I cover my face and took off! Dis-en-dehydrate, I'm gettin tireder I gotta, keep movin, cause it's gettin HOTTER and HOTTER, WHOO.. WHOAH, shit! I'm on fire! C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! [6X] Oh shit! Ain't none of y'all motherfuckers help me out dere HELP!!! Motherfuckers it's me! HELP!!! I gotta get out of here! I've been trapped for over 55 minutes Looks like I'm finished, this could be a fucked up ending I done been in some fucked up shit but this the worst I ever been in 'Call them people to me' -- tell them send the fire engine I hope this ain't my calling y'all cause I ain't ready I'ma need some alerted emergency units to stand by, paramedics Runnin through the fire, and I can't turn back Somethin went {WHOOSH} and everything went black I can't see, I can't see, I'm BLIND!! Oh fuck I'm alright I just had my eyes closed the whole time Oops, shit damn! But that ain't my stop my shoes from movin cause outside, here I am! I smashed through the back door like a ram I made it! I'm still alive! I'm still the man! Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes So I stopped, dropped, and rolled dick rolled Started goin wild on the ground tryin to get the flames out my shirt Windmillin in the dirt, but nuttin didn't work! I heard a {HORN SOUNDS} but that was just a barge See I live right by the river -- THAT'S IT, WATER!!! Every step I took made hot footprints in the tar Runnin over cars to the 12th Ward wall Get out the way cause everything I touch turn crispy I'ma be at the riverfront, tell them people come get me!! C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! [4X] Hello Somebody get the fuckin fire off me! HELP! Sparks like aluminum foil, in the microwave oven Where them fuckin people SOMEBODY DO SOMETHIN! Can't you see what's hap-pe-nin Don't you see the smoke Can't you hear the cracklin Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin I grab a nigga he screamed so loud that shit was eardrum shatterin! I said, 'Don't scream Dawg, I need your help, I'm the one on fire!' He said, 'Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive' He was right -- by now they should be embalming me But the shit don't seem to be harming me Damn this must have been a bad dream the whole I heard them motherfuckin sirens, hollerin I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me Huh, cause they was headed right for me A fireman walked up, and handed me a tape And said, 'You just been put out, the fire went away!'

Love Minus Zero

BOB DYLAN
My love she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like ice like fire People carry roses And make promises by the hours My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks Crumble into one another My love winks she does not bother She nows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Banker's nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wisemen bring The wind howls like a hammer The night blows COLD AND rainY My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing

A Moment Of Silence

STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO "Everything Goes Numb"
a moment of silence please for those who never get the chance they show up to the party but they're never asked to dance the losers the liars the bastards the thieves the cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing i never met a loser that i didn't see eye to eye with, i declare i stare into your eyes but you look right past me into the air what's it like to stand in your shoes? to have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse? i take the bottle and i tip it to all my heroes that have passed alas, you have left us but your stories they will last uninspired by the recruiting call independent we stand indepentend we fall so tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? before they call you bluff and watch you fall? i don't know but i'd like to think i had control at some point but i let it go and lost my soul sit tight but the revolution's years away i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say so i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite oh! to have died that night i realized it wouldn't last! our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass the final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from and everybody's laughing loud your last chance to make your mother and father proud oh, oh, oh... a moment of silence please for those who never get the chance they show up to the party but they're never asked to dance the losers the liars the bastards the thieves the cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing they said 'a pox upon your house upon your family and everyone you knew and everyone you'll ever meet' i bet they think we wish we joined when we could but we do what we want we don't do what we should now everybody's laughing because they're thinking they in on something i don't get don't forget i connect and i read every word you said like a child who believes he was wronged if you hate me so much then stop singing my songs so tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? before they call you bluff and watch you fall? i don't know but i'd like to think i had control at some point but i let it go and lost my soul sit tight but the revolution's years away i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say so i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite oh! to have died that night i realized it wouldn't last! our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass the final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from and everybody's laughing loud your last chance to make your mother and father proud oh, oh, oh...

4 Guns West

Joe Perry Project "Once a Rocker, Always a Rocker"
Four guns west, this is not a test A hawk is about to fly San Diego, L.A., San Francisco yesterday Rocking up a ?????? Rode into town and loose with a sound There's no doubt who's the best High noon came on the trail again Fastest guns in the west Book 'em baby No absence of man ???? we rode into Dallas Our chambermaids didn't object But the ladies in Austin, lord it was exhausting Running with us neck and neck We had 'em in rage, we blew them off the stage In Whichata ?????? next night We thought we conquered ??????, Texas won't be the same Four guns are our midnight Here they come East we ride, wanted dead or alive In Tampa Bay, the stage was set We had to make bail to spring the gang out of jail Manatee county can't forget Take your pistol off the wall And ????????????? Cincinnati is under attack There's blood on the walls, cops in the halls See you when we get back Golden gate bridge Now hold on!

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