Lyrics to songs I frequently listen to.
These are songs that spend a lot of time on my listening list.

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----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Map Light" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (1,2,3,4) I am driving in my car! And I'm going really far! Miles and miles all through the night! But now something isn't right! I look over at my wife! She is the love of my life! She's not reading anyway! All the time she makes me say! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Now were stopping at the mall! Eighty stores, she shops them all! Boredom reigns to no avail! Because I’m a stupid male! Hours later, finally leave! Fate has something up it’s sleeve! Car’s dead in the parking lot! All because my wife forgot to Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Are you done reading your magazine? Yes. Then can you turn off the map light please? I’m looking for my cigarettes. Fine… Find them? Yes. So can you turn the map light off now? Well I’m trying to find a CD in my bag. Uhh… Get it? Yeah, here it is. Well once you put it on, turn off the map light. I need to eat my side salad. Uhhhh! I can’t eat it in the dark, I’ll get it on my blouse! Well after that can you turn off the map light please? Well after that I need to put on my makeup. Aah! Why didn’t you do that before we left? Well you were in such a hurry to leave! Sigh… Well after THAT can you turn off the map light please? Well after that I want to read this article in the new issue of Cosmo called “13 subtle signs that your husband might be a nagging, neurotic, obsessive-compulsive, anal-retentive control freak.” RRRRAAAAHHHH!!!! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Turn off the God Damn Map light! MAP LIGHT! Map light! MAP LIGHT! Map light! MAP LIGHT! MAP LIGHT!!! (Map light! Map light indeed. I likey the Map Light. It’s a map, and it’s a light. It’s a purty map light!) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Coffee" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Sitting in my cubicle Trying to pass the time Click the little envelope But no new mail's online My schedule program shows me All this crap I have to do A post-it note upon my desk says "Nobody called you" I write myself a reminder note To throw that note away I check my voice mail even though I've been sitting here all day It says "You have no messages No life no hope no friends" And You've still got seven hours 'Til this freakin' workday ends But I can smell salvation It's brewing down the hall The percolator sings to me And I must heed its call As liquid touches styrofoam I feel the steam's sweet kiss And I know I'm just seconds away From caffeinated bliss Coffee coffee coffee To stimulate my brain Coffee coffee coffee To make me less insane I used to be a zombie And I'd fall asleep at work Now everybody knows me as The hyperactive jerk Now that I'm Chock full'o'nuts My job is just a game! I open up my phone book and I highlight every name! I bend my paper clips into The shapes of little men I search the net for Amish porn I take apart my pen I open up my three-hole punch And spill holes on the floor I fire staples ‘cross the room 'Til I don't have no more I laminate my lunch meat I link my rubber bands (Make a) Xerox of my hairy ass And fax it to Japan And when the buzz starts wearing off And when I'm feeling low I pour myself another mug My cup shall overflow Eleven packs of sugar And a couple spoons of creamer And I shall receive the gift of life From my liquid redeemer Coffee coffee coffee Come on and drink it up Coffee coffee coffee Nirvana in a cup I used to be a peon, just a worthless wad of gristle 'til I replaced by brain cells with instant Folger's crystals My boss calls me in his office He says "Now listen, you... "I have a little problem "with the crappy work you do "I never see you at your desk "So what's been going on? "Half the time you're at the coffeepot, "The rest you're in the john! "Your eyes are always bloodshot "Your hands they always shake "Your skin's the tone of dead flesh "At the bottom of a lake "We think this has to do with all “The coffee that you chug "So we're switching you to decaf "And we're cleaning out your mug" These words to me were blasphemy I found them just appalling So I kicked that bastard somewhere That I knew would leave him crawling Now I'm jobless homeless on the street You could say I've got hard luck But I've got a gun and now I'm gonna Go hold up a Starbucks Coffee coffee coffee With sugar and with cream Coffee coffee coffee The reason for my being I used to be so tired I'd pass out on the floor Now I haven't needed a wink of sleep Since 1994 Coffee coffee coffee It's great to have around Coffee coffee coffee I even eat the grounds I used to be a drone, Now I'll never be the same! I drink a hundred cups a day Juan Valdez knows my name (Give me) Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Inner Voice with Sudden Death" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses And all the girls I know got the big, big breasteses I got a ten story mansion on the beach With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin Leach Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash That to me, Paris Hilton is poor white trash I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year If people piss me off, I can make 'em disappear Every time I sneeze, I get a feature on the news The reporter says "gesundheit" and hilarity ensues And how did I get to be the man that I am? A god among men, only without the tan It's simple, every time I have to make a choice I just listen to my little inner voice, and he says "Shave all the hair off your butt and glue it to your nostrils" OK "Steal all the milk from all the supermarkets and put it back in the cows" Alright "Find out which species of rodent is the most flammable" OK "Let's see what fun crafts we can make using only a chainsaw and Regis Philbin" Yeah! So how do I explain my little cranial expressions Intuition, premonition, or demonic possession? It could be God, an angel, or my dead uncle Paul Or that nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall Doesn't matter, and to be honest, I don't wanna know 'Cause thanks to him, I've never had to deal with an HMO And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz I tell ya, life is so much nicer with invisible friends "Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album" Done, and done. "Put on a tutu, glue two live wiener dogs to your face, and prance around the subway terminal screaming 'Stop looking at me!'" OK "There's no reason not to have sex with a cheese grater." Hmm, no, I suppose not. "Set up a stand outside of K-Mart with a plate full of frozen peas and a sign reading 'Take one!' If anyone asks you what the hell you're doing, give them a button that says 'I asked about the peas!'" He's become my best friend, sticks with me to the end Thanks to him, I'll never live on ramen noodles again And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour Though it does get kinda creepy when I'm trying to take a shower Still I can't complain 'cause he made me rich And figured out it was the opossum milk that made me itch If it seems weird, remember the voice made me do it I don't question what he says; I just get up and get to it "Itemize everything in your cat's litter box for the next seven years and mail a report to the President with a note saying 'Here!'" Good idea "It's time to find out what urinal cakes taste like" If you say so "Get a black and white horizontally striped suit, a mask, and a bowling ball with a small length of rope hanging from it, and tiptoe around the airport." Sounds like fun "How old does a baby need to be before it's too big to fit down the toilet?" I don't know. Let's find out. "Keep swallowing magnets until your farts can erase video tapes." Will do So to that guy in my head, I just wanna say thanks For removin' my angst, so I'm no longer shootin' blanks And now I own several banks, plus an inflatable watch And paid Justin Timberlake to let me kick him in the crotch I followed his advice and now I'm makin' major duchets If it wasn't for him, I'd still be processing McNuggets So when life makes you feel like you should've stayed in bed Just listen to the voice in your head, and he'll say "Fat people are full of toys. Go get some!" Yeah! "Build a 20 foot tall nude statue of Tony Goldmark licking warm margarine off a malnourished dolphin out of onions, pez, and lint." With pleasure! "If Yanni didn't want to be set on fire and shoved down a flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now." Yeah, I guess so. "Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officer Big Mac thing to the back of your car, and drive away at 90 mph. When a cop pulls you over, roll down the window and indignantly ask 'WHAT?!?'" You got it! "Move to New Jersey and become a comedy rap artist." Oh... do I have to? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Hair on the Soap" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- There's a hair on my soap An ugly little thing A little pubic souvenir upon my Irish Spring There's a hair on my soap It's curly, long, and fine There's a hair on the soap And I don't think it's mine My roommate must have used it Cuz I see his soap is gone It was just a sliver yesterday And now it has passed on I feel for his predicament But still it isn't fair Just cuz he used up his Ivory Why should I bathe in his hair? There's a hair on my soap A hair on my soap Can't rinse it off, can't scrape it off, I don't know how to cope With this hair on my soap This hair on my soap I just thought I'd take a shower, But I've given up all hope The water's pouring down on me And splashing in the drain The shampoo's running in my eyes I'm wincing from the pain I can't deal with the horror Of this most disgusting find This sample of his DNA My roommate left behind I look around the tub My other roommate's soap is there It's shiny white and barely used Devoid of pubic hair So I used it and I put it back Where it's supposed to go And I think that it's the perfect crime But little do I know I left a hair on his soap A hair on his soap Well at least it's lest disgusting Than to find one in your Scope There's a hair on the soap A hair on the soap The cycle goes forever And I don't know how to cope There's a hair on the soap A hair on the soap Even in the yuppie bathrooms Where they hang it on a rope They still find hair on the soap Yes hair on the soap And no one of us is safe Hell, I'd even bet the pope Has found a hair on the soap A hair on the soap Could be from somebody's balding head Or from their anal slope There's a hair on the soap A hair on the soap Could be from a person, from a dog, Or from an antelope There's a hair on the soap A hair on the soap If you ask me if I like it I'll just have to tell you nope There's a hair on the soap A hair on the soap I'm running out of rhymes now And I really have to grope… ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Triks" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {Rabbit} Hey kids. Hi, can I have some of those? {Kid} Silly rabbit. Triks are for kids. {Rabbit} AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! I want some fucking Triks Pour it in my bowl Or else I'll take a crowbar And shove it up your hole I hate you fucking kids I wanna shave off your cocks I want some fucking Triks After all I'm on the box I'm a rabbit dammit Why the fuck do I want Triks S'posed be happy With lettuce and carrot sticks Don't gimme that "Triks is for kids" crap, Cause that is all I hear I'm gonna rip your nuts off And shove 'em in your ear They used to look real boring Now they've got fruity shapes Before they looked like dog nuts Now they look like pears and grapes If you don't gimme some of those, Your ass I'm gonna punt And I've got big teeth so it would hurt If I bit your cunt I'm a rabbit dammit Why the fuck do I want Triks I'm s'posed be happy With lettuce and carrot sticks Don't gimme that "Triks is for kids" crap, Cause that is all I hear I'm gonna rip your nuts off And shove 'em in your ear I'm gonna rip your nuts off And shove 'em in your ear GIMME SOME FUCKING TRIIIIIIIKKKKKKS!!! {voice, not singing} Eh fuck it...Fruit Loops are probably just as good. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "I Don't Give a Shit About Your Website" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I got an e-mail from a guy who claims to know me Claimed he graduated from my high school in the class two years below me And he sat three seats behind me in my composition class And he remembers my old Anthrax shirt that showed off the crack of my ass "Anyway" he says "Just figured I should drop you a line "To let you know that my homepage is finally online "It took me weeks and weeks but it's finally all done "So surf on over cyber-buddy it'll be such fun!" He closed with the ugliest signature I'd seen in a while And a clichéd insincere colon-parenthesis smile The message then repeated with a lot of brackets in it I stared in utter horror and just sat there for a minute From the onslaught of stupidity my mind was fucking beat But from deep in my mind a voice screamed "Dammit, delete!" And as my pointer flailed in panic trying to send this thing to hell I accidentally clicked right on his fucking URL The screen went yellow but the font was yellow too So I couldn't see a thing and there was nothing I could do My P-120 churned and growled like the hard drive was exploding 30 minutes went by and the first banner was still loading I clicked "Stop" and I clicked "Exit" but my browser just ignored me And 3 dozen Geocities ads were popping up before me Every ad had its own window every window spawned another And the windows spawned more windows 'til the screen was fucking smothered So I went for a walk, just so some time could be spent, I came back and it was still sitting at 2 percent So I made myself some dinner and I played a game of Doom, I read a couple novels and I wallpapered my room Three days later it was loaded and my keyboard started to function There was nothing but a 10-gig JPEG saying "Under Construction" The only link on the page said "click here to e-mail me" So I picked a font big enough for astronauts to see (and typed) I don't give a shit about you fucking website I don't give a shit about the life you live I wouldn't give a shit about your fucking website If I had a hundred spare shits to give Then a few days later another blast from the past I got an e-mail from an ex who had dumped me on my ass She said "My web site's up, it's something you've gotta see!" So I figured I should make sure there weren't any pictures of me I clicked and suddenly I was bathed in cutesy clipart galore With more flowers birds and bunnies than a fucking Hallmark store! It said that "This is my page, and it's all about me. "Everything you'll ever need to know updated daily" There were stories about her sister, and pages about her prom, And pictures of the coming out party for her mom, There were pictures of her friends, and pictures of her hats, And a hundred thousand pictures of her scraggly ugly cats There were links to every fucking page that she even knew And each one of them was broken, she even misspelled "Yahoo" When I got through every fucking poem that she had ever wrote I figured it was time to drop this stupid bitch a note (saying) I don't give a shit about your fucking website I don't give a shit about the life you live I wouldn't give a shit about your fucking website If I had a hundred spare shits to give (more synth now) There's so much bullshit on the web it fills me with rage Hell, even Bea Arthur has her own fucking page So don't waste my precious time each day is only so long I could be using that time to write another stupid song So the moral of this story, I think it's plain to see If your website sucks big walrus cock don't send it to me! And if you do don't be surprised, if I get really pissed And subscribe you to the Micheal Bolton fan club mailing list! I don't give a shit about your fucking website I don't give a shit about the life you live I wouldn't give a shit about your fucking website If I had a hundred spare shits to give I don't give a shit about your fucking website I don't give a shit about the life you live I wouldn't give a shit about your fucking website If I had a hundred spare shits to give PRANCE! I don't give a shiiit (I don't give a shiiii-iiiit) about your motherfucking website I don't give a shiiit (I don't give a shiiii-iiiit) about your motherfucking website I don't give a shiiit (I don't give a shiiii-iiiit) about your motherfucking website I don't give a shiiit (I don't give a shiiii-iiiit) about your motherfucking website {fades to silence} ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "R2D2" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- R2D2 lives in my butt Taaaa taaa taaa R2D2 lives in my butt Taaaa taaa taaa R2D2 lives in my butt Taaaa taaa taaa R2D2 lives in my butt R2D2 lives in my butt R2D2 lives in my butt R2D2 lives in my butt R2D2 lives in my butt {R2D2 robot noises} (R2D2 is much, MUCH, MUCH larger than a fece, so when he left your toilet muscle, you'd have to go to the doctor to get your bunghole sewn up; and even then, you'd have fecal incontinence and have to use Depends™, Attends™, or Poise™ brand adult diapers for the rest of your life.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet (Untitled) (Last track on the CD version of "Sumophobia Alpha 2 Ex Championship Turbo Edition") ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanna take Connie Chung's rectal temperature ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Tree Bucket" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Horse radish contest. Mr. Rogers is raping my car. Disposable kittens. I can shit a biscuit. Hair hurts. My guts are a shoe testicle. Only the hat may draw buffly over the extinguished panther. Mars is a fish. Nasal detergent. Space is nice, almost like waffles. Your sled will have to be shot. I knit wood. The smell of glee annoys my broom. Rope pasta with a pitchfork to receive infinite cones. Merchandise sucks. Solar powered rope. Clean my cheese wisely or the chickens will be inverted. I think I'll go ballistic now. The baby of the light switch and optical intercourse of the spleen of the broccoli flavored poem. My TV tube is demanding to be neutered. You taste like a problem. Daddy vacuumed chili peppers on a stick. I think I'll stop going ballistic now. Do stuff with a vent. My helmet is the lamppost. Open the flip-top squirrel. Overhead projectors should scream more. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Let's Make Fun of the Amish" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {voice, not singing} Alright, well this is for all you modern troubadors out there. Now we got the juglike back in the farm. How does this go again? Something like that...I didn't know you were drumming. {singing} Let's make fun of the Amish They're stupid, ignorant fucks Let's make fun of the Amish Like the guy on the oatmeal box. They don’t believe in electricity Like we’re supposed to care I’ll give ‘em a taste of electricity Put ‘em in the f'in' chair Get ‘em out of this gosh darn country Put them all on boats Cause all they do is make cheese And milk their f'in' goats {screaming...} Sing along you gosh darn rascals!!! {voice, not singing} Kill the Amish; it's the right thing to do. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Monotony" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony Monotony ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Worm Quartet "Redundancy" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy Redundancy ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Anthrax "Startin Up a Posse". ---------------------------------------------- Now I'm gonna tell ya a story A tale of wrong and right And freedom is the reason You can't take it without a fight Verse 1 So now I'm startin' up a posse (Suck my dick, suck my dick) To come and look for you (Suck my dick, suck my dick) We're gonna put a stop (Suck my dick, suck my dick) To what you want to do (Suck my dick, suck my dick) You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are Verse 2 You say our records are offensive (You're a douche, You're a douche) Our messages ain't right (You're a douche, You're a douche) You say "We're gonna label records (You're a douche, You're a douche) So our kids can grow up right" (You're a douche, You're a douche) You fucking whores (Let them decide) That's all you are
Chorus Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex drugs, rape These seven words you're trying to take Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape Right or wrong it's our choice to make America the beautiful, Land of the free Don't change the words to land of Hypocrisy (You're a whore arenchya?!?) {After Verse 2 only} Verse 3 Now I'm startin' up a posse (Fascist scum, fascist scum) And we'll damn sure make you see (Fascist scum, fascist scum) Something that offends you (Fascist scum, fascist scum) May not be offensive to me (Fascist scum, fascist scum) You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are Verse 4 Now you might take offense To a word like "fuck" or "shit" (DICK!!!) But you fuckin' don't have the right (CUNT!!!) To discriminate me for saying it! You fuckin' whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are (Go suck a dick huh!!!) Chorus Verse 5 So now I'm startin' up a posse (Motherfucker, motherfuck) To fight for freedom of choice (Motherfucker, motherfuck) To fight for freedom of speech (Motherfucker, motherfuck) We're gonna make you hear our voice (Motherfucker, motherfuck) Verse 6 And now I don't do this to shock you (That's the end, that's the end) I don't do this for spite (That's the end, that's the end) You've got the choice, don't buy it, don't read it, (That's the end, that's the end) And don't say your opinion's right (That's the end, that's the end) You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are (Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunt) Verse 7 You know you can't censor my feelings You can't censor my thoughts Censorship's against Everything America stands for You fuckin' whores (Let us decide) That's all you are (And this ain't sexist, either) Chorus ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Anthrax "Discharge" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I wait, I hate Silence kills you like a loaded gun My time, you waste Resolution turn your back and run Drunk with power Your ivory tower Never stood, never could And around and around You hit the ground Reservation hellbound Most people cry When a person dies You wanna know why? Run it through, Discharge! Most people cry Not when you die You wanna know why? Nobody cried You lived a lie You lived a lie! Your life, what life? What's the difference between you and death? Overdose, comatose You won't even leave a corpse that's fresh Drunk with power Go take a shower I wish you would, I wish you could And around and around You hit the ground Reservation hellbound A surreal vision Of a human being Self inflicted crucifixion Suicidal contradiction Clusterfucked you load it up Clusterfucked you self destruct Get off my dick, it's sick I refuse to feel sorry for you I can't, believe People put you on a pedestal Drunk with power Your ivory tower Never stood, never could And around and around You hit the ground Reservation hellbound A surreal vision Of a human being ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Anthrax "Make Me Laugh" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Spread the word Through me God is heard You're making me laugh Tell me your killin'joke Evangelist You're making me laugh Jesus saves But only after I've been paid You're making me laugh Tell me your killin'joke Evangelist End your hoax God says 'Have a T.V. show' God says 'Baby do some blow' God says 'Taxes are a sin' God says 'Pour the money in' Rape the poor, faith no more Faith for cash, make me laugh Faith no more, face the whore Rape your past, make me laugh Never, never, ever sin Unless God says to stick it in You're making me laugh Tell me your killin'joke Evangelist The truth can choke Defrocked from your seat Don't shiit where you eat You're making me laugh Tell me your killin'joke That God talks to you There's no hope God says 'Have a T.V. show' God says 'Baby do some blow' God says 'Taxes are a sin' God says 'Pour the money in' Rape the poor, faith no more Faith for cash, make me laugh Faith no more, face the whore Rape your past, make me laugh God says 'Have a swimming pool' God says 'Keep the doghouse cool' God says 'Planes and boats and cars' God says 'Have an amusement park' God says 'Go and masturbate' God says 'File taxes late' God says 'Paint your face all sick' God says 'Be a real prick' God says 'Have a T.V. show' God says 'Baby do some blow' God says 'Taxes are a sin' God says 'Pour the money in' [CHORUS] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Anthrax "Finale" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Life can be so wonderful Real love this time you fool And then you wake up And you'd chew off your own arms Or face the only graduate from satans school of charm ! I hear your mama callin' you I hear your mama callin' you You'd better stand and face the truth boy I hear your mama callin' you I drink three six packs, just so I can look at your face Finally ! You give respect, you get respect And you just don't know your place Finally ! You never learn, you always burn Now I've got you off my case Finally ! I drank three six packs, just so I could look at your face Finally ! See ya ! Over, finished, gone, done, out ! She's not the one your married Not the one who cared Maybe it's her evil twin that's got you by the shorthairs Can you live without it ? Can you be a man ? Can you tell her take a walk and stick it up her can ! I hear your mama callin' you I hear your mama callin' you You'd better stand and face the truth boy I hear your mama callin' you I drink three six packs, just so I can look at your face Finally ! You give respect, you get respect And you just don't know your place Finally ! You never learn, you always burn Now I've got you off of my case Finally ! I drank three six packs, just so I could look at your face Finally ! See ya ! Over, finished, gone, done, out ! I hear your mama callin' you I hear your mama callin' you Now go and pack your bags we're through I hear your mama callin' you Rape my mind let down the wrong path One to many rides and you crashed Had the looks but had no class Steal my life and taint my past Sorry I don't mean to laugh (take it sam) How long have you been waiting to be set free ? Don't you know it's easy as 1,2,3 Don't be a faggot now that's the key Don't you know it's easy as 1,2,3 Now I'm free, now I'm free, me me me, finally !!! Over finished, gone, done, out!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Green Jell˙ "Three Little Pigs" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Why don't you Sit right back And I I may tell you A tale A tale of Three little pigs And a big Bad Wolf Well, the first little piggy Well, he was kinda hick, he spent most of his days just day-dreamin' of the city And then one day He bought a guitar He moved to Hollywood to become a star But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city Built his house outta straw, what a pity Then one day Jammin' on some chords Along came the wolf Knockin' on his door Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Well, I'm huffin' I'm puffin' I'll blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the second little piggy Well, he was kinda stokin', spent most of his days just a ganja smokin' Huffin' and a-puffin' down on Venice Beach Gettin' paid money for religious speech Built his shelter from a garbage pail Mostly made up of old cans and shale Then one day he was crankin' out Bob Marley Along came the wolf on his big, bad Harley Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Well, I'm huffin' I'm puffin' I'll blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the third little piggy A grade A student, his daddy was a rock star Named Pig Nugent Earned his Master's Degree From Harvard College Built his house from his architect knowledge A tri-level mansion Hollywood Hills Daddy's rock stardom Paid for the bills Then one day came the old house smasher The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Well, I'm huffin' I'm puffin' I'll blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the big bad wolf Well, he huffed And he puffed All that he could And low and behold the little piggy's house stood "It's made out of concrete" The little piggy shouted The wolf just frowned As he pouted so they called nine eleven Like any piggy would They sent out Rambo Just as fast As they could Yo Wolf face I'm your worst nightmare Your ass is mine Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see And that's the end of story For you and me But still give a listen You just may Hear the big wolf and little piggies say Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Well, I'm huffin' I'm puffin' I'll blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huff and Puff and Blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in And the moral of the story is That bands with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show ==========================================================================================
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