Loser

By: Beck

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshy)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(drive-by body-pierce)

(yo bring it on down)

soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)

(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(I can't believe you)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
*repeat

(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

Fly Me To The Moon

By: I don't know (From an Anime Series)

Fly Me To The Moon
And Let Me Play Among The Stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter or Mars

In Other words
hold my hand
In Other words,
darling kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words
Please be true
In other words
I love you

Kiss me please!
*music solo

--repeat first 4 Paragraphs—

”Living Dead Girl”

By:Rob Zombie

Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There’s only one sure way
To Bring The Giant Down
Defunct the strings

Of Cemetery things
With on Flat Foot
On Devil’s Wing

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for Me
Living Dead Girl
*repeat

Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation Filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an SS Whore
Making Scary Sounds

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for Me
Living Dead Girl
*repeat

Psyclone Jack
Hallucinating Hack
Thinks Donna Reed
Eats Dollar Bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So beautiful
They make you kill

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
*repeat

Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl

”Pure Morning”

By:Placebo

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend that’s dressed in leather

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
A friend who’ll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in needs
A friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she’s pressed
She will undress
And then she’s boxing clever

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed
She passed the test
And they will never severe

Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin
Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin

Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin
Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin

Pure Morning
Pure Morning
Pure Morning
Pure Morning

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
A friend who’ll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed
She passed the test
And they will never severe

Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin
Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin

Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin
Day’s dawnin
Skin’s crawlin

Pure Morning
Pure Morning
Pure Morning
Pure Morning

Pure Morning
Pure Morning
Pure Morning
Pure Morning

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she’s pressed
She will undress
And then she’s boxing clever

A friend in needs
A friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend that’s dressed in leather

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