Murderdolls - White Wedding

Artist: Murderdolls
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister whos the only one?
Hey little sister whos your Superman?
Hey little sister whos the one you want?
Hey little sister shot gun!

Its a nice day to start again
Its a nice day for a White Wedding
Its a nice day to start again

Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister whats your vice and wish?
Hey little sister shot gun, oh yeah
Hey little sister who's your Superman?
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again
Come on yeah It's a nice day for a White Wedding
It's a nice day to start again! Oww!

(guitar solo)

Pick it up!
Take me back home yeah!

Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister whos the only one?
You see, I've been away for so long (So long)
I've been away for so long (So long)
I've let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again
Come on, It's a nice day for a White Wedding
It's a nice day to start again! Oww!

There ain't nothing fair in this world
There ain't nothing safe in this world
And there ain't nothing sure in this world
And there ain't nothing pure in this world
If theres something left in this world

Start again (how,how)
Its a nice day for a White Wedding
Whoo! Its a nice day to start again (repeat till fade)
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Bob Dylan - Oh Sister

Artist: Bob Dylan
Music Album: Desire
(Music Song Lyrics):
Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
You should not treat me like a stranger.
Our Father would not like the way that you act
And you must realize the danger.

Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth,
To love and follow
His direction?

We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then mysteriously saved.

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow
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Guided By Voices - Sister, I Need Wine

Artist: Guided By Voices
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Sister, I need wine
For color in my skin
And darkness for my eyes
But I can see the light burn through
Still it is the night brings me to you

Sister, use your gift
The backed up river spreads
On ground for fighting words
And I am hating the ignorance in my body
And I can't feed on the heaviness
Sister, I need you

And we will dance for gold
And straddle the hour of fear
And learn the real story
Drink the truth
Shed not one tear
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Olsen Twins - I Am The Cute One

Artist: Olsen Twins
Music Album: I Am The Cute One
(Music Song Lyrics):
I am the cute one
It's obvious
There's no comparing
The two of us

I'm not to blame
The facts are plain
I've got the looks
I've got the brains
And I am the cute one
She's just my sister

I am the cute one
Everyone knows
I've got the profile
She's got the nose

She's the older
I am the younger
So after all is it any wonder?
I am the cute one
She's just my sister

People say we're two peas in a pod
And that we look like each other
There's something that they forgot
I am the cute one
She's just my sister
(Instrumental)

I'm not to blame
The facts are plain
I've got the looks
I've got the brains
And I am the cute one
She's just my sister

People say we're two peas in a pod
And that we look like each other
There's something that they forgot
We're no the same whatever you say
I love her and she's OK

But I am the cute one
She's just my sister

You wish
I am the cute one
She's just my sister

Untrue
I am the cute one
She's just my sister

I'm sorry
I am the cute one
She's just my sister
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Johnny Otis Show - Willie And The Hand Jive

Artist: Johnny Otis Show
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Willie and the Hand Jive
Johnny Otis

I know a cat named Way-Out Willie
Had a cool little chick named Rockin' Billie
Made a heart of stone Susie-Q, doin' that crazy hand jive too
Papa said "You will ruin my house.
You and that hand jive have got to go"
Willie said "Papa, don't you put me down,
Been doin' that hand jive all over town."
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

I don't want you to get on the floor
Gettin' low, getting down with sister go
Come on, get baby, little sister'll die
Said doin' that hand jive one more time
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Doctor getting low and he getting check
Now they're all digging that crazy beat
Way-Out Willie gave 'em all a treat
Been doin' that hand jive with his feet
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Willi and Billie got married last fall
Had to live with his sisters and that ain't all
Daddy got famous it's plain to see
Been doin' that hand jive on his knees
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive
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Saafir - REAL CIRCUS

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I bought my ticket ten years ago when in demand
Was the candy caramel. I submerged like a
Murk on the mental. But it was hard to tell if
Nails pitched on my tent on time with the ringmaster
God had a whip. Hit me on my hip now I'm on
A hop but it don't stop. Now I advise the wise
Why why did you let me out the flock? Now I'm
Flowin pro flippin flu germs wit a new perm
I'm hittin different regions. It's winter season
Tryin to forget the treason of my twisted sister, so
I turn my face when Rockin Rollin in myst-ic
So side show freaks can't peep the mask task-force
Behind the jacket, so I'm packin not because I'm
Hard. I'm paranoid, I'm far away from
God. He can't see me. I ignorantly thought he caught me
Dreamin, in comes the demon tryin to shoot me
That semen. One way I'm off the brink, the detour
Was unblocked. I'm strictly on instinct, I'm walkin
Over barriers. I'm spooked cause I keep hearin
The word spades. They tryin to pull my card
They're goin to get it, I won't forget it like an
Elephant, tiger, lions rely on the funky monkey
Dyin in the real circus

I'm finally out of my cage, it's been ten swings since
I quenched the silence. Sure to erupt eyes-lids
Till they're queasy from the degree of the tilt of
A trapeze performer that's proven succession in
The progression of a juggler, vain slitter, my spear
Shifted. Saafir's gifted like black Santa. I was
Born a flipper with sticks and balance beams
I learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher.
Oh! Here they come Jay-Z, 15 deep
In a clown car wit make-up, but I got make-up
For ya - wake up. I lay material like dogs upside
Down cakes. I give pounds to fakes so my cleets
Stake claims, skills have belittled spittle. What's
Coming from that grill - waffles, ya shit is awful
Further let's implore for more speech reach back
For the cage where the elves are plottin schemes
You ask me to explain what I mean, I will in
The afterlife kill death, I verify the untimid
Breath, I'm trustworthy to the busting of dirty
Thirty-thousand year old authentic, I'll win it
Just as the thought has brought into focus comes
The real traveling circus.

I'm jumpin through hoops, can you dance like a
Panther? I can. I pick my prey in shades of
Grey, but I'm not color blind on the rhyme. The
Circus is in my scalp. I'm higher than the Alps
I'll make you break camp. I tame crews like shrews
I bust nuts without screws. Can you do that - hardly.
Ya too stiff malarky art kits, give up the drawings
Ya never saw swings cling when the grip whips
That makes you feel like the Real Circus
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Biz Markie: Family Tree

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: All Samples Cleared
(Music Song Lyrics):
one two, one two
this goes out to my brother dimond shell
my man jazzy jerome, def jeff
i can't forget my man kevin d and the midnight express crew
philly, soda pop
i'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
one, two, one two three and
i got a friend by the name of charlie
charlie got a wife by the name of dolly
dolly and charlie got a son named wally
and wally got a girl by the name of polly
polly got a sister by the name of molly
molly and polly got a mother named holly
father named arthur, we call him artie
you don't understand then i'm very very sorry
cousin named frita, uncle named skeeter
he's married to my fine aunt rita
who is the leader of the married cheaters
so i son't greet her, cause my uncle don't need her
grandma joyce drives a rolls royce
of the family i'm a favorite choice
buddy named homer, used to be a loner
now he's got a girl by the name of mona
now that homer's married to mona
all he does all day is bone, bone, bone her
father named lex, gets big respect
driving in his dodge 300gx
week after next, lex gets his check
me and lex will be chillin' in the x
my girl elenor, went to the drugstore
to get deodorant, i think it was pure
cause the one she used before made her underarm sore
and that's why elenor don't use it no more
a girl named betty who used to go with freddie
a girl named gwen, she's my best friend
known her ever since who knows when
and do you comprehend, the message that i send
of family and friend of grandpa ben
like, like, like, like, like, like that
bound to wreck your body
and ana na na na na na na na na na ana
cool v bring it down b

Biz Markie: Tear Shit Up

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz Markie]
Huh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Y'all know, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
Y'all know, uh, uh uh-huh
Check it out {"C'mon!" - Chuck D}

[Verse One - every last word or syllable is echoed]
Don't go to Getty, go to Exxon
Like "Bonita Applebum," ya gotta put me on
Got good luck like Lucky Charms leprechaun
Can't believe Freaky Tah and Big L is gone
You think I'm a mailman, well my delivery
Ain't no other brother like the B-I with the Z
Emezah-A-Rrrah, say K-I with the E
I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali
Not number one but here to have fun
Guaranteed to proceed and get the job done
Y'all, know, my competition is none
Funky funky fresh from the day I begun
You rock with me, you're guaranteed to have a ball
Got a big belly, over six feet tall
My favorite team is the Vikings when I watch football
Here's another one to get you off the wall

[Chorus - unknown female while Jeff scratches]
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up {"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up {"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up {"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up, up, up {"C'mon!"}

[Verse Two - with the same echo]
Soon to be elected in the Hall of Fame
I rock the microphone, emceeing's my game
I flip so many styles, my name should be Flipper
On Three's Company, I wish I was Jack Tripper
Back in the days, I used to eat {?}litina{?}
Back in the days, my sister had a Thumbelina
Back in the days, I liked a girl named Angelina
Back in the days, I wanted to get in between her
My jingle bella, alwa

Fame Soundtrack - Lets Play A Love Scene

Artist: Fame Soundtrack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
We always seem to be
Sister and brotherly,
It's such a lovely way to be,
And I want to say what it means to me,
How I could be the same without you,
And something more that I know
Though I never could show,
How it kept right on growing,
The way I know I really fell about you
The way I know I'll always feel about you,
Why can't we, why can't we, why can't we try ...

To play a love scene,
We don't need the violins to play a love scene
Where we see how love begins,
If we could find a way to start
And learn to play the part,
A perfect scene from a play unknown,
Let's play a love scene, love scene of our own

And I want to say what it means to me,
how Ic ould never be the same without you,
And something more that I know
Though I never could show
How it kept right on growing,
The way I know I really feel about you
the way I know I'll always feel about you
Why can't we, why can't we, why can't we try ...

To play a love scene,
We don't need the violins to play a love scene,
Where we see how love begins
Find a way to start,
And play it from the heart
Let's play a love scene ...Love scene
Of our own
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Bizkit Limp: All In The Family with KoRn Follow The Leader

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f-cker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.

Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the f-ck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers,
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."

Jonathan: What the f-ck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what, you better your f-ckin' mouth Jon.

Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f-ck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never f-ck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.

Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (f-ck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.

Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-f-cked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f-ckin' nut (oh yeah).

Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.

Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f-ckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.

Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll f-ck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f-ck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother f-cker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what

Everything But The Girl - Oxford Street

Artist: Everything But The Girl
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
When I was ten I thought my brother was God - he'd lie in bed and turn out the
light with a fishing rod. I learned the names of all his football team, aid I
still remembered them when I was nineteen.
Strange the things deal that I remember still - shouts from the playground when
I was home and ill. My sister taught me all that she learned there; when we
grow up, we said, we'd share a flat somewhere.
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street.
Where I grow up there were no factories. there was a school and shops and some
fields and trees, and rows of houses one by one appeared. I was born in one and
lived there for eighteen years.
Then when I was nineteen. I thought the Humber would be the gateway from my
little world into the real world. But there is no real world - we live side by
side, and sometimes collide. .
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street. It was a little world; I grew
up in a little world.
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Murderdolls - Dressed To Depressed

Artist: Murderdolls
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I got a snotty nose
I got nappy hair
My mommy don't love me
And my daddy don't care
My sister's a slut
And my brother's a drunk
And I'm standing in the mirror now
Getting myself all dressed up

Everything's okay
At least that's what they say
One foot in the gutter
The other's in the drain
Punch the clock I'm your slave
For the rest of my life 12 hours a day
No future, no way
I was born to lose but that's okay

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a f-cked up mess

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life is f-cked up

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a f-cked up mess

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a f-cked up mess
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Arrogant Worms, The - Car Full Of Pain

Artist: Arrogant Worms, The
Music Album: The Arrogant Worms
(Music Song Lyrics):
I bought me an auto, an '81 ford escort wagon
Now the fan it be broke and the tail-pipe it be draggin'
I feel like a schlemiel, my mechanic's fit for hangin'
I got to go to rust check , 'bout the price i'll be hagglin'
I can't drive it home because the muffler it be saggin'
Got a car full of pain

Satan's is my engine, beelzebub's in my trunk
Mephistopheles' at the wheel because i'm too gosh darn drunk
Baal's my passenger and lucifer's beside him
A demon's in the coolant, i got bats in the transmission
This escort needs an exorcism, pan is to blame
Got a car full of pain

I put a tiger in my tank, i let a champ spark my gas
Now i got's a demon in the hood, a pain in the ass
I think the seats are broken (oh, no)
Okay play us some blues on that harp
Blind lemon trevor!
[insert trevor's cool harmonica solo here]

Please, please mister, take your blessed wrench
Cast out this demon horde and replace the brimstone stench
With the smell of gasoline, a heavenly muffled roar
I'll worship you oh speedy man, mister goodwrench even more
Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh god, let it run

And now it purrs just like a kitten, it roars just like a lion (roar!? what?)
I purrs just like a temple golden carved by the mayans
Here comes the mechanic, oh no, how much?
Four hundred bucks, you piece of slime, you smell and you suck
Your father was a jackal, your mom's his sister's bitch
Got a car full of pain

Yeah i got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
Got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
Car full of, car full of, car full of pain
Hey
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