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| Subject: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:41 am | |
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One woman down my street is too hot for the average man Hard to handle, a fire in her eyes Wants the hot rocks right in her hand I know she's burning, hot with love A come-on look and she ain't fooling And she knows just what it does She gave me a number to make me feel fine Said call me up baby It's gonna 9.5. - N.A.S.T.Y. You're everything I need 'Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please N.A.S.T.Y., you're everything I need 'Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please
Ooh - no mama's baby, this child She's a killer wrapped in high-heel shoes Touch the skin - it burns like fire I don't even care if I'm being used Threw me down and then she tore off my jeans She said, come on, babe, I mean business I'm gonna show you what liberated means
Do it to me baby I'm losing my mind Said call me up honey Tonight I'm 9.5. - N.A.S.T.Y. You're everything I need 'Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please N.A.S.T.Y., you're everything I need 'Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please
Some bad habits are hard to break Like an earthquake coming I got to shake, shake, shake
9.5. - N.A.S.T.Y. You're everything I need 'Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:00 am | |
| Mississippi queen, if you know what I mean Mississippi queen, she taught me everything Way down around Vicksburg, around Louisiana way Where lived the Cajun lady, aboard the Mississippi Queen You know she was a dancer, she moved better on wine
While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine
Mississippi queen, if you know what I mean Mississippi queen, she taught me everything This lady she asked me, if I would be her man You know that I told her, I'd do what I can To keep her lookin' pretty, buy her dresses that shine
While the rest of them dudes were makin' their friends Boy, I beg your pardon, I was losin' mine
I was losin' my mind, on the Mississippi Queen
Mississippi queen, if you know what I mean Mississippi queen, she taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, around Louisiana way Where lived the Cajun lady, aboard the Mississippi Queen You know she was a dancer. she moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine
I was gettin' mine I was gettin' mine
No, you can't have mine No no, you can't have mine To keep a Mississippi queen
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:00 am | |
| Hooray for the last of the madness Hooray for no more misery Cause I'm in the middle of darkness Ya see no hope's a dangerous thing
Come on and kill me I know that's what you want Kill me, I know that's what you want Kill me, I know that's all you want Kill me, I know that's all you, all that you want
One way takes away all the sadness One way take away all of me You pushed me to a suicide darkness Gimme some death mama, my name's misery
Come on and kill me I know that's what you want Kill me, I wanna die in your arms forever Kill me, I know that's what you want Kill me, so my tortured eyes Never see you again
There's hate on face, the last that I'll ever see As I stare into the eyes of my misery And I'll leave you with the memory of me My sweetest revenge lies here in your misery
Hooray for the horror of darkness Horray for the horror is me I'm inside on the dark ride of madness Gimme some death daddy, my name's misery
Come on and kill me I know that's what you want Kill me, I wanna die in your arms forever Kill me, I know that's what you want Kill me, so my tortured eyes Never see you again So I never see you again So I never see you again
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:00 am | |
| Am I free Am I done believing Oh God Jehovah I've never known religion Lost in the darkness of my memories Deep in the darkness of my heart Coiled in the grasses that torment me There lies my serpents in the dark
Father I'm here in the dark And I know it's forever night Ain't nothing gonna change forever My wicked heart Father I'm here in the dark And I know my heart is the darkness Oh tell me can you claim me never My darkest heart
Am I too far beyond forgiving A borrowed soul ain't never known believing Lost in the dark can you forgive me Deep in the darkness of my heart Coiled in the grasses that torment me There lies my serpents in the dark
[Repeat chorus]
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:00 am | |
| I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and Elizabeth steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was raised in a lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of perfection in my father's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon.
My brother and I were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and dark. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even think of such a thing. But my brother who had always sensed my parent's instilled insecurities tried his best to encourage me. For I was born different and he knew it. He often told me when I was born an angel flew over my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said "You shall be the one". And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I grew older I began to understand. Most boys put their mother on a pedestal and worship them like the Virgin Mary but with her too my relationship was different and not for the good. She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced, overbearing, believed everything she read, true or not, and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination but she was pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life.
This was a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would look back on in bewilderment and the women I sought after when I was older would be nothing like her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel for my fire. These four characteristics of my personality would become the guiding force of my life and would control everything I did or was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror was to become, at times, my altar of refuge and other, my alter ego and its magnificent obsession with a relentless pursuit of attention. It served as a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness. It was the one place I could go to see inside myself, to find love, in an otherwise loveless household where I could be great, where I could be anything or anyone I wanted to be - one hundred percent pure escapism until I discovered its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own. It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could ever dream, at least in my case - all except two.
It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For one year after his death I roamed the streets in a fog barely conscious of anything or anyone. I discovered alcohol, and girls, drugs and in general a life I had never known which was exciting, frightening and wonderfully dangerous. And it was then as I staggered through a down town city street in one of my drunken rages I stumbled across a small music shop and in the window stood the instrument, the fiery tool that would become the object of my new found desire. The instrument of my passion, my obsession, the blood-red six string. It was like I'd known the thing all my life.
I soon found it was the only way I could truly express myself. It was a way to vent all my frustrations and all my pain - completely opened all my Four Doors Of Doom and I found myself going to the mirror for counsel less and less. Because of this my songs seemed to write themselves and I knew my destiny was in my music but I was going to have to get out of this backwards town I was in if I was ever going to succeed. I was 16 going nowhere and the only thing my parents knew was 'live, work, die. ' And if I stayed there that was exactly what was going to happen to me - I was gonna die. So I ran away to the big city with the lights, excitement and danger and a chance for me to finally live and do my music without the persecution I had known for so long. I hitchhiked all the way with a suitcase in one hand and my guitar in the other and as I stood at the edge of the city the magic of the place was incredibly intense. It was to be my new home the place I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'. I lived and struggled in the arena for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a lawyer for 25 years before he discovered he could fuck over more people in the recording industry then he ever could in a court of law and he was the president of one of the biggest record companies in the world. The music business to Charlie was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb to be led to slaughter and the weapon of choice was his record company that he'd wield like a mighty sword. The great tool he would lovingly refer to as 'The Chainsaw'. The morgue, Charlie said, was the music business where everyone sells out. Where all the artists will eventually whore themselves to commercialism, the place where the music comes to die. And through him I learned everything I needed to know about the music business and even things I didn't want to know. He said he could make me a star, one of the biggest things the world had ever seen. The big time was calling and I was on my way. He introduced me to an aspiring young manager named Alex Rodman and together we took on the whole fucking world and kicked it square in the ass.
Just before the release of my first album I was sitting on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had it done so I was more than happy to say yes. She revealed a deck of Tarot cards and began to tell me of my past in which she went into great detail about the pain of my youth, my brother and my parents. She saw my present with my great struggle to succeed and fulfillment of my dreams and new found happiness but after about ten minutes she stopped and I wanted to know of my future and pleaded for her to go on and finally she spoke. She showed me a very disturbing vision of where I was going. I told her that I wanted a phenomenal wealth and fame and in the cards she saw a fallen hero and looked at me and said "Be careful what you wish for - it might come true, for the face of death wears the mask of the King of Mercy". I asked her if she was sure of what she had seen and with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life.
Success agreed with me with amazing ease. The more records I sold the more excess I had of everything - friends, money, women, cars, houses. It was at one of my nightly hedonisms where a flash individual entered the room. He introduced himself as the Doctor. I asked him what kind of doctor and he smiled and said, "meet my friend Uncle Sam". The mirror that was once on the wall, my alter ego, was now talking to me from the table and the next three years were a blur. Drugs became the new candy and alcohol became the new Coca Cola and Doctor Rockter was my new best friend and I never heard the mirror speak again until tonight.
I was at the peak of my career and the world saw me as I had always wanted it, The Idol, the Great Crimson Idol. Now I had everything it seemed, everything but the one thing that would have meant more to me than anything. The pain that manifested itself into my obsession, the acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home.
One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy Rider Parties. An Easy Rider Party was when everybody would come over to my house, the band, the doctor, hot and cold running women etc. And we'd watch the movie and do everything going on the film only a lot more. And he threatened to leave me if I didn't clean up. It was not that he cared about me as a person he was only interested in my talent and what I could do to further his own career as a true showbiz mogul. But it was then I realised just how far things had gone. So I sat there alone in my palace of pain and I was just numb from the alcohol and the drugs but equally as intoxicated by my own fame and I had just enough courage to pick up the phone and dial the number. My mind went into a whirlwind thinking of what would happen and the fear overcame me and I started to put down the phone but before I could a voice at the other end rang out and it sent a chill through me that I had never known. It was my mother. It was hard for me to speak, my heart pounding out of my chest but when I did I did the best I could. She was very cold. But I knew the shock of suddenly hearing from me after all these years was overwhelming and I was hoping that all the time that had passed would heal the deep wounds between my parents and me but... I desperately wanted them to approve of me, to accept me - it was all I ever wanted. I hoped my success would finally prove my worthiness and they would welcome the prodigal son home. All I wanted was for them to be proud of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son".
Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning out. And on this night the great finale is finally here. 'Be careful what you wish for - it may come true. ' Long live, long live the King of Mercy.
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:01 am | |
| Never Say Die
[Disciples to Jesse] Never say die Never say die, no , no Never say die no more
Never say die Never say die, no , no Never say die my boy
[Judah to Jesse] Where will we go from here My Neon One Or will we wander from now on Is there a promised land we hear Of ever Neon sun Take us all down to you Heaven My pagan son
Lead us a thousand years Red rising sun Stoned wilderness And give us love You blew a breath into our ears With your dying dove Are we all hellbound forever My heathen son
[Disciples to Jesse] Never say die Never say die, no , no Never say die no more
[Judah to Jesse] Never say die Never say die, no , no Never say die my boy But where do we go from here We really wanna know It is down, down, down, down Or is it our Neon God | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:01 am | |
| I went away for a whole lot of days And stripped the soul right outlaw me Lead away in a crimson haze The red was rain over me
There ain't no way outta here I try to scream, I can't even speak Why am I the only one I can't get out and I can't go on There ain't no way out of here Forever red and I'm never free Climb the wall, I can't hold on I can't go back and I can't go on
There were faces in the dark and In me I could not see The mirror cracked in a million pieces And so did I cause Johnny's me
I'll fade forever black away I'll give all my tomorrows for just one good today I'm numb to feel, don't know what's real The ghost is killing me
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:01 am | |
| Dancing with danger right until dawn The sin that you buy and you sell Mom and daddy said "the life that you've led, You'll party your way straight to hell"
On Your knees, You shall be on your knees Cos I want you on your knees You shall be on your knees And I need you on your knees You shall be on your knees Cos I want you on your knees You shall be on your knees
Playing with fire, lust in you burns Reflecting the flames in your eyes Sex and pain insane, they're really the same Misused and confused, bound and tied
On Your knees, You shall be on your knees Cos I want you on your knees You shall be on your knees And I need you on your knees You shall be on your knees Cos I want you on your knees You shall be on your knees
On your knees that's where you all shall be Well I bid you come taste your first deadly sin Riding the wild wind and the door to submission Will open and you shall fall in
On Your knees, You shall be on your knees Cos I want you on your knees You shall be on your knees And I need you on your knees You shall be on your knees Cos I want you on your knees You shall be on your knees
On your knees On your knees On your knees On your knees
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:01 am | |
| [BIlly to Jesse]
We are the lost of timeless Hazes never found We walk the new rays of the rising sun In here's a heaven where no pain is found
[Jesse to Billy]
Take away the pain of life for me Take me where I'm numb Take me tripping to the light I see With magic colors of the rising sun
[BIlly to Jesse]
In here are the doors of blindness Trails of rainbows round Lost asylums of forgotten sons Will you rise up will you touch your God. The sky's slip into the rising seas And drown your Neon One Come touch the faces of the Gods you seek In the Red Room of the Rising Sun
[Jesse to Billy]
Is there love to save me Or just illusion Is there none to claim me Just delusion
[BIlly to Jesse]
Open the doors to your mind And hide in your dreams The Red Room is laughing The Red Sun is happy Close the holes here inside Don't believe all you think The Red Room is crying The Red Sun is rising Hold on, hold on Touch the faces of God and roll on Into the Red Room And free your Neon One
Hold on, can you roll on Fly the haze's along Into the Rising Sun And feel your Neon love Hold on, can you hold on Oh - can you feel it shining See it rising with the sun
Hold on, can you hold on Oh - can you feel shining See it rising With this love | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:02 am | |
| I live my life like A shot in the wind If tomorrow don't come I know I stole me share of fun for me Cause I'm too fast, too rad I'm going wasted when I go The cost of freedom's never free It's the deep six it's my fix It's my best friend Cause it's my way, or the highway I tell ya it's the living end
I'm a rebel in the F.D.G. And I say only God in the heaven knows I'm a bad child, come and love me And I say oh, yeah I'm a rebel in the F.D.G. And I say only God in the heaven knows I'm a bad child, come and love me And I say oh, yeah
If you're fast ya might last Show ya gotta go A wild one in the decadent zoo Ooh, I lick up all my seven deadly sins Cause I'm too hot, too cool I might burn, but I'll burn in the wind It's the deep six it's my fix Cause it's my way or the highway I'll tell ya what I am
Oh I, I feel the heat and I I touch the flesh and bone And I feel the kiss of fire Too fast to live, too fast to die Mom and Daddy say,"I'm dancing in the fire"
Sometimes I feel like an animal in a cage I pace back and forth, and look around For something to sink my teeth into But nobody knows what's going on inside me | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:02 am | |
| ANGEL OF ORLEANS in me I'll tell you no lies Ravens have bore me wings to fly King of the night time forever It's all I'm living for I'll embrace my immortal Forever night
One crimson kiss is bleeding My raven heart Tales of the darkside here is all right Bring me the nighttime forever It's all you're dying for Take me hand and I'll show ya Forever night Raven - say you want me to Rain the dark on forever you Raven heart No there ain't nothing dark that I won't do My raven heart'll bleed all over you | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:02 am | |
| Come look at me do you like what you see? If you smash the mirror you'll still not be free Look in the glass and you'll see who you are And you'll run but you'll not run far If you talk to me maybe I'll talk to you We'll tell lies together but never the truth Just you and me and I'll see what you do You'll watch me, and I'm all over you
Come to the mirror my boy I'm the face that you see When the face isn't yours A Phantom, I'm hiding inside Yes I'm what you see When you see in my eyes
My doctor said listen I'll help if I can But you're psychosomatic so I'm not your man The head doctor made me, give you what you need Some sedation to stop what you see But no one can help me I hide in my room, but he moves and lets loose My Four Doors of Doom Just let me out, you'll see who I am I'm controlling the man
Come to the mirror my boy I'm the face that you see When the face isn't yours A Phantom, I'm hiding inside Yes I'm what you see When you see in my eyes
Don't act surprised I see what you do Can't let your....? And kill off the boy that's in you Trust me you fool The price that's inside you
Two will kneel They can't see who they are A reflection is cast On a conscience of war I am the mirror The plaything of men The true alter ego The phantom within
Come to the mirror my boy I'm the face that you see When the face isn't yours A Phantom, I'm hiding inside Yes I'm what you see When you see in my eyes
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:03 am | |
| For so long now, I'm racing on in the wind On this road, I'm moving on I feel her heat, the desert sun burning skin Never stopping, always on the run Ooh, forever all I want is you here by my side But I can't wait too long, no Holding me is like taming the seven seas
[REFRAIN:] I want restless gypsy, all I need Is to catch the wind, where my heart's in And I'm riding in the breeze Call me restless gypsy, to the end Riding free - is all I need My spirit's in the wind
Move too fast no never hold me down Catch me if you really think you can Feel my touch, two lovers, cry that sound Never ever knowing who I am Ooh, I want you closer, baby, don't you take too long 'Cause tomorrow I'll be gone, yeah And holding me is like holding the seven seas
[REFRAIN:]
Easy rider on the highway Got the wind in my hair Come on, you can touch me where I lay Running free without a care
Come on, restless gypsy, all I need Is to catch the wind, where my heart's in And I'm riding in the breeze Call me, restless gypsy, to the end Riding free - is all I need My spirit's in the wind
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:03 am | |
| [Disciples to Congregation] Oh, we are the dark descending Feel the magic The never ending son Oh, we are the lost ascending Last of Eden Never ending heathen love
[Jesse to Congregation] Show me your Blind submissive love Paint my name across Your face in everlasting blood
Won't you come to me Don't you believe in your god of love I'm your god you need I'll give you heathen love
Oh won't you believe I come to breathe life into your doves And I'll make you see Make all believe neon
[Congregation to Jesse] Change us all forever Claim us all for life Take us all to your heaven Change us all for love
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:03 am | |
| Why's my blood race Why I gnash my teeth Sand man's come here With his misery You wrought with pain As you slash my flesh Wrath's revenge lives again
I'll kill your pain oh the seeds of cane I ain't no stranger giving love Don't ya plead Oh won't ya bleed for me Hell's be raining from above
I'm coming home Vengeance be thy name I'm coming home Revengeance scream my name
Cane killed Abel - did his brother's deed Cursed all time Damned to spread his seed Pricks to blind Thorns are in my side Oh, slay thy brother's life
[Repeat bridge] [Repeat chorus]
Oh your God's got you dying to be Oh your martyr's in the sand I'll hunt you down like the dogs that you be Your Armageddon's in my hands
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:03 am | |
| Thunder pounding my brains in A six string rock and roll razor Nobody's gonna save me The whole world drives me crazy I hate work, I hate school I got a case of the rock's dead blues
Friday night I'll be raging Midnight gonna be wasted Friday I'm raising Hell, I'm gonna be wasted Time to party, raise a glass Tell everybody to kiss my ass
Let me go-dead or rock, dead or rock Dead or rock, dead or rock If rock and roll dies I'll take my last breath Rock and roll to death Dead or rock, dead or rock, dead or rock Pass the bullets please, dead or rock Find me a grave, help me dig it If rock's dead then bury me with it Dead or rock, dead or rock, dead or rock Pass the bullets please, dead or rock To death do us part to my last breath Gimme rock or gimme death | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:04 am | |
| Thunder pounding my brains in A six string rock and roll razor Nobody's gonna save me The whole world drives me crazy I hate work, I hate school I got a case of the rock's dead blues
Friday night I'll be raging Midnight gonna be wasted Friday I'm raising Hell, I'm gonna be wasted Time to party, raise a glass Tell everybody to kiss my ass
Let me go-dead or rock, dead or rock Dead or rock, dead or rock If rock and roll dies I'll take my last breath Rock and roll to death Dead or rock, dead or rock, dead or rock Pass the bullets please, dead or rock Find me a grave, help me dig it If rock's dead then bury me with it Dead or rock, dead or rock, dead or rock Pass the bullets please, dead or rock To death do us part to my last breath Gimme rock or gimme death | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:04 am | |
| There’s never a day That’s passing my way That I never need it My hands on the wheel My foot’s on the steel Cuz I’ve gotta feel it
The rock rolls forever on Like thunder coming down I said the rock rolls forever on Like thunder coming down
It flows through my veins Like thunder and rain And I can’t live without it I scream for the crowds And turn it up loud Cuz I’ve gotta shout it
The rock rolls forever on Like thunder coming down I said the rock rolls forever on Like thunder coming down
Six string and lightning strikes Don’t make me blind Turn it up Bring down the peddle to the metal Just one more time
The rock rolls forever on Like thunder coming down I said the rock rolls forever on Like thunder coming down
Forever never stop Forever never stop
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:04 am | |
| The man of steal is Master of lies This rubber mother's Tied to me for life Heart breaker the snake He'll do it to you Oh he's killing me alive
I'm tied to rubber I'm tied up for life
I'm dying from pain Let me go Here he comes I'm hiding my hole Don't give me your grease I'm dying for rubber I'm dying from pain I'm dying no Don't give me your love Get down on your knees And give me your rubber
The son of Charlie Morgue of liars Don't let him get ya Oh or he'll sodomize you Ball breaker and raper'll Do it to you Rubber man's a fucking liar
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:04 am | |
| I'm looking to beat hell, looks like I've got to run to be the leader As my forces yell, you can hear 'em, can't you hear them?
All the way-we'll go the distance All the way-stand behind me now All the way-no turning back All the way cause we are together
I'm standin' proud, we're screaming loud I'll lead the crowd Running wild in the streets A heavy dose of mean, yeah, I'm a lethal combination Hear my forces scream, you can see them, can't you see them? All the way-we'll go the distance All the way-stand behind me now All the way-no turning back All the way we are together
I'm standin' proud, we're screaming loud I'll lead the crowd Running wild in the streets
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:07 am | |
| Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
Anything for you Is what you told me The day I sat there with you. So I know nothing lasts forever. When will we realize it's gone?
Anything for you Is what you told me The day I sat there with you. Do we understand that words were not enough? You said to me that this would last forever.
Why did we rely on The time when I lied, The time when I said I can't live without you?
It's all over now.
Why? You walked away. Why?
You said that I, You said that I don't wanna work it out. You know that I tried. I do that sometimes. We're just wasting time.
Why did we rely on The time when I lied, The time when I said I can't live without you?
I know you to say to me that things have changed. I look in your eyes And I know that things will remain the same. You said that I, That I follow you. We've lost it all again.
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:09 am | |
| Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
Anything for you Is what you told me The day I sat there with you. So I know nothing lasts forever. When will we realize it's gone?
Anything for you Is what you told me The day I sat there with you. Do we understand that words were not enough? You said to me that this would last forever.
Why did we rely on The time when I lied, The time when I said I can't live without you?
It's all over now.
Why? You walked away. Why?
You said that I, You said that I don't wanna work it out. You know that I tried. I do that sometimes. We're just wasting time.
Why did we rely on The time when I lied, The time when I said I can't live without you?
I know you to say to me that things have changed. I look in your eyes And I know that things will remain the same. You said that I, That I follow you. We've lost it all again.
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:09 am | |
| Alright, all of you bloody bastards Better hold tight Oh yeah It's Saturday night Cockfighting rumbles Going all night, alright Tonight
Oh yeah it's cockfighting saturday And I say Oh say Oh All right, I'm gonna fuck or fight It's my way, it's alright tonight
Oh it's saturday night Oh I'm getting high and I say Alright so high At midnight I'm out for blood and I say Oh yeah, it's alright tonight
Give me your life I'll give you mine Oh a rumbles on tonight It's do or die An eye for an eye Oh it's alright tonight | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:09 am | |
| I'm a night rider burning the highways, no brakes I ride Tasmanian Devil, a mean streak as wide as the sky As wild as the night Cause I'm a wild screaming eagle I thunder and roll down the line No one can see that I got to be free All that I need's just to ride in the breeze I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay Don't tread on me cause I'm living to be S-s-s-s-s-savage I'm a fur stroking monster, I'll eat you alive My heart is my smoking sportster, cross me and you'll not survive My wheels are my life No one can see that I got to be free All that I need's just to ride in the breeze I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay Don't tread on me cause I'm living to be S-s-s-s-s-savage Don't dare touch me Five hundred c-c-c-c-c-c-s No one can see that I got to be free All that I need's just to ride in the breeze I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay Don't tread on me cause I'm destined to be Savage To be free, ride in the breeze No don't you touch me I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay Sa-sa-sa-savage | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:09 am | |
| Grit your teeth and listen for the gun Get in the runners block and kneel And run the human race That decadent decathalon Let the games begin for real
Stop scaring me-it's bedlam in paradise Stop I can't see-nowhere I can hide Scared to run, this monstrous marathon of fear
I run the races with a dark horse to win Across a finish line of fear I swim a sea of skin, afraid to drown in flesh X-generation, revolutions here
Scared to have sex-I don't wanna die Scared I'll be next-I'm scared for my life Dying to live, but there ain't no way outta here alive
All we're all scared there's Nowhere to run-I'm scared to death Nowhere to hide-scared I'll be next Oh-stop, stop, stop, stop Nowhere to run-I'm scared to death Nowhere to hide-scared I'll be next Oh-stop, stop, stop, stop
Am I a prisoner of the universe? Is destiny fixed among the stars? Should I cry or laugh? All I know is that The best time to laugh is any time you can
Life's one big party-thrown here by God We all get invitations-if we want them or not It's all truth or dare and nothing is fair No no no We're all scared there's Oh, it's the decade of fear No way out of here, no, no, no No, no, no -no, no, no -no, no, no Oh scream in my ears Oh stop what I hear, no, no, no No, no, no -no, no, no -no, no, no | |
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| Subject: Re: W.A.S.P. Sun Dec 19, 2010 11:41 pm | |
| "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of American. And to the republic for which it stands. One nation under gob, indivisible... with liberty and justice for all!" My eyes are burning Bells are ringing in my ears Alarm clock's wailing Class bells screaming I can't hear! A text book mad house Twelve years I'm here in a rage A juvenile jail And I'm here locked up In their cage! School daze! School daze! I'm here doing time School daze! School daze! My age is a crime School daze! School daze! I'm here doing time School daze! School daze! I'm attending "Hell high" A blackboard jungle tows the line The rulers made A homework hellhouse Screams at me Yes, it's a grave! Tick-tock, 3 o'clock I'm sitting here I'm counting off the days A fire bell's ringing hell And I'd sure like to see the blaze! BURN it down! School daze! School daze! I'm here doing time School daze! School daze! My age is a crime School daze! School daze! I'm here doing time School daze! School daze! I'm attending "Hell high" I pledge no allegiance And I bet They're gonna drive me craze yet Nobody here Is understanding me I pledge no allegiance And I bet They're gonna drive me craze yet I'm dying here And trying to get free! Wow!
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