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PostSubject: W.A.S.P.   W.A.S.P. - Page 4 EmptySun 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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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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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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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]

Because nothing can change my wicked heart
Nothing can tame my wicked heart
Nothing unchains my wicked heart
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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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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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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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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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[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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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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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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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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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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[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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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

[Repeat chorus]
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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"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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