Procreation - annihilation. Corruption - assassinations. ?. Urination - copulation. . Invocation of the holocaust. Our leaders count the cost. Our demons dwell in greed.
You fucked me over. You stupid fucking bitch... die!. . Chop off your head,. And chop off your tits... slut!. . You broke my heart -. Now you are fucking dead... cunt!.
This beat that the devil today. Has nurtured and fostered. Is inspired by the powers of hell. And there are young people that are in these rock groups that are.
You think we'll ever find any real intelligent life out there?. Who cares?. . You think we'll ever find any real intelligent life out there?. You think we'll ever find any real intelligent life out there?.
If you use me well. I can be your slave. . I am Electro. Out of control. Out of control. Out of control. . (Hey get up). (Hey get up). (Hey get up). (Hey get up).
It snowed, It snowed. It snowed last night. Everything is sparkling with diamond light. The road is bare. It's four feet high. Honey let's play hooky.
It's in our hello. In the way your smile glows. And it's in our good bye. In the tear in your eye. And all in between. When you're lookin at me. . I know I know I know.
written by: Malcolm McLaren/R. Kilgore/M. Kessler. There's a girl I simply dote on. She has no single flaw. A simple skirt and coat on. And a sailor had of straw.
I remember when I first went to school. They said, Don't be a joker, don't be a fool. Pledge your allegiance to the red, white and blue. Don't expect your country to do nothin' for you.
I want candy, bubble gum and taffy. Skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy. Got my pennies saved so I'm her sugar daddy. I'm her Hugh Cronyn, and she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy.
tuck in that shirt. what are those shoes?. feet off the chair. my album is blue. . i am rivahs. who are you?. shut your face. bring some glue. my glasses broke.
I be the one that they be pullin' off that fool on the flow. After we be goin' toe to toe. I holds mine, never do I be talkin' no shit. 'Cause niggaz that be talkin' that shit, always get it.
In the alley. . Oh yeah.... You know what I'm sayin'.... We peel mothafuckin' cops around here.... You can't come around here talkin' that shit. You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and.
Who wanna step into the room?. Where that nigga ren be at, makin' shit that's phat. 'cause in '95 I gotta hustle for yo ass. Droppin' shit like in the past.
I've got nobody waiting for me. There's no one that I have to see. Anytime, anyplace that I said I would be. Finally I'm free and I'll be anywhere. . I'll chase my tail till I fall in a heap.
Get back in your hole, get dead, son. Get back in your hole, get bent. Get back in your hole, get dead, son. Get back in your hole, get bent. . Crawl under a rock and get lost, boy.