Mean Machine

The horror of a mad dog. Is chilling my blood in my brains. The lights disappearing. The cloud getting pregnant with rain. There's a rumor going round that.

Miss America

Machine

My Dream Girl Don't Exist

my dream girl don't exist. and at the age of five she slit her wrists. she didn't know that i'de be hanging around. so her parents buried her in the ground.

Marching Theme

Motel Room In My Bed

My Goodness

My Soul Cries Your Name

Make The Music Go Bang

Murderama

Macabre tape is spinning 'round. Marking your place underground. Neighbors say; don't be so loud. While you beat their lives out. . Partners in crime earned a dime.

Madhouse

When night comes I see him. He walks around our muppet wing. He has a fistful of puppet strings. But he never says a thing. . In the madhouse. . She's always talking jibberish.

Motto

Have you ever felt that. Something, you know that. Something that keeps you sane?. And you can't explain why --. But you know it's what's. Left inside you and I know that.

Mr. Chevy Celebrity

My Very Own Flag

Something that's inside of me. It's something that I cannot see. Like rules and regulations. Passed down for generations. I wish I had my very own flag,.

Motown Never Sounded So Good

So you say, all your white flags are up and that you've had enough and that you were tired of collecting dust, you say everything always looks the same and you made your brand new face to match your brand new place, you say all your distress calls have gone out and your ship is going down.

Modern World

This is the modern world. This is the modern world. . What kind of fool do you think I am?. To think I know nothing but the modern world. All my life is spent outside.

Mostly Memories

I can't seem to recognize. Either side of this modern version or fading person I was. I tried to memorize dates and times of. Old accidents and the failed attempts.

Malt Liquor Tastes Better When You've Got Problems

Mississippi Mud

1-2-3. When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out. And the people gather 'round and they all begin to shout. "Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud. It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.

Mixology Of Tom Collins

A friend of mine he pointed out to me. That who I've become. Is not the same person that I used to be. A friend of mine he pointed out to me. That I'm not the same as I used to be.