Mother Earth

Mother Earth is waitin for you, yes she is.. She is big and shes round,. And its cold way down in the ground.. . You may not be happy all the time,. You may never be that way,.

Magic Mountain

Well, Im goin up, up on Magic Mountain.. Well, Im goin so high, were gonna touch the sky.. Drink a little water, up on Magic Mountain.. Peace and love, love, love, for you and I..

Make Me Lose Control

Monterey

The people came and listened. Some of them came and played. Others gave flowers away. Yes, they did. . Down in Monterey. Down in Monterey. . Young Gods smiled upon the crowd.

Misunderstood

Mutta Ihmeistä Suurin (joka Jäi Näkemättä)

Mutta Ihmeist Suurin (joka Ji Nkemtt)

Kun olin pieni. niinkuin sieni. ptin maailmalle. vie nyt tieni. Tahdoin nhd maan luvatun. saduissa kuvatun. osasinhan pukea, kakata. en tytyisi evt pakata.

Murheellisten Laulujen Maa

Syyttömänä syntymään sattui hän. tähän maahan pohjoiseen ja kylmään,. jossa jo esi-isät juovuksissa tottakai. hakkasivat vaimot, lapset jos ne kiinni sai.

May Isang Umaga

May isang umaga, darating sa 'yo. sa liwanag ng ibang sinag ng araw.. Mumulat ka, magmamasid.. Paligid mo ay parang masmakulay.. . Hwag magtataka.. Ganon talaga..

Mirrors

Dear Miss White. Oh, damn this night. Wouldn't believe how much it snows. In the summer heat. With red iron feet. You'll be nursing a bloody nose. . Princess Wrecked.

My Heroin

Why does everybody dig the pain?. It feels good, real good. Why is everybody now insane?. Cocaine, so lame. . It's a sin, you can't win, heroin. You can't win, the shape you're in, my heroin.

Mother's Eyes

Isn't it wrong and isn't is strange. That a man goes by the color of his face. And isn't it time we've drawn the line. And decided to become a human race, yeah.

My Mistress

Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers. caress my soul as the morning mist will come. The voices make me feel how I am embraced. By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me.

Musicbox

Minstrel Boy

The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he is girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him.

Marti's Last Stand

Marti was a fightin' man. Whose story should be told. He was a son of circumstance. He couldn't quite control. His father gave him pellet guns. And plastic hand grenades.

Martha Stuart

March Of The Fleas

Maggie's Pancake Mix

Mundo Feliz

La dictadura de la belleza. De la mentira y de la edad. Y el dulce sabor del éxito en televisión. Todos somos artistas de mierda en potencia. . Himnos de esclavos.