I'm a singer. I sing songs. . Piled into our big black van. . And the we drove it all across this land. . Playing music that was big and loud. The open road is what it's all about.
Misanthropic maniacs. Is what we've all become. We don't hate. Just anything. We just hate everyone. We hate the malls. But we love beer. And we hate our mothers.
Sweep up, little sweeper boy. It's you who's got the wig on here. Sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up. . Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow.
Send my fond regards to Lonelyville. I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill. Oh, I'll grow hale on seawater. A son on the honey milk. And leave something to loneliness.
Red lips, red nails. Tore out my heart and put me through Hell. I used to love her. But now I hate her. I want revenge against my betrayer. I'm through trying.
I'll be arriving. 'Til the day I die. I'll be arriving. 'Til the day I die. . When the golden chair. It comes down from the sky. I'll arrive by day, by night.
I heard your voice in the Dresden. As baby took to the stairs. With all my loving. Heard your voice in the Dresden. Now it follows me everywhere. . Dear woman at the gates of the dawn.
Remember let's plant a flowering tree. Here in the rubble and debris. I'll tend it with a tear. If you only hold my hand. . How's forever been baby?. How's forever been baby?.
Some people call me a redneck. And some people call me a hick. Some people call me an asshole. And some people call me just dick. CHORUS. But I ain't a member of the N.R.A..
Marshall stacks piled high. Look like girls. But they're guys. Lots of hair with tons of gel. They sing just like. Hounds from Hell. CHORUS. Hang 'em high, hang 'em high, hang 'em high.
Now, now woman. Sweet, sweet child. Little baby. The black, black night. Will famously make of every little thing one. . Look here lady. Do you want to see me cry.
Rotten flesh dripping from my bones. As I rip through suburban homes. Creep about in a shroud of fog. I'll tear the heart from your family dog. . Ghoul's.
Ten liter diesel sitting under my hood. Going to drive it like ariving man would. Get me some chicks. And some Lone Star beer. One hand is for shifting.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes. . Come with me, I'll take you anywhere. We'll feel our way to the top of the stairs. And say hey, oh yes today. Shake your hands through the chains above.
Though I forget your name. I remember your sweet face. 'Til Doomsday, fiddle-aye. . Man, I went wild last night. Oh I went feelin' alright. I don't let Doomsday bother me.
Whose eyes are those. Too fair to be but the night in day's clothes. Speak, speak it I beg if you know it. Just say it plain. Lorraine's. . What thing is this.
I was talking to my neighbor's dog. His wisdom set me free. "Go out and have some fun," he said. "Go on a killing spree.". I never was a good boy. Don't say my prayers at night.
1, 2, 3 goodbye. I love you more in death. Than I ever could in life. . 1, 2, 3 all sigh. When the dollar is young. And the year is new. . Me and the full wolf moon.
I wake at the stroke of midnight. I need to quench my thirst. Drinking warm blood of virgins. Is my unholy curse. CHORUS. Don't blame me. If you die tonight.
Disgraceland.. Debased real estate it's just like Neverland.. Where the king of pop once hunted.. Disgraceland, The King is dead and there's no saving grace note. A beggars banquet full of thieves..