[Pharrell]. Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n. A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin'. First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin'.
There's a place on Figueroa Street,. Where you can always go. Smiling faces you might meet,. Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,. The Sportsman Bar. Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,.
? An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time.. Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.. Judgment day the second coming arrives.. Before you see the light baby you must die..
Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you. Sorry I wanted only to kiss you. Sorry I promised to love you forever. Made you feel guilty, oh when you left me.
Sigfried and Roy. Sigfried and Roy.. Sigfried and Roy... and Roy... and Roy.... . You be Sigfried and I'll be Roy. You be Sigfried and I'll be Roy.. You be Sigfried and I'll be Roy. You be Sigfried and I'll be Roy..
Yeah she's on it, yeah she's on it. Why'd she have to fuck around with that bullshit?. She used to look so pretty, just like a model. Now she's going downhill at full throttle.
You wanted. To save her. From her Heavy Metal behavior. . Saw sadness. In her world. And so you made her be your girlfriend. . When she sang those songs it made your cry.
The whispers in the hall never bother her at all. Or the laughter from the boys in the gymnasium. Frauline Mueller is alarmed at the scratches on her arm.
You gotta win. You gotta win. You gotta win. You gotta win 'cos Ima win. . You gotta win. You gotta win. You gotta win. See Ima win, Ima win. . We will not be the losers.
Pedaling around, my head's facing down. Watching specs in the road, whiz by before my eyes. . Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu. The old German vampire with the blinds closed.
Lately, my insecurity has got me paralyzed. Look in the Mirror. It's getting clearer.. I've got those Ed McMahon eyes.. Feelin' humble, Just like Barney Rubble.
You just lost a good girl. Good girl, good girl. A good girl. You lost today. . From such a good thing. Good girl, good girl. From such a good thing. You walked away.
Nigga, put down ya beer and snatch up ya chair 'n. A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin'. First the firing then the siren, you'll be hearin'. Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin'.
Santa's got a mullet and he's coming christmas eve. Santa's got a mullet, he's bringing gifts for you and me. Frosty's got a stovepipe hat. And rudolphs nose is red.
Rock bands play hard from 9 to 5. But they still got a sensitive side. When they want our sympathy. They put down their flying v's. Ballads show how much they care.
Don't stop believin'. That you can't do nothin'. Get yourself a second-hand guitar. And set the world on fire. Any old axe will do. Anything but a Squier.
yeah im tried of you. sick of all your abuse. and condenstion. im sick of you. . tired of the games. you play like a child. tired of the lies. and your cheap ass smile.
YEAH!. Well I'm MC Parry and I'm here to say. That I came all the way from Goleta Way. And I'm recording in this old studio. Just standing around, kicking up the show.
Chorus:. Malai Chodeara jau,sara Sansaar hasau. Kalpana Jhai Belau Tara Farkeara Na Aau. Yaada Bani Na Aau,Sapani ma Na Aau. Bihani Ko Woojeanima Malai Na Beujhyau.
Go back to Portland,. Go back to school,. Go back to the 90's,. When shit was cool,. Go back to metal, go back to punk,. Go back to fucking,. And fuckin up,.