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Voices In My Head
I want you to get a gun. And head on down to Washington. And I want you to climb up high. High in the sky and shoot them all. . Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to live.
Traditional Irish Folk Song
They come over here and they take all our land. They chop of our heads and they boil them in oil. Our children are leaving and we have no heads. We drink and we sing and we drink and we die.
Smoke
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?. And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make. What's the law now? You can only smoke in your apartment.
Rehab
We did it all. We did it all. We did whatever we could. Get our hands on back in the seventies. We did fucking handfuls of mushrooms, pills, ludes, coke.
More Drugs
And I'll tell you something else right now. I have the solution to the drug problem in this country. Nobody wants to hear it, but I have it. Not less drugs... more drugs. Get more drugs, and give 'em to the right fucking people. Mmm mm, 'cause every time you hear about some famous guy overdosing on drugs, it's always some really talented guy. It's always like Len Bias, or Janis Joplin, or Jimi Hendrix, or John Belushi. You know what I mean? The people you wanna have overdose on drugs never would! Like Motley Crue would never fucking overdose man, never! You could put them in a room with two tons of crack. They come out a half an hour later, "Rock on, man!" "Shit, they're still alive. Fuck! They're probably gonna make a double live album now, goddamn it!".
Turn Off Cnn
Push. . When you wake up in the morning. Do you watch CNN?. Oh, do you close your eyes and hold your breath. Then say an Amen?. . 'cause there's too much information.
Merry F@#%in' Christmas
Old Saint Nick's got Bourbon breath. It's so cold you could catch your death. A cop sold me some crystal meth. . It's a merry fuckin' Christmas. . Everything's so Criss-muss-ee.
Meat
I love to smoke. I love to smoke and I love to eat red meat. I love to eat raw fucking red meat. Nothing I like better than sucking down a hot steaming cheese burger and a butt at the same time. I love to smoke. I love to eat red meat. I'll only eat red meat that comes from cows who smoke, ok!? Special cows they grow in Virginia with voice boxes in their necks. "[VB] Moo".
This Time Next Year
When you're left behind. Though your hearts been true. An inconvenient memory. well baby that's you. . You can hang your head. You can lose your pride.
Life's Gonna Suck
This is a special moment right now. We'd like to take this time to tell all the kids at home. Send your parents out of the room. This is a kid's song.
I'm An Asshole
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat. Down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling.
Save Me
Baby, I think I'm going insane. My mind it seems is like some runaway train. I knew this life I've led would take its toll. But now at last I fear I'm losing control.
Drugs
Ladies and Gentlemen, due to illness. Tonight the part of Denis Leary. Will be played by Denis Leary. And now welcome Denis Leary. . Thank you. Thank you.
Downtrodden Song
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American h. Feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area.
Respect Me
[Respect me]. . When you gonna treat me like a lover. The way you promised to. When you gonna treat me like no other. And respect my point of view. I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know.
Death
I'm sick and tired of my generation getting blamed. For the state of the planet, I'm sick of my generation getting called. 'The TV generation', "Well all you guys do is watch TV".
Asshole
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat. Down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling.
Rain
Rain, falling down on me. washing away my sainity. Rain, drowning to the core. Soaking into every pore. . Oh, how i long to see the setting sun. In a sky of perfect blue.
One Hundred Years From Now
Tell me, how do we begin this tragic tale. When centuries of fear and hate have left a bloody trail?. And will there come a time we'll live to see. The sins of our fathers and mothers will cease to be?.
I Don't Believe In Anything
I don't believe in anything. Anything that I hear. 'Cause they got ways of fixing things. Make notes disappear. So if you're havin' trouble stayin' in pitch.
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