I Believe In Ufo's

I believe in UFO's. Baldheaded men with goldfish bowls. Tied securely round their waists. Observing us from outer space. I believe in UFO's (x4). Men from space invade my dreams.

Sleaze Freak

They fuck like scum. And they piss like scum. And they shit like the scum [Incomprehensible]. . Now, token slots clankin'. Turned on, pick your fix, cheap satisfaction.

Pornstarchampion

Ooh, hey, there mama got the devil in your smile. Got your silicon on and stars in your eyes. Guilt on your face, big disgrace. Cheer up baby, it's part of the game.

Holy Hardcore

Holy harcore jesus christ. Knocking our religious life. Live by Crass, die by the sword. We're punk rock servants of the lord. You say that all you want is peace.

Pawnstar Champion

Ooh...Hey there mama got the devil in your smile. Got your silicon on and stars in your eyes. Guilt on your face, big disgrace. Cheer up baby its part of the game.

New York Girls

It is St. Patrick's Day! Are you guys ready to dance? Alright, this next little song is gonna require you guys to do a polka. If you don't really know how to do a polka, it's ok. It's easy to cheat. All you gotta do is hop up and down on one footyou've got two of 'um! Alright? So here we go, we'll start with your left. To your left. To your right. To your left. To your right. To your left. To your right. To your left. Ooooh!.

High Ambitions

i wanna live with madonna i wanna lick oprah i. wheel of fortune i want god to make my bed. i wanna fuck jesse jacksoni wanna go deep sea fishing. wanna go to hollywood i wanna be a material man.

Nothing Girl

You are what I make you...dirty little whore. You are what I give you...nothing more. You are what I tell you...loved by no one. You are what I left you...worthless and impure.

Hey Mama Ya

Alright, so this next songs a sort-of Zydeco New Orleans song Its about a dead guy. Its called Hey Mama Ya.. . Hey mama, ya mama, hey mama yo. Save me from hell fore the roosters crow.

Hey Suburbia (demo Version)

Try and tell us our future's at stake. We're gonna slam dance on your grave. Cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow. You say we're a bunch of lazy bums.

Murder Song

The God, the gun, the vasoline. You dirty pig, I'm cuming inside you. The pain, the fear. The flash, the scream. You dirty whores, I'll murder all of you.

Hey Mama Y

Alright, so this next songs a sort-of Zydeco New Orleans song Its about a dead guy. Its called Hey Mama Ya.. . Hey mama, ya mama, hey mama yo. Save me from hell fore the roosters crow.

Hey Suburbia

Try and tell us our future's at stake. We're gonna slam dance on your grave. Cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow. You say we're a bunch of lazy bums.

Macabro Expectaculo

I see angels, faces cold and gray. Gods the enemy, hammering the nail. (Hell and lower). . Macabro expectaculo. Macabro expectaculo. . Hate is all that's left of me.

Follow Me Up To Carlow

Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding oer the old disgrace when. Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the fern.. Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand hed secure.

Hey Asshole

Love Pig

I am your whore. I am your god now. . Chains around your neck. Leather beats your skin. Razor blade, crucifix, slide it in. Gagged, whipped, beat, chained.

Fields Of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall. I heard a young girl calling. Michael they are taking you away. For you stole Trevelyns corn. So the young might see the morn.

Havana Affair (the Ramones)

PT-boat on the way to Havana. I used to make a living, man, pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA. Hooray for the U.S.A.. . Baby, baby, make me a loco.

Little Spider

The God, the gun, the vasoline. You dirty pig, I'm cuming inside you. The pain, the fear. The flash, the scream. You dirty whores, I'll murder all of you.