Ahh, ahh, ahh. Tonight, ahh, ahh. . Object movers have done nothing on me. Take me to the party, I just want to feel free. I won't pass the bastard's nightmares into another Sunday.
I love you peggy-o. well I love you peggy. well I love you pe-heg-ie. oh peggy. . oh when I see your pretty brown skin. oh it makes me want to sin. why won't you let me in.
This is to you receiver. An important item we say. Nobody will believe you. We make the facts today. . There is no propaganda. There is no proper facts.
Hey! This for Mark fucking B. and John fucking O'Rourke.. And I can't say their full god damn names 'cause their fuckin' corporate shit are gonna sue my ass!.
Wait here, go there. Come in, stay out. Be yourself, be someone else. Obey the law, break the law. . Be ambitious, be modest. Plan ahead, be spontaneous.
Pardon me. I'm only bleeding. But you cut me. To the bone. My imperfections. Have reduced you. To a lowly. Animal. A part of me. Was introduced to you.
Oh, I don't know,. and you can't say.. And even if you could,. You wouldn't any way. Let's go to hell. Hey... hey... hey.... . Now I'm in love,. not with he or she.
---Lyrics Indecipherable---. Here's what it says on the lyric sheet:. "We've decided not to give you the lyrics to this song because we are sure. that they would entice you to do nasty things to yourself and to others,.
I guess it's not my lucky day today. Oh, well, you've been good to me. You make me feel so happy. Can't believe that I deserve it though. . Love's more than the silly games you play.
I woke up at 3 a.m.. I had to run to the can. I whipped it out but couldn't pee. I've been infected with yeast. We didn't know we didn't know. That yeast would make it hard to go.
OOOW! AH! OW! OW!. I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea. and if you've got to rock your boat,. come rock your boat withouwwww. . babybaybybabehnow.
Feeling like I'm almost sixteen again. Layin' 'round doing nothing like all my friends. Play it cool don't get angry count up to ten. Just like I was sixteen again.
This is a story about the last time I was hangin' out underneath the. freeway overpass on Gauer just north of Yucca. I was standing there. minding my own business and this girl came up to me, and, well....
La la, primitive enema. La la, primitive enema. I've been sitting on the pot all fucking day. I've read all my magazines-twice!. I gotta get on with my fucking life.
You lie in the graveyard. Well, you're rotting away. When I talk to you daily. You've got nothing to say. . You lie in the graveyard. Well, you are down making plans.
You know I don't like dancin'. An' I don't like to bop. Too much movement's exertion. Makes me wish I could drop. Dro' dro' dro' drop. . An' I don't like French kissin'.
I'm only fifteen and I got a gun. Mommy and daddy had better run. I'm only fifteen and I got a gun. Time to go out and shoot a nun. Cold...hard...steel...pink!.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!. I don't give a fuck about the FBI. I don't give a fuck about the CIA. I don't give a fuck about LSD. I don't give a fuck about anything.
Dickhead. CHORUS. My name is Dickhead. I ain't no inbred. I got a shaved head. Dickhead. I'm only 13. I got a mohawk. I'm gonna floor you. And I live in Portland.
Come, come, come, a come to me. I said a come on down where 'a I can see. I said you better be aware of what I do. You said you never gonna see 'a what I been through.