«Camisado» |
The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital And it's not so pleasant And it's not so conventional And it sure as hell ain't normal But we deal, we deal The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in No it's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional And it sure as hell ain't normal But we deal, we deal Just sit back, just sit back Just sit back and relax Just sit back, just sit back Just sit back and relapse Again Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax Sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back You're a regular decorated emergency You're a regular decorated emergency This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital And it's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional And it sure as hell ain't normal But we deal, we deal The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in No it's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional And it sure as hell ain't normal But we deal, we deal Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax Sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse Sit back, sit back, bababada You can take the kid out of the fight You're a regular decorated emergency The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again You're a regular decorated emergency The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax Sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse Sit back, sit back, bababada You can take the kid out of the fight The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events
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«But It's Better If You Do Lyrics» |
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name As she sheds her skin on stage I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A. The strip joint veteran sits two away Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri And isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Oh, but I'm afraid that I Well, I may of faked it And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place Well, I'm afraid that I Well, that's right, that I may have faked it And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place And isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Well, I'm afraid that I Well, I may of faked it And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place Well, I'm afraid that I Well, that's right, well I may have faked it And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place And isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Praying for love and paying in naivety Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh
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«Build God, Then We'll Talk» |
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Freemont Street. Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe a just dash of formaldehyde, And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes. Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie She's getting a job at the firm come Monday. The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney moonlighting aside, she really needs his money. Oh. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy. Yeah (Yeah) And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin" Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business" as he said to the Mrs. only hours before. Well after he had left, as she was fixing her face in a compact. There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash) Between her and the badge She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind. Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy There are no raindrops on roses or girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking the shits off the sheets before all the stains can not be more of your least favorite thing. Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.
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это из NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS |
SHADOW
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
SIAMESE SHADOW
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
GHOSTS
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
CREATURE UNDER BED
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
MAN UNDER THE STAIRS
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
CORPSE CHORUS
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
VAMPIRES
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
MAYOR
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
CORPSE CHORUS
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream
HARLEQUIN DEMON, WEREWOLF, AND MELTING MAN
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
WEREWOLF
Aren't you scared?
WITCHES
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take the chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
HANGING TREE
Everybody scream, everybody scream
HANGED MEN
In our town of Halloween
CLOWN
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
SECOND GHOUL
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
OOGIE BOOGIE SHADOW
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
CORPSE CHORUS
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
CHILD CORPSE TRIO
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
PARENT CORPSES
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
CORPSE CHORUS
In this town
MAYOR
Don't we love it now?
MAYOR WITH CORPSE CHORUS
Everyone's waiting for the next surprise
CORPSE CHORUS
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everyone scream
Won't ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now
EVERYONE
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
CORPSE CHILD TRIO
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
EVERYONE
La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween! (etc.)
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i write sings not tragedies |
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an
exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says a
bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing
a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our
marriage is saved! Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!
Oh! Well in fact I'll look at it this way, I mean technically
our marriage is saved! Well this calls for a toast, so pour the
champagne, pour the champagne!
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing
a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality.
Again.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality.
Again.
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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taki» |
Is it still me that makes you sweat?Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're
sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers
touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focu
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way
to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
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