April 5, 2007Lyrics..... for the benefit of Buzznet
Since Buzznet, unlike MyWhore, doesn't allocate a link for lyrics in its playlists..... I thought I'd consolidate lyrics to the songs already installed here in this post........
Mother Superior
She's a bonafide superdrag My sweet libertine She says, "whatever you think, it means nothing to me." She said "no, no, no, no" I'd rather be the Queen Bitch than a broken heart You've been using me, you think I didn't know from the start? If you love them, they will leave you This is easy to see No, nice boys never turn out to be Time to make way for the homosuperior Time to make way for your Mother Superior She said "show me your gun, man, and I'll show you greed- No he never did a thing but take everything from me" Ya take an eye for an eye and your third eye's blind The cruel and the dumb are ruling over all mankind But they're all fucking peasants as far as I can see Time to make way for the homosuperior Time to make way for your Mother Superior Hey bitch, you're not on the list What makes you think you're any better than this? Freak Revolution Killer, fag, pimp, punk-rocker Junkie, slut, gimp, motherfucker They'll put your face down for the world to see Their mad dog is old hat Give 'em the new disease Don't be a painted bird bled to be scenery In the same old scene we've all grown used to see'n What they've got to give still remains to be seen But I'm a whore, I'm a god, I'm a beauty queen We're gonna start a revolution We're gonna take down this institution A look-alike charade passing as pageantry They' all slack-jawed like it's 1953 They'd fuckin' die if they knew what it means to be An archetype of originality Reject the cue from the bland regime Make your own rule Kill mediocrity If they want to point and stare, give them something to see Raise your right fist Repeat it after me We're gonna start a revolution We're gonna take down this institution I'm not gonna be the bitch that you want me to be Ya wanna take it to the mat, you'll be the first to bleed We're gonna start a revolution We're gonna take down this institution We're gonna start a revolution We're gonna get down with the devolution Now you will succumb to what you're meant to be Come on, admit it- don't you wish you were a freak like me? Zero My Hero Ya got a high-class taste And you're real innocent (oh, yeah) And they all know the song And they know where they fit in, oh oh Ya got a high-class taste And you're real innocent (oh, yeah) And they all know your song They never really belonged, no no And it's alright, they sung Yeah it's alright, they sung "Give me money, sex, give me fame, gimme power" Let me hear you sing it All our heroes, they be zeroes Our heroes are all zeroes All our heroes, they be zeroes All our heroes, they be zeroes I have become the new distortion of humanity A walking illusion with human anatomy They never knew a thing they didn't learn from tv When I took the poison pill, I hoped it would kill me But it's alright, they sung Yeah it's alright, they sung They said, "gimme money, sex, gimme fame, gimme power" All our heroes are zeroes All our heroes, they be zeroes All our heroes, they be zeroes All our heroes, they be zeroes "All I wanna do is eat sleep shit shop fuck and die" And they didn't have the sense to disbelieve their own lies "All I wanna do is eat, sleep and fuck and love, And I wanna be a Hilton when I grow up" Exit Wounds Today the sky's gone dark, we sold our souls And used the cash to buy what we've been sold Have you seen the latest thing on television? Buy some bling Light it up Live in fear I must be trippin' Censor the love, they said Send out a press release for violence Turn a blind eye, signal complicity with silence Hey man, it's all the same fucking day to me 'cause in the end your world will destroy me Everywhere I look, there I see dead And rich men sow exit wounds for flower beds We drink and drug ourselves to painlessness Pretend we're numb and wait for what comes next Treat every other human being like your whore I've cut my hands so bad, can't hold nothin' no more And I will always be at aggravated odds With all of your false prophets and your clay gods Create the fear, control the culture, name your price The holy dollar calls for a human sacrifice And still I can't believe the things I've seen Devise a plot to kill the man who would be king Everywhere I look, there I see dead And rich men sow exit wounds for flower beds We drink and drug ourselves to painlessness Pretend we're dumb and wait for what comes next Everywhere I look, there I see dead And rich men sow our track marks for flower beds We drink and drug ourselves to painlessness Pretend we're blind, we're waiting for the end
Posted on 04/05/2007 12:43 PM Comments (0)
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