Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for September, 2005

by Cyndi Lauper
from the album Hat Full Of Stars

somber sister
this is a strange and bitter fruit
because you taught me to sing
and the rhythm in my heart
and the rhythm in my feet is-

Why are the rainbows
stolen from the sky
and locked up in boxes
yellow, black, red and white
like birds in their cages
beating their wings on the bars
and there’s a song that they’re singing
it’s a word in the world
it’s a word in their hearts

a part hate
I heard a man say
tear apart hate
and I saw hope in his face
a part hate
where the color of love
slips away

Why are the children
carrying guns, not books
drug dealing, not learning
the golden rule
and the idea of freedom
not just some castle
in the sky
haunted by white-sheeted ghouls
filled with hate me
and hate you
and proud of it too

a part hate
heard a woman saying
tear apart hate
and I saw hope in her face
a part hate
where the color of love
slips away

Why are the people
running down the block
rock throwing, not knowing
what else to do
but I’m just a spectator
and I can never know the pain
but when I hear
that whip cracking
I cry out tears of anger
I cry out tears of shame

a part hate
I heard myself say
tear apart hate
and I saw hope in my face
a part hate
where the color of love
slips away…

tear apart hate tear apart hate
tear apart hate tear apart hate
tear apart hate tear apart hate

by Slayer
from the album Hell Awaits

Awakened I have become
Light now slips away
Manipulate your mind
Darkness is my slave

Taste the sins of Hell
The blood that I so crave
The last thing that you see
Is the hunger in my eyes

Blood sucking creatures of the night
Nocturnal spectre hiding from the light
Cries screaming out every fright
Eagerly awaiting plight
Apparitions from the pits of Hell
Death plagues the streets in which they dwell
Demented lust, the secrets they must keep
Addicted to your blood
At dawn they sleep

Unveil the hidden coffin
Lift the lid of terror
Feel the deadly cold
Freeze you from inside

Perceiving your intentions
To slay the phantom form
Raise the stake in malice
You cannot plunge it down

Blood sucking creatures of the night
Nocturnal spectre hiding from the light
Cries screaming out every fright
Eagerly awaiting plight
Apparitions from the pits of Hell
Death plagues the streets in which they dwell
Demented lust, the secrets they must keep
Addicted to your blood
At dawn they sleep

Beware the image unseen
Stalks your soul
Your corpse’s redeem

Eternal damnation you just reward
A servant of our Lord
By your accord

Admonish of the cruciform
I’mpalement
I’mmortality’s scorned

Rise hold fast your faith
To lie dormant
Is certain Death

(Driven by the instinct of centuries of horror
I’mplanted along the brain of the sickening parasite
Linked together by one trait
The Hell-filled need to kill… kill… kill… kill… KILL)

Emerging from their Hellish tomb
Taking flight amidst the night
The evening skies are raining Death

Swooping down from shadowed skies
Taking simple human form
Shed their wings to stalk the mortal man

Lock their jaws into your veins
Satanic soldiers strike their prey
Leaving corpses waiting for the change

Blood dripping from the jaws of Death
Not enough to satisfy
They must drain your soul of life

by Insane Clown Posse
from the album Riddle Box

~Rain & thunder~
"Wake …Wake …Awake… Revenge is mine. 12 people will die tonight."
[voices]
Guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty..
Now I’ve woken then reborn. Though I have just until dawn.
I remember every face, spirits show me every place.
First one sleeps inside his bed. Place my fingers on his head.
To each temple push and smuther, till my fingers touch each other.
Next one makes love to his wife. Only wish to take his life.
For his family’s done no wrong. Place his children on the lawn.
Tell the misses leave the room. Lest she wish to witness doom.
Grab the squirmy, filthy, goat, and shove the dresser down his throat.
I must quickly use my gift. Next 2 work the midnight shift.
Drinking coffee in the back, I will listen to them chat.
Hear them speaking of my death. Hear the laughter in their breath.
But the laughter quickly died, when their heads colli-e-i-e-ide.
(chorus):
Ya care ta die? Ya care ta die? (9x)
(End chorus)
Now my anger’s growing worse. Next one’s working as a nurse.
Have to make a doctor’s call. Drag my body down the hall.
Grab a scalpel and a blade. Time to play the nurse’s aid.
Operate and strap her down, carve her face into a clown.
Killed another, then 3 more. Now we’re down to only 4.
This man drives a taxi cab. `Nother wicked life to grab.
Screaming that he thought I died. Let’s go for a taxi ride.
In the wreck of twisted steel, the steering wheel becomes his meal.
This man watches his TV. Scanning channels endlessly.
Stops at station foty-fo’ it’s the wicked clown show.
Watch me juggle, watch me dance. In 3D watch me enhance.
Watch me crawl out from the screen and squeeze your neck until you’re
gre-he-heen.
(chorus)
Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time….
Even though there’s just one left, I feel my bones becoming stiff.
And now I wander endlessly, the spirits have abandoned me.
My lips are falling piece by piece. My ears and fingers in the street.
But still yet see no morning sun, and here’s my victim’s early run.
Quickly grab him from behind, ’round his neck with fishing twine.
Keep him still and pull the string, watch his head go bobbaling!
Listen to my riddle song, even though my crime was wrong.
Murder me just for your law and I’ll be back for all a yall!
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
~child laughing~

by Sum 41
from the album Half Hour Of Power

In my years, I’ve seen all sounds of misconception.
In my years, I’ve done all I can live to question.

What happened to me I don’t understand.
I’ve seen all I can see as my time expands.

Bored I am, bored of my own desperation,
I can’t defend, can’t find my own destination.

What happened to me I don’t understand.
I’ve seen all I can see as my time expands.

So what’s up with you, what’s up with me.

I’m not the one I can’t pretend,
What would I be if I did it all again.

And I sometimes wish I would have asked some
questions.
Then maybe I would have a clearer life perception.

What’s up with you, what’s up with me.

by Aaron Carter
from the album Another Earthquake!

Just when ya thought it was safe

Shake it
Shake it
Shake it

When I hit town
Yo, the party gets real
I’m hittin’ 20
On the rictor scale
Got a hundred million people
Just to talk insane
Got my brand new shirt
Oh, that reminds me
When you feel your gums flap
It’s Aaron’s rap
Watch yourself
I’ma rearrange your map
Do your hands shake, baby
You ain’t getting old
It’s only Aaron Carter here
To rock and roll

Where ever I go
Shake, shake, shake
All the things in my room I
Brake, brake, brake
All the guys and the girls I
Make, make, make
Make ‘em drop it down
Shake it down, break it down
Here we go

Wherever I go
Shake, shake, shake
All the things in my room I
Brake, brake, brake
All the people out in Cali yell
Not another earthquake
Make ‘em drop it down
Shake it down, break it down

When I drove by
I’ma shake the foundation
Rock the formation
What’s your reservation
Photos hang up the walls
It’s amazing, oh no
Trouble with the bass vibration
Race the impact
Of my new track
Take cover cause
We’re coming through like that
All the other
Tracks are wickie wickie whack
Its 2 double 0 2, time to react
From the east, to the west
To the north, to the south

Where ever I go
Shake, shake, shake
All the things in my room I
Brake, brake, brake
All the shots at the girls I
Make, make, make
Drop it down, shake it down
Break it down, here we go

Wherever I go
Shake, shake, shake
All the things in my room I
Brake, brake, brake
All the people that are jealous say
Not another earthquake
Drop it down, shake it down
Break it down, here we go

by LL Cool J
from the album Phenomenon

AKA John Mickens (8X)
I’m the king.
I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I’m stayin’ rich and keep the haters bitchin
from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin
Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
I got to rewrite this mackin’ game, baby
Layin’ in the barber shop, knowin’ haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
but i got lesbo combos ridin’ stick-shifts
for no chips, I’m seein’ 4 to 8 lips
let me tell ya ’bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick
Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
separate the dimes from ‘hoes like chronic seeds
miraculous
lyrical swiftness
practice this, stop bein’ actresses
on mattresses with your legs up in the air
splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire

Anutha Day … anutha Dolla

My fortune 500 is fully funded
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I’m the glossiest and the costliest
feel the force of this
lyrical arsenist
Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers
chicks in choppers with they thong sittin’ proper
the crisp poppa bringin’ drama like soap operas
the show stopper if u playas don’t flow proper
I’m the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
wonderin’ why cats front on who’s the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will fall
10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see y’all
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
Supercalla – nevermind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

Anutha day … anutha dolla

I’m the MC that you strive to be
competition is dead, cuz ain’t none of y’all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece
So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
the many get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin’ like dope is in your vein
Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
I wreack havoc, do damage
don’t have it
uh huh .. techniques up to par
yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
Chick soup too
Hittin’ me off in yo’ car
Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin’ bourgeoise

Anutha day .. anutha dolla

Ahhh man … it’s hard bein’ the King, baby
but someone’s gotta do it, haha

by Rammstein
from the album N/A

Er wartet auf den Mittagswind
Die Welle kommt und legt sich matt
Mit einem Faecher jeden Tag
Der Alte macht das Wasser glatt

Ich werf den Stein zu meinem Spass
Das Wasser sich im Kreis bewegt
Der Alte sieht mich traurig an
Und hat es wieder glatt gefegt

I’m weissen Sand der alte Mann
Zitternd sein Pfeife raucht
Nur das Wasser und ich wissen
Wozu er diesen Faecher braucht

Die Ahnung schlaeft wie ein Vulkan
Zoegernd hab ich dann gefragt
Den Kopf geneigt es schien er schlaeft
Hat er bevor er starb gesgt

Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein
Erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen
Wieviel Maerchen dir noch bleibt
und um Erloesung wirst du flehen

Den Faecher an den Leib gepresst
I’m Todeskrampf erstarrt die Hand
Die Finger mussten sie ihm brechen
Der Faecher bleibt zurueck im Sand

Den Alten ruf ich jeden Tag
Er moechte mich doch hier erloesen
Ich bleib zurueck im Mittagswind
Und in dem Faecher kann ich lesen

Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein
Erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen
Wieviel Maerchen dir noch bleibt
und um Erloesung wirst du flehen

by Miguel Bose
from the album Bandido

Yo seré el viento que va
Navegaré por tu oscuridad
Tú rocío
Beso frío
Que me quemará
Yo seré tormento y amor
Tú la marea que arrastra a los dos
Yo y tú
Tú y yo
No dirás que no…
No dirás que no…
No dirás que no…

Seré tu amante bandido, bandido
Corazón corazón malherido
Seré tu amante cautivo, cautivo
Seré ahum!
Pasión privada dorado enemigo
Huracán huracán abatido
Me perderé en un momento contigo
Por siempre…
Yo seré un hombre por ti
Renunciare a ser lo que fui
Yo y tú
Tú y yo
Sin misterio…
Sin misterio…
Sin misterio…

Seré tu amante bandido, bandido
Corazón corazón malherido
Seré tu amante cautivo, cautivo
Seré ahum!
Pasión privada dorado enemigo
Huracán huracán abatido
Me perderé en un momento contigo
Por siempre…
Seré tu héroe de amor.

Seré el amante que muere rendido
Corazón corazón malherido
Seré tu amante bandido bandido
Seré ahum!
Y en un oasis prohibido prohibido
Por amor por amor concebido
Me perderé en un momento contigo
Por siempre…

Seré tu héroe de amor.

by Michael Jackson
from the album Invincible

Bass note, treble, stereo control, how low you go
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don’t stop, rotate, too hot
You feel I’m real
I’m everything you need, so tell me what’s the deal

[CHORUS]
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don’t overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don’t overload

3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two or three, when I reach I can go `til I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me

[CHORUS]

[AD LIBS]

[CHORUS OUT]

by Bad Religion
from the album N/A

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth.
I’ve seen the rapture in a starving baby’s eyes,
Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the Flies.
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way.
Brother you’d better get down on your knees and pay.
1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day.
They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way,
With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day.
The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep.
The vortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep.
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way.
Brother you’d better get down on your knees and pay.
1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day.