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On 4/14/2019 at 5:09 PM, death tribble said:

 

And again

 

 

 

I

Don't

Care

 

Perhaps you should try to figure out why it bothers you. There was never anything ever said about multiples of songs. Hell, you could have posted the Farnham song. I posted the Heart version. Deal with it.
 

Bein' alone at night makes me sad, girl
Yeah, it brings me down all right
Tossin' and turnin' and freezin' and burnin'
And cryin' all through the night

 

Whoa-oh
Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya love me?
Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya care?
Julie, Julie, are ya thinkin' of me?
Julie, Julie, will ya still be there?

 

We had so much fun together
I was sure that you were mine
But leavin' you, baby, is drivin' me crazy
It's got me wonderin' all the time

 

Whoa-oh
Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya love me?
Ah, Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya care?
Julie, Julie, are ya thinkin' of me?
Julie, Julie, will ya still be there?

 

Honey, you cried the day I left you
Even though we knew I couldn't stay
But baby, remember, I'll be back September
But till then I'll write you every day

 

Whoa-oh
Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya love me?
Ah, Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya care?
Come on, Julie, Julie, are ya thinkin' of me?
Julie, Julie, will ya still be there?

 

Oh-oh
Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya love me?
Ah, Julie, Julie, Julie, do ya care?
Julie, Julie, are ya thinkin' of me?
Julie, Julie, will ya still be there

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22 minutes ago, Greywind said:

I

Don't

Care

 

Perhaps you should try to figure out why it bothers you. There was never anything ever said about multiples of songs. Hell, you could have posted the Farnham song. I posted the Heart version. Deal with it.

When it is being done out of spite or what appears to be a peeing contest, then I object.

What is the point of posting a song multiple times ? If it is in a different language then yes or there are substantial differences between versions in the same language then yes but the same thing ?

The search facility works why not use it ? when i find that I have posted a song more than once I go and correct it so that there is only one version from me. When I find that someone has already posted said song, i don't post it.

 

However much I push it down
It's never enough
However much I push it around
It's never enough
However much I make it out
It's never enough
It s Never enough
However much I do

However big I ever feel
It's never enough
Whatever I do to make it real
It's never enough
In any way I try to speak
It's never enough
Never enough
However much I try to speak
It's never enough

However much I'm falling down
It's never enough
However much I'm falling out
It's never enough
Whatever smile I smile the most
It's never enough
Never enough
However I smile
I smile the most

So let me hold it up
Just one more go
Holding it up for just once more
One more time to fill it up
One more time to kill
But whatever I do
It's never enough
It's never enough

It's never enough

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Turn around
Look at what you see
In her face
The mirror of your dreams

Make believe I'm everywhere
Given in the light
Written on the pages
Is the answer to a never ending story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...

Reach the stars
Fly a fantasy
Dream a dream
And what you see will be

Rhymes that keep their secrets
Will unfold behind the clouds
And there upon a rainbow
Is the answer to a never ending story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...

Story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...

Show no fear
For she may fade away
In your hand
The birth of a new day

Rhymes that keep their secrets
Will unfold behind the clouds
And there upon a rainbow
Is the answer to a never ending story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...

Never ending story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...
Never ending story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...
Never ending story
Ahahah ahahah ahahah...

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And that is you. Do not try to enforce your personal rule on others.

 

 

I hear you had a good offer down on Third Avenue
You tell me that was the reason
For whatcha' put me through, yeah
And now you come collapsin' back
I feel the heat of your attack
Want me to take you back
I'm givin' you the sack
So don't waste your time

 

It's a little too little
It's a little too late
I'm a little too hurt
And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say
You can cry to me baby
But there's only so much I can take
Ah, it's a little too little
It's a little too late

 

You say you had a good time
But did ya' think it was for free, yeah
And how much did it get ya', all their flattery
And now you come back, runnin' for protection
You've been bitten by love and stung by rejection
You can't connect
What did you expect?
I'm still gettin' over you

 

It's a little too little
It's a little too late
I'm a little too hurt
And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say
You can cry to me baby
But there's only so much I can take
Ah, it's a little too little
It's a little too late

 

It's a little too little
It's a little too late
I'm a little too hurt
And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say
Well, you can cry to me baby
But there's only so much, only so much I can take
Ah, it's a little too little
It's a little too late

 

It's a little too little
It's a little too late
I'm a little too hurt
And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say
Well, you can cry to me baby
'Cause there's only so much, only so much I can take
Ah, it's a little too little
It's a little too little
It's a little too little
It's a little too late

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He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me."
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
And they could hear the riders comin',
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."

 

And there were seven Spanish Angels,
At the altar of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
And when the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.

 

She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smokin' in his hand.
Said, "Father please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
But her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.

 

And there were seven Spanish Angels,
At the altar of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
And when the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.

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I used to be sick, sick and tired
Delirious, Dizzy, Terrified
But I'm suddenly up and out of bed
You'll never believe I was almost --
 

Why can't you see me?!
Why can't you see me?!
I think I might be
A g-g-g-ghost
Ohhhhh

 

Can't you see that I exist
And I don't need an exorcist to let me out
Look at me and I'll appear
Why can't you see that I'm right here, that I'm right here

 

Why can't you see me?!
Why can't you see me?!
I think I might be
A g-g-g-ghost

 

I'm calling you from the other side...

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Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song

 

I said to Hank Williams, ''How lonely does it get?''
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
Oh, a hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song

 

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song

 

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window
Where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the Tower of Song

 

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the Tower of Song

 

I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again

 

Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window
In the Tower of Song

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I really do appreciate

The fact you're sitting here

Your voice sounds so wonderful

But your face don't look too clear

So barmaid, bring a pitcher

Another round of brew

Honey, why don't we get drunk

And screw?

 

Why don't we get drunk

And screw?

I just bought a waterbed

It's filled up for me and you

They say you are a snub queen

Honey I don't think that's true

So why don't we get drunk

And screw?

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Come on and dress me! Dress me! Dress me in my finest array, 
'Cause just in case you haven't heard today is do-mi-do day; 
Dress me in my silver garters, dress me in my diamond studs, 
'Cause I'm going do-mi-do-ing in my do-mi-do duds! 

 

I want my undulating undies with the marabou frills; 
I want my beautiful bolero with the porcupine quills; 
I want my purple nylon girdle with the orange blossom buds; 
'Cause I'm going do-mi-do-ing in my do-mi-do duds! 

 

Come on and dress me! Dress me! Dress me in my peekaboo blouse, 
With the lovely interlining made of Chesapeake mouse; 
I want my polka-dotted dickie with the crinoline fringe; 
For I'm going do-mi-do-ing on a do-mi-do binge! 

 

I want my my lavender spats, and in addition to them, 
I want my honey colored gusset with the herringbone hem; 
I want my softest little jacket made of watermelon suede, 
And my long persimmon placket with the platinum braid; 

 

I want my leg-of-mutton sleeves, and in addition to those, 
I want my cutie chamois booties with the leopard-skin bows; 
I want by pink-brocaded bodice with the fluffy fuzzy ruffs, 
And my gorgeous bright blue bloomers with the monkey feather cuffs; 

 

I want my organdy snood, and in addition to that, 
I want my chiffon Mother Hubbard lined with Hudson Bay rat! 
Dress me up from top to bottom, dress me up from tip to toe; 
Dress me up in silk and spinach for today is do-mi-do; 

Do-mi-do day! Do-mi-do day! 

 

So come and dress me in the blossoms of a million pink trees; 
Come on and dress me up in liverwurst! and Camembert cheese! 
Come on and dress me up in pretzels, dress me up in Bock beer suds; 
'Cause I'm go-o-o-ing [step/kick/step/kick] do-mi-do-o-o-ing [more] 
In my do-o-o-o-o-o-mi-do du-u-u-ds 

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Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show for the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to the greasers
The best they could do was pick up their pieces
We always knew they would both find a way to get by
That's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more than I told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye

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The heart of every man in our platoon must swell with pride
For the nation's youth, the cream of which is marching at his side
For the fascinating rules and regulations that we share
And the quaint and curious costumes that we're called upon to wear
 

Now Al joined up to do his part defending you and me
He wants to fight and bleed and kill and die for liberty
With the hell of war he's come to grips
Policing up the filter tips
It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!

When Pete was only in the seventh grade, he stabbed a cop
He's real R.A. material, and he was glad to swap
His switchblade and his old zip gun
For a bayonet and a new M-1
It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!

After Johnny got through basic training, he
Was a soldier through and through when he was done
Its effects were so well rooted
That the next day he saluted
A Good Humor man, an usher, and a nun

Now, Fred's an intellectual, brings a book to every meal
He likes the deep philosophers, like Norman Vincent Peale
He thinks the army's just the thing
Because he finds it broadening
It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!

 

Now, Ed flunked out of second grade, and never finished school
He doesn't know a shelter half from an entrenching tool
But, he's going to be a big success
He heads his class at OCS
It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!

Our old mess sergeant's taste buds had been shot off in the war
But his savory collations add to our esprit de corps
To think of all the marvelous ways
They're using plastics nowadays
It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!

Our lieutenant is the up-and-coming type
Played with soldiers as a boy, you just can bet
It is written in the stars
He will get his captain's bars
But he hasn't got enough box tops yet

Our captain has a handicap to cope with, sad to tell
He's from Georgia, and he doesn't speak the language very well
He used to be, so rumor has
The Dean of Men... at Alcatraz
It makes a fellow proud to be
What as a kid I vowed to be
What luck to be allowed to be a soldier
(At ease!)

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Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair

And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share

He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet

Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

 

Ring-ding-diddle-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,

He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

 

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by

One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye,

"See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built,

I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt."

 

Ring-ding-diddle-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,

"I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt"

 

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be

Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see

And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt

Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

 

Ring-ding-diddle-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,

Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

 

They marveled for a moment, then one said, "We must be gone.

Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along."

As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow

Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

 

Ring-ding-diddle-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,

Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

 

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards the trees

Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees

And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes

"Ach, lad I don't know you've been but I see you won first prize!"

 

Ring-ding-diddle-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,

"Ach, lad I don't know you've been but I see you won first prize!"

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Out of the mist rising
Ten thousand Navajo braves
Shining like golden eagles in flight
Climbing high on the plains

Born of the Earth set free
To run away with the sun
So free to sing in tune with the world
Gladly dance for the rain

So many moons have flown
Now all your ghosts dance the long shadows
War cries that died on your lips
Echo above the plains

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Like a mist through the trees

Across the battlefield

She is borne upon the breeze

She comes to where I kneel

There is no doubt she comes for me

 

Peace at last, fade to grey

My war is over now

This the price I gladly pay

Surrender to her light

It shines for love and dignity

 

Valkyrie

 

This the path ahead of me

A sacred gilded throne

The one true house that I call home

The place I will be known

Where I belong

Carry me

 

Valkyrie

 

Now that it's all

Over and done

We are as one

Now I see

One blazing fire 

Endless desire

Just stay with me

Valkyrie

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TV dinners

I'm feeling kinda rough

TV dinners

This one's kinda tough

I like the enchiladas and the teriyaki too

I even like the chicken if the sauce is not too blue

<guitar riff suggesting dyspepsia>

And they're mine, all mine ....

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Last set of tail lights drove away into the night
Far away a coyote cries
34 revolver reflected the moonlight
Pointed right between his eyes


And in the paper Monday morning it read
That was the night the White River turned red
That was the night that the White River turned red


Twelve shades of black and blue recalled the memories of my youth
She tried to shield me from the pain
But on her cheek and in her vacant eyes I saw the proof
You were the king, and oh your terror reigned


Twenty-some-odd years has been more than enough
It's time to pay for what you've done
Lookin' at you now, you don't seem to be so tough
Starin' down the barrel of a gun


And in the paper Monday morning it read
That was the night the White River turned red
That was the night that the White River turned red

 

The revenge I take might haunt me 'til the day that I am dead
But I pray this shot will quiet all her cries in my head
But either way, I stand here with smoke trailing off
Watching that river turn red
Oh, watching that river turn red
Oh, watching that river turn red
Oh, watching that river turn red

You can beg forgiveness but I know you all too well
You acted like the devil so I'll send you straight to Hell

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I’m kind of scared of the academy
I think that my parents are proud of me
I just wish I knew how to be comfortable here --
I never feel like I’m allowed to breathe
Rubbing shoulders with these old nerds
Rockin’ sweater vests in they office hours
Eatin’ hors d'œuvres while I soul search
Tryna make some sense of the ivory tower


Feelin sober
Am I just a coward?
Or a poser?
I don’t really doubt it
Or a soldier?
Books in holsters
But the setting sucks I can’t fight the power
Cuz they write books nobody reads
For these white folks that they tryna please
Recycle all the right quotes tryna cite blokes ain’t my cup of tea
Eatin’ chex mix
Feelin’ helpless
I really miss my BLEEP’ ex it’s


Such a BLEEP
Cuz we never talk
Yet we still share a BLEEP' Netflix
And every day I apologize
To the poor kid that we never had
The emotion of the whole thing
Make me so sick
It’s BLEEP sad
What you don’t get is how focused
That I had to be cuz you couldn’t provide
Mad at me cuz I’m losing my mind
Had to leave at a terrible time


Prednisone -- I can barely breathe
Now the pressure gone but I barely sleep
So I ring your phone but you don’t respond
Had to put myself in some therapy


Now my Therapist she take care of me
Like Sierra mist things are clear to see
Now I’m seeing the world in 1080p
Now I'm seeing my world in 1080p

 

Been a few months since the last verse
Since I called you bad words
I went ahead and got my masters
I trimmed the last of my relaxer
So my fro big
Got some mo' gigs
My cell phone says I’m roaming
Cuz I’m on tour
I want more
Forget home so I go big


I was taking pills up in the bathroom
--- ended up alone in grad school
I’m Mario I busted ass but
My prize is sitting in another castle
In a tight spot trying to disappear
I would write songs for my friends to hear
----I’m tryna keep my lights on
I’m a Nikon now it’s crystal clear


Opportunity is at my doorstep
So I’m moving back up on the horse like
It’s the first time I ever wore specks
Now I do my thing like life’s a Rorschach
I see things nobody sees
Since my bee stings turned to double ds
I’m conceding
That my feelings
Is amazing
Now I’m lovin’ me!


I could give it up but where’s the fun in that?
Gotta live it up or you will never laugh
Life’s a box of chocolates with a lot of options
Gotta keep it rocking life’s a rumble pack
The first letter of your first name
Makes your name emerge when I search things
And it hurts me but I guarantee
That without you I’m a better me


Now I see the past with some clarity
Glad I took my ass to some therapy
Now I’m seeing the world in 1080p
Now I'm seeing my world in 1080p

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You talk about crazy affairs
You talk about your life as though it mattered
You get attention 'cos you block the stairs
Bragging about some bottles you have shattered

 

Well I met a man who really lives
He really does it all
But what really matters is the heart he gives
He makes your talk seem small

 

When a man is a man
He doesn't act to a plan
He don't have to perform like John Wayne in some B feature flick
A man is a man
When he can offer his hand
Not afraid of appearing insane if he can't break a brick
I know a man who's a man

 

Can't you sometimes crack a smile
Do you think if you did we would run and tell
I know one day your big villian style
Will collapse as they turn the key in the door of your cell

 

I know a man who was once like you
But he opened his heart
No one is really bad right through
He's just another part

 

When a man is a man
And he drinks 'til he's canned
He can drop to the floor, he can weep, we won't ask the price
A man is a man
He can fall he can stand
We won't love him more if he keeps his soul on the ice
I know a man who's a man

 

Every one of us is looking for fame
He's a looker
He's a dresser
He's a genius under pressure
I know a man who could tighten your rein
He's a father
He's a brother
He's a rocker
He's a lover

 

He's a man he's a man
He doesn't act to a plan
He don't have to get hitched to a train in some muscle beach trick
A man is a man
When he can offer his hand
Not afraid of appearing insane if he can't break a brick
Be a man who's a man
 

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  • 2 weeks later...

Two black Cadillacs driving in a slow parade
Headlights shining bright in the middle of the day
One is for his wife,
The other for the woman who loved him at night
Two black Cadillacs meeting for the first time

 

And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But the women in the two black veils didn't bother to cry
Bye bye, bye bye

 

Yeah they took turns laying a rose down
Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
He's not the only one who had a secret to hide
Bye bye, bye bye, bye Bye

 

Two black Cadillacs, two black Cadillacs

 

Two months ago his wife called the number on his phone
Turns out he'd been lying to both of them for oh so long
They decided then he'd never get away with doing this to them
Two black Cadillacs waiting for the right time, the right time

 

And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But the women in the two black veils didn't bother to cry
Bye bye, bye bye

 

Yeah they took turns laying a rose down
Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
He's not the only one who had a secret to hide
Bye bye, bye bye, bye Bye

 

Yeah yeah

 

It was the first and the last time they saw each other face to face
They shared a crimson smile and just walked away
And left the secret at the grave

 

And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But the women in the two black veils didn't bother to cry
Bye bye, bye bye

 

Yeah they took turns laying a rose down
Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
He's not the only one who had a secret to hide
Bye bye, bye bye, bye Bye

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Right now, he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably getting frisky

 

Right now, he's probably buying her
Some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey

 

Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool-stick showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know

 

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

 

Right now, she's probably up singing

Some white-trash version of Shania karaoke

 

Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's thinking that he's gonna get lucky

 

Right now, he's probably dabbing on

Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he don't know

 

That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

 

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
No, not on me

 

'Cause I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

 

Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats

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She doesn't dare go in the place with those bruises on her face
So she goes through the drive-thru and keeps her sunglasses on
She didn't know when she married that man
She'd get to know him like the back of his hand
But now she's had enough, and the battle lines are drawn

 

He's in a bar chasing Cuervo with Tecate
He doesn't know she's been taking karate
The way she figures it about July
She'll finally have the belt to match her eye

 

She's on a mission as the months pass
Five days a week and never misses a class
And now she's up to breakin' boards and concrete blocks

 

He's in a bar chasing Cuervo with Tecate
He doesn't know she's been taking karate
Now here it is just about July
She's gonna get that belt to match her eye

 

He stumbled through the door tonight
And started treatin' her rough
Well, she took one look at him and her training kicked in
And she'd finally had enough

 

He threw a punch, she spun around
Grabbed his arm and put him on the ground
Grabbed a cuttin' board on his way down and she kicked it in half
His knees hit the floor, his chin hit a chair
Knocked out his tooth and it flew through the air
Grabbed his head by the back of his hair and slammed him into the fridge
She landed a left, a right and then a left
She landed a roundhouse right in his chest and a scissor punch upside his head
Broke his nose, swept a leg, he started to fall
And on his way down, she took a bow, and the lights went out

 

He's on the floor like he went a round with Rocky
He didn't know she'd been taking karate
A hundred bucks says tomorrow night
She's got a brand new belt that's gonna match his eye

 

He doesn't dare go in the place with those bruises on his face
So he goes through the drive-thru with his sunglasses on

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County road two thirty-three under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me
I've got two miles till he makes bail
And if I'm right, we're headed straight for hell

 

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

 

Well, it's half past ten, another six-pack in
And I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time

 

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

 

His fist is big, but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger

 

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead
Gunpowder and lead, hey

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1. Some guys like that bottled beer
Some like it in a can
Some say a keg's the best beer
For a real beer drinking man
Everyone has their favourite
But on one thing they agree
The greatest beer in all the world
Is the one you drink for free
 
Free beer free beer
That's my favourite brand
If I didn't have to buy it
It's the best beer in the land
Warm flat funky
It don't matter to me
The greatest beer in this whole world
Is the one you buy for me
 
2. The boys at the bar were betting
On whose beer was the best
I didn't have a nickel
So they chose me to make the test
Those fifteen different kinds of beer
Were wonderful to me
Each one was my favourite brew
The beer I drink for free
 
Free beer free beer
That's my favourite brand
If I didn't have to buy it
It's the best beer in the land
Warm flat funky
It don't matter to me
The greatest beer in this whole world
Is the one you buy for me
 
3. Our old pal Nudsie got married
He was trying to save some bucks
He went out and bought the cheapest beer
And boy it really sucked
But after you choke that first one down
The rest go easily
As long as you remember that
You're drinking them all for free
 
Free beer free beer
That's my favourite brand
If I didn't have to buy it
It's the best beer in the land
Warm flat funky
It don't matter to me
The greatest beer in this whole world
Is the one you buy for me
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On the road of experience, I'm trying to find my own way.
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away
When I think that I'm moving, suddenly things stand still
I'm afraid 'cause I think they always will

 

And I'm looking for space
And to find out who I am
And I'm looking to know and understand

 

It's a sweet, sweet dream
Sometimes I'm almost there 
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
And sometimes I'm deep in despair

 

All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems
I get lost in the sadness and the screams
Then I look in the center, suddenly everything's clear
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams

 

And I'm looking for space
And to find out who I am
And I'm looking to know and understand

 

It's a sweet, sweet dream
Sometimes I'm almost there 
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
And sometimes I'm deep in despair

 

On the road of experience, join in the living day
If there's an answer, it's just that it's just that way

 

When you're looking for space
And to find out who you are
When you're looking to try and reach the stars

 

It's a sweet, sweet, sweet dream

Sometimes I'm almost there 
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
But sometimes I'm deep in despair
Sometimes I fly like an eagle, 
Like an eagle
I go flying flying

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He love your sexy body, he loves your dirty mind
He loves when you hold him, when you grab him from behind
Oh baby, you're such a pretty thing
I can't wait to introduce you to the other members of my gang

 

You don't need no wax job, you're smooth enough for me
If you need your oil changed, I'll do it for you free
Oh baby, the pleasure would be all mine
If you let me drive your pickup truck and park it where the sun don't shine

 

Every time he touches you, his hair stands up on end
His legs begin to quiver, and his mind begins to bend
Oh baby, you're such a tasty treat
But I'm under doctor's orders, I'm afraid to overeat

 

He loves your sense of humor, your disposition too
There's absolutely nothing that he don't love about you
Oh baby, I'm on my hands and knees
Life would be so simple if I only had you to please

 

Oh baby, turn around and say goodbye
You go to the airport now, and I'm going home to cry

 

He loves your
Electric dumplings
He loves your
Red bell peppers
He loves your
Fuel injection
He loves your
Service charge
He loves your
Five-speed gearbox
He loves your
Long endurance
He loves your
Quest for junk food
He loves your
Big refrigerator
He loves your
Trembling Wilbury
He loves your
Marble earrings
He loves your
Porky curtains
He loves your
Power steering
He loves your
Bottled water
He loves your
Parts and service

 

Dirty world, a dirty world, it's a 'kin dirty world

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