Karaoke Lounge

[Roethlisberger 0]

Jay-Z - 99 Problems

If your havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"

I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those

If you grew up with O's and you zap the toes

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe

I'm like f*** critics you can kiss my whole a**hole

If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show

They don't play my hits well i don't give a s*** SO

Rap mags try and use my black ass

So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...f***ers

I don't know what you take me as

or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to ritches n**** I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bith ain't one

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the mother f***in law

I got two choices yall pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor

Now I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case

So I...pull over to the side of the road

And I heard "Son, do you know why I'm stoppin you for?"

Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low

Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know

Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?

"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four.

"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car.

"Are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are."

I ain't steppin out of s*** all my papers legit

"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"

Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back

And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that

"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?

"Or somebody important or somethin?"

Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my s***

"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bith ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bith ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A n**** like myself had to strong arm a hoe

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a p****

But a p**** havin no G*ddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord

Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motor bike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin

He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain

And there I go trapped in the kit kat again

Back through the system with the riff raff again

Friends on the floor scratchin again

Paparazzi's with they cameras snappin them

D.A. tred to give the n**** the shaft again

Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African

All because ths fool was horrasin them

Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin

But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun

I got 99 problems but this bith ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bith ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bith ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but a bith ain't one

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bith ain't one

Hit me

You're crazy for this one Rick

It's you.

[Sticks 1]

Cold

by Crossfade

Looking back at me I see

That I never really got it right

I never stopped to think of you

I'm always wrapped up in

Things I cannnot win

You are the antidote that gets me by

Something strong

Like a drug that gets me high

What I really meant to say

Is I'm sorry for the way I am

I never meant to be so cold to you

And I'm sorry about all the lies

Maybe in a different light

You could see me stand on my own again

Cause now i can see

You were the antidote that got me by

Something strong like a drug that got me high

I never meant to be so cold

I never really wanted you to see

The screwed up side of me that I keep

Locked inside of me so deep

It always seems to get to me

I never really wanted you to go

So many things you should have known

I guess for me theres just no hope

I never meant to be so cold

[Ender 8]

My band is playing at the End of the Year dance tomorrow night... it's the prize for winning the Battle of the Bands. We're only playing three songs...

Photograph by Ringo Starr

Everytime I see your face

It reminds me of the places we used to go

But all I've got is a photograph

And I realize you're not coming back anymore

I thought I'd make it the day you went away

But I can't take it 'til you come home again to stay

*Insert uber tenor sax solo, played by yours truly*

I can't get used to living here

While my heart is broke, my tears I cry for you

I want you here to have and hold

As the years go by, and we grow old and grey

Now you're expecting me to live without you

But that's not something that I'm looking forward to

I can't get used to living here

While my heart is broke, my tears I cry for you

I want you here to have and hold

As the years go by, and we grow old and grey

Everytime I see your face

It reminds me of the places we used to go

But all I've got is a photograph

And I realize you're not coming back anymore

[Roethlisberger 0]

Great song, but Ringo's only good solo song.

[Ender 8]

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Load up on guns and bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over bored and self assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)

Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yay! (x3)

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift I feel blessed

Our little group has always been

And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)

Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My Libido

Yay! (x3)

And I forget just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it was hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)

Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

A denial !! (x9)

[Ender 8]

Here's To You by O.A.R.

What you see going by is a shadow.

You?ve got to live in front of your eyes.

In a typical way we stray, checking back with the past.

In a typical day we?ll stay to see what?s gonna last.

But I didn?t mind at all.

I didn't mind at all

I didn't mind at all

I didn't mind at all

Well there was a place we?d chase through the woods in my juvenile days.

What a typical waste of space, what a wonderful place to stay.

But I could have cried but I just left my soul to fly.

And I could have chilled at will, but I didn?t know how to die.

But I didn?t mind at all.

I didn't mind at all

I didn't mind at all

I didn't mind at all

No, I?ve been woken, and I have been broken.

But this time it?s gonna change

For,

I?ve been lazy, and I been crazy.

Has been stolen,

But from,

From this day on I swear to you true.

From this day on I swear to you.

Well there was at time when I could have flown out of the room.

Yet I didn?t care just where I was going after noon.

Though I didn?t know and I chose to live my life so fair.

And I could have died, but I chose to live here instead

But I didn?t mind at all.

I didn't mind at all

I didn't mind at all

I didn't mind at all

I?ve been woken, and I have been broken

But this time its gonna change

For, I?ve been lazy and I have been crazy

But this time it?s not hazy at all

Cause I?ve been,

I?ve been chose my heart has been stolen

But from,

From this day on, I swear to you true.

From this day on, I swear to you true.

I say now way back when you and all your friends

Had some good times we should do this again we?d say

Hey, hey, hey we should do this again, we?d say.

But in the mean meanwhile, I?ll just walk the mile.

I won?t look back won?t forget your smile

Oh no, hey hey hey we should do this again, we?d say.

But I swear to you true.

From this day on I swear to you true I swear I do.

NO. I won?t give you back.

From this day on I swear to you true.

I swear I do

God, I do.

[Roethlisberger 0]

Smells Like Teen Spirit = One of the greatest songs ever!

[Ender 8]

Note: We're only playing covers for this concert because we had to take songs that were voted on by the student population... and we the band had to approve them. We will only play covers of music that WE like. No Evanescence or Good Charlote will ever come from my guitar.

[Bad furday 57]

*applauds*

:D

[Radioactive Isotope 29]

i like Evanescence...... :cry:

[Chickenman 9]

Nirvana>Evanescence.

However...I like listening to some Evanescence once in a while.

[Bad furday 57]

*pointcackle*

[Roethlisberger 0]

Electric Light Orchestra - Evil Woman

You made a fool of me

But them broken dreams have got to end

Hey woman you got the blues

Cause you ain't got no one else to use

There's an open road that leads no where

So just make some miles between here and there

There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in

You took my body and played to win

Ha, ha woman, it's a crying shame

But you ain't got nobody else to blame

Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman, evil woman

Rolled in from another town

Hit some gold, too hot to settle down

But a fool and his money soon go separate ways

And you found a fool lyin' in a daze

Ha ha woman

What you gonna do

You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you

It's so good that you're feelin' pain

But you better get your face board the very next train

Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman how you done me wrong

But now you're to wail a different song

Ha, ha funny how you broke me up

You made the wine now you drink a cup

I come runnin' every time you cried

I thoughjt I saw love smilin' in your eyes

Ha, ha very nice to know

That you ain't got no place left to go

Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman, evil woman

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Roy Orbison - Oh Pretty Woman

Pretty woman, walkin' down the street

Pretty woman the kind I like to meet

Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth

No one could look as good as you---mercy

Pretty woman won't you pardon me

Pretty woman I couldn't help but see

Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be

Are you lonely just like me---<grrowwlll!!>

Pretty woman stop awhile

Pretty woman talk awhile

Pretty woman give your smile to me

Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah

Pretty woman look my way

Pretty woman say you'll stay with me-ee

Cuz I need you, I'll treat you right

Come with me baby, be mine toni-i-ght

Pretty woman don't walk on by

Pretty woman don't make me cry

Pretty woman don't walk away, hey----OK

If that's the way it must be---OK

I guess I'll go on home, it's late

There'll be tomorrow night, but wait

What do I see? <drums>

Is she walkin' back to me?

Yeah, she's walkin' back to me

Oh, oh, pretty woman

[Ender 8]

Yeah... I hope the performance goes well... and that some of the other kids actually get my jokes...

[Chickenman 9]

It's all about the Pentiums, by Weird Al

It's all about the Pentiums, baby

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah

It's all about the Pentiums, baby

It's all about the Pentiums, baby

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

Yeah

What y'all wanna do?

Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers

Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?

9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?

Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard?

Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills

Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills

I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM

I never feed trolls and I don't read spam

Installed a T1 line in my house

Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse

Upgrade my system at least twice a day

I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K

I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short

I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support

It's all about the Pentiums, what?

You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen

You've got white-out all over your screen

You think your Commodore 64 is really neato

What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?

You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh

Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?

You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette

You're the biggest joke on the Internet

Your database is a disaster

You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster

Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar

Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar

And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er

I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller

You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

Now, what y'all wanna do?

Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers

Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?

9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?

Uh, uh, loggin' in now

Wanna run wit my crew, hah?

Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?

They call me the king of the spreadsheets

Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets

My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks

But it was obsolete before I opened the box

You say you've had your desktop for over a week?

Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique

Your laptop is a month old? Well that's great

If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight

My digital media is write-protected

Every file inspected, no viruses detected

I beta tested every operation system

Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em

While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin'

It does all my work without me even askin'

Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide

I believe that your says "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side

In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user

You've got your own newsgroup, "alt.total-loser"

Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax

Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?

Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you

If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you

What? What? What? What? What?

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)

Now, what y'all wanna do?

Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers

Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?

9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?

What??

[TheUnknown 39]

the Wallflowers - "One Headlight"

"One Headlight"

So long ago, I don't remember when

That's when they say I lost my only friend

Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease

As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn

The long broken arm of human law

Now it always seemed such a waste

She always had a pretty face

So I wondered how she hung around this place

[Chorus:]

Hey, come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than

In the middle

But me & Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

She said it's cold

It feels like Independence Day

And I can't break away from this parade

But there's got to be an opening

Somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed

And I seen the sun up ahead

At the county line bridge

Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead

We'll run until she's out of breath

She ran until there's nothin' left

She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

[chorus]

Well this place is old

It feels just like a beat up truck

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn

Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes

This place is always such a mess

Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else

Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same

But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams

I think her death it must be killin' me

[chorus]

[Roethlisberger 0]

I do love that song.

It was written by Bob Dylan's son.

[Sticks 1]

So Cold

by Breaking Benjamin

Crowded streets all cleared away

One by One

Hollow heroes seperate

As they run

You're so cold

Keep your hand in mine

Wise men wonder while

Starved men die

[Chorus]

Show me how we end this alright

Show me how defenseless you really are

Satisfy an empty inside

That's alright, let's give this another try

If you find your family, don't you cry

In this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive

Lay your hands on me one last time

[Chorus x2]

It's alright [x9]

[Roethlisberger 0]

Everyone's A Little Bit Racist

From the Broadway Musical Avenue Q (It just won the tony for Best Musical)

*spoken*

Princeton:

Say, Kate, can I ask you a question?

Kate Monster:

Sure!

Princeton:

Well, you know Trekkie Monster upstairs?

Kate Monster:

Uh huh.

Princeton:

Well, he's Trekkie Monster, and you're Kate Monster.

Kate Monster:

Right.

Princeton:

You're both Monsters.

Kate Monster:

Yeah.

Princeton:

Are you two related?

Kate Monster:

What?! Princeton, I'm surprised at you! I find that racist!

Princeton:

Oh, well, I'm sorry! I was just asking!

Kate Monster:

Well, it's a touchy subject.

No, not all Monsters are related.

What are you trying say, huh?

That we all look the same to you?

Huh, huh, huh?

Princeton:

No, no, no, not at all. I'm sorry,

I guess that was a little racist.

Kate Monster:

I should say so. You should be much more

careful when you're talking about the

sensitive subject of race.

Princeton:

Well, look who's talking!

Kate Monster:

What do you mean?

Princeton:

What about that special Monster School you told me about?

Kate Monster:

What about it?

Princeton:

Could someone like me go there?

Kate Monster:

No, we don't want people like you-

Princeton:

You see?!

*singing begins*

You're a little bit racist.

Kate Monster:

Well, you're a little bit too.

Princeton:

I guess we're both a little bit racist.

Kate Monster:

Admitting it is not an easy thing to do...

Princeton:

But I guess it's true.

Kate Monster:

Between me and you,

I think

Both:

Everyone's a little bit racist

Sometimes.

Doesn't mean we go

Around committing hate crimes.

Look around and you will find

No one's really color blind.

Maybe it's a fact

We all should face

Everyone makes judgments

Based on race.

Princeton:

Now not big judgments, like who to hire

or who to buy a newspaper from -

Kate Monster:

No!

Princeton:

No, just little judgments like thinking that Mexican

busboys should learn to speak damn English!

Kate Monster:

Right!

Both:

Everyone's a little bit racist

Today.

So, everyone's a little bit racist

Okay!

Ethinic jokes might be uncouth,

But you laugh because

They're based on truth.

Don't take them as

Personal attacks.

Everyone enjoys them -

So relax!

*spoken again*

Princeton:

All right, stop me if you've heard this one.

Kate Monster:

Okay!

Princeton:

There's a plan going down and there's only

one paracute. And there's a rabbi, a priest...

Kate Monster:

And a black guy!

Gary Coleman:

Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Kate?

Kate Monster:

Uh...

Gary Coleman:

You were telling a black joke!

Princeton:

Well, sure, Gary, but lots of people tell black jokes.

Gary Coleman:

I don't.

Princeton:

Well, of course you don't - you're black!

But I bet you tell Polack jokes, right?

Gary Coleman:

Well, sure I do. Those stupid Polacks!

*starts cracking up*

Princeton:

Now, don't you think that's a little racist?

Gary Coleman:

Well, damn, I guess you're right.

*singing again*

Kate Monster:

You're a little bit racist.

Gary Coleman:

Well, you're a little bit too.

Princeton:

We're all a little bit racist.

Gary Coleman:

I think that I would

Have to agree with you.

Princeton/Kate Monster:

We're glad you do.

Gary Coleman:

It's sad but true!

Everyone's a little bit racist -

All right!

Kate Monster:

All right!

Princeton:

All right!

Gary Coleman:

All right!

Bigotry has never been

Exclusively white

All:

If we all could just admit

That we are racist a little bit,

Even though we all know

That it's wrong,

Maybe it would help us

Get along.

*spoken*

Princeton:

Oh, Christ do I feel good.

Gary Coleman:

Now there was a fine upstanding black man!

Princeton:

Who?

Gary Coleman:

Jesus Christ.

Kate Monster:

But, Gary, Jesus was white.

Gary Coleman:

No, Jesus was black.

Kate Monster:

No, Jesus was white.

Gary Coleman:

No, I'm pretty sure that Jesus was black-

Princeton:

Guys, guys...Jesus was Jewish!

*everyone starts cracking up*

Brian:

Hey guys, what are you laughing about?

Gary Coleman:

Racism!

Brian:

Cool.

Christmas Eve:

BRIAN! Come back here!

You take out lecycuraburs!

Princeton:

What's that mean?

Brian:

Um, recyclables.

Hey, don't laugh at her!

How many languages do you speak?

Kate Monster:

Oh, come off it, Brian!

*sung again*

Everyone's a little bit racist.

Brian:

I'm not!

Princeton:

Oh no?

Brian:

Nope!

How many Oriental wives

Have you got?

Christmas Eve:

What? Brian!

Princeton:

Brian, buddy, where you been?

The term is Asian-American!

Christmas Eve:

I know you are no

Intending to be

But calling me Oriental -

Offensive to me!

Brian:

I'm sorry, honey, I love you.

Christmas Eve:

And I love you.

Brian:

But you're racist, too.

Christmas Eve:

Yes, I know.

The Jews have all

The money

And the whites have all

The power.

And I'm always in taxi-cab

With driver who no shower!

Princeton:

Me too!

Kate Monster:

Me too!

Gary Coleman:

I can't even get a taxi!

All:

Everyone's a little bit racist

It's true.

But everyone is just about

As racist as you!

If we all could just admit

That we are racist a little bit,

And everyone stopped being

So PC

Maybe we could live in -

Harmony!

Christmas Eve:

Evlyone's a ritter bit lacist!

[Tsl 7]

Homer's Food Song

Homer (spoken): Oh, I like food alright.

Homer (singing): I like pizza; I like bagels;

I like hotdogs with mustard and beer.

Editor (spoken): I get the picture.

Homer: I'll eat eggplant. I could even eat a ba-a-by deer.

La- la- la- la- la- la- la- la la- la-

Who's that baby deer on the la-awn there?

Editor (spoken): Enough already!

Homer (spoken): Sorry.

[Andy 60]

hehe, I love that bit.

[TheUnknown 39]

Excuse me while I go off on a Metallica binge:

"Fixxxer"

Yeah

Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins

One for each of us and our sins

So you lay us in a line

Push your pins, they make us humble

Only you can tell in time

If we'll fall or merely stumble

But tell me

Can you heal what father's done

Or fix this hole in a mother's son

Can you heal the broken worlds within

Can you strip away so we may start again

Tell me, can you heal what father's done

Or cut this rope and let us run

Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free

You jab another pin

Jab another pin in me

Yeah

Mirror, mirror upon the wall

Break the spell or become the doll

See you sharpening the pins

So the holes will remind us

We're just the toys in the hands of another

And in time needles turn from shine to rust

But tell me

Can you heal what father's done

Or fix the hole in a mother's son

Can you heal the broken worlds within

Can you strip away so we may start again

Tell me, can you heal what father's done

Or cut this rope and let us run

Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free

You jab another pin

Jab another pin in me

Jab it

Blood for face

Sweat for dirt

Three x's for the stone

To break this curse

A ritual's due

I believe I'm not alone

Shell of shotgun

Pint of gin

Numb us up to shield the pins

Renew our faith which way we can

To fall in love with life again

To fall in love with life again

To fall in love with life again

To fall in love

To fall in love

To fall in love with life again

So tell me

Can you heal what father's done

Or fix the hole in a mother's son

Can you heal the broken worlds within

Can you strip away so we may start again

Yeah, tell me, can you heal what father's done

Or cut this rope and let us run

Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free

You jab another pin

Jab another pin in me

Oh yeah

No more pins in me, yeah

No more, no more pins in me

No more, no more pins in me

No more, no more, no more

No, no, no

"For Whom The Bell Tolls"

Make his fight on the hill in the early day

Constant chill deep inside

Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey

On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who’s to say?

For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know

Suffered wounds test there their pride

Men of five, still alive through the raging glow

Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

[chorus:]

For whom the bell tolls

Time marches on

For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die

It is the last time you will

Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky

Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry

Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery

He hears the silence so loud

Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be

Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

[chorus]

"Until It Sleeps"

Where do I take this pain of mine

I run but it stays right by my side

So tear me open and pour me out

There's things inside that scream and shout

And the pain still hates me

So hold me until it sleeps

Just like the curse, just like the stray

You feed it once and now it stays

Now it stays

So tear me open but beware

There's things inside without a care

And the dirt still stains me

So wash me until I'm clean

It grips you so hold me

It stains you so hold me

It hates you so hold me

It holds you so hold me

Until it sleeps

So tell me why you've chosen me

Don't want your grip

Don't want your greed

Don't want it

I'll tear me open make you gone

No more can you hurt anyone

And the fear still shakes me

So hold me, until it sleeps

It grips you so hold me

It stains you so hold me

It hates you so hold me

It holds you, holds you, holds you until it sleeps (x4)

I Don't want it want it want it want it want it

No

So tear me open but beware

There's things inside without a care

And the dirt still stains me

So wash me 'til I'm clean

I'll tear thee open make you gone

No longer will you hurt anyone

And the hate still shapes me

So hold me until it sleeps (x5)

[Radioactive Isotope 29]

I'm From The Country

Tracy Byrd

Way back up in the country, back in the hills

Down in the hollows where the folks are real

Livin? with the crazzies and the old wildcats

Sawed off shotguns and coonskin caps

That?s where I?m from and I?m proud to say

I?m from the country and I like it that way

Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend

You don?t need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in

Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play

We?re from the country and we like it that way

All day long we work in the fields

Then bring it on home to a home cooked meal

We love ya like Sunday, treat ya like Saturday night

And when the bed gets full we can sleep in the hay (hey)

We?re from the country and we like it that way

Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend

You don?t need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in

Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play

We?re from the country and we like it that way

Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend

You don?t need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in

Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play

We?re from the country

We?re from the country

We?re from the country and we like it that way

[Roethlisberger 0]

The Beatles - You Never Give Me Your Money

From the album "Abbey Road"

You never give me your money

You only give me your funny papers

and in the middle of negotiations

you break down

I never give you my number

I only give you my situation

and in the middle of investigation

I break down

Out of college, money spent

See no future, pay no rent

All the money's gone, nowhere to go

Any jobber got the sack

Monday morning, turning back

Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go

But oh, that magic feeling,

nowhere to go

Oh, that magic feeling

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go!

Ahhh...

One sweet dream

Pick up the bags and get in the limousine

Soon we'll be away from here

Step on the gas and wipe that tear away

One sweet dream came true today

Came true today

Came true today (yes it did)

One two three four five six seven,

All good children go to Heaven

[Chickenman 9]

"Way Away" by Yellowcard

I think I'm breaking out

I'm gonna leave you now

Theres nothing for me here, it's all the same

And even though I know

That everything might go

Go downhill from here, I'm not afraid

Way away away from here I'll be

Way away away so you can see

How it feels to be alone and not believe (Feels to be alone and not believe)

Feels to be alone and not believe anything

You can't stop me now

You can't hold me down

You can't keep me here, I'm on my way

I've made it this far now

And I'm not burning out

No matter what you say, I'm not afraid

Way away away from here I'll be

Way away away so you can see

How it feels to be alone and not believe (Feels to be alone and not believe)

Feels to be alone and not believe anything

Letting out the noise inside of me (Letting out the noise inside of me)

Every window pane is shattering (Every window pane is shattering)

Cutting up my words before I speak (Cutting up my words)

This is how it feels to not believe

Letting out the noise inside of me (Letting out the noise inside of me)

Every window pane is shattering (Every window pane is shattering)

Cutting up my words before I speak (Cutting up my words)

This is how it feels to not believe

Way away away from here I'll be

Way away away so you can see

How it feels to be alone and not believe (feels to be alone and not believe)

Feels to be alone and not believe anything