Bobby goes to work on Mondays He's got a car but he don't drive Billy meets him at the office Neither one knows he's alive Tommy's closing a big deal
If money talks then I?m a mime If time is money then I?m out of time And I was once with a million quid Have a seat I?ll tell ya what I did Can?t sit
Like Jimmy Carter like electric underwear Like any idea that never had a chance of going anywhere This is who you are Hey, celebrity, who drives off
I woke up on the floor again And I needed something to eat So I went down the street to Monty's grill "What'll it be?" said Monty, sporting a wry grin
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the body child But the head is still gonna live You can give all your money now 'Til there?s nothing left to give You can play your electric guitar
I ride a taxi To nowhere And as soon as I get out I'm gonna be alone I'm in the backseat Dyin' I can't remember anything at all Except the day that
She doesn't like it too hot She doesn't like it too cold Room temperature! Room temperature!
don't, she don't need no vibrator She don't, she don't, she don't need no vibrator She don't, she don't, she don't need no...electric entertainer tonight
Baby get up off the floor That man you're with He ain't no innocent man He's a killer child I seen him rip apart a young girl With his bare hands Now
Bite Me by Electric Six Are you ready for my Sucky-Sucky? Are you ready to be set free? Are you ready to Syphon Gasoline? Are you ready for the number
You want to reach your destination There is a road And it's paved with celluloid. You need to find your motivation And you need to know All the minefields
You're broken machine has questions for me Wants to know a little bit about my history Wants to know why I write these ridiculous songs Wants to know
I bought my girlfriend a chocolate pope 'Cause she seems to be at the end of her rope Italian candy with SWISS chocolate flavor Such a delicious, delicious
In the writings of the Druids, Lies a recipe for Druid fluid, Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me. You seem to be accruin' More penalties than a
Where you gonna be when they can't control ya? See you come around and they gonna roll ya. See you in the ghetto like the chola cola. They start the countdown
Here comes cokey Joe looking to make it snow I wish I didn't know what I know And that's why you were hired, hired. Don't do your job and you'll be
Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair, I lost twelve of my very best men in there Well, hold on Hold on to your curse This story is depressing and