1. |
The Application
02:36
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Grim reaper, what's wrong with you?
Taking our lives is all that you do.
And it looks like you don't seem to care,
so you better listen
Hey sister, pray all you want.
It won’t save lives if that’s what you thought.
There’s only one person to blame, mister grim reaper!
Only the good die young, evil lives forever.
That’s why it feels so wrong.
Time for you to resign.
This is my application.
Grim, I’m better than you.
If I could decide who lives or who dies.
Man, you’d had nothing to do.
The reaper, he grins, says
“You are the one. Come with me I show you how it’s done.
I’m doing this for way to long. You’ll be the new reaper.”
Only the good live on, evil will last forever.
I’ll be coming on strong,
so beware of the scythe.
This is my application.
Grim, I know what to do.
Now I decide who lives or who dies.
Man, I’m better than you.
If feels like by obligation.
Grim, hand me your scythe.
I’ll cut your wire, you can retire.
It’s time for you to die.
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2. |
Mis Amigos
03:23
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Of all the extraordinary people in my life,
you guys are to me as close as family.
So you come in second, first one is the wife.
You are to me mis amigos, mon amis!
We know each other for ages,
it reaches beyond eternity
Can’t find it in the yellow pages,
our own private fraternity.
My best friends, mis amigos,
mis compadres, mon amis.
My best friends, mis amigos,
where would you be without me.
Whenever you need me, even day or night.
You depend on me, you know where I’ll be.
Don’t hesitate, it won’t harm your pride.
You’ll always be mis amigos, mon amis.
Adventures in books or in movies,
are nothing compared to where we’ve been.
Not even Willis, Pitt or Clooney,
amigos, you know what I mean.
My best friends, mis amigos,
mis compadres, mon amis.
My best friends, mis amigos,
where would you be without me.
El pollo esta gordo!
Hay un montón de conejos aqui!
My best friends, mis amigos,
where would you be without me.
From all the extra ordinary people in my life,
you guys are to me, as close as family.
So you come in second, first one is the wife.
You are to me, amigos, mon amis!
My best friends, mis amigos,
mis compadres, mon amis.
My best friends, mis amigos,
where would you be without me.
Where would you be without me.
Where would you be without me.
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3. |
Leprechauns
04:48
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I went on a quest to Ireland to see if I could find,
those funny little creatures, who sure know how to hide.
I started in the morning and searched until the dawn.
I’ve looked behind the rainbow, no sign of leprechauns.
He’s a riddle man, pranks and jokes,
Four leaf clover and a pot o’ gold.
Crafty shoemaker, fairy or faun.
Hard to get bastard, leprechaun.
I’ve crossed the Emerald Isle, east, north, south and west.
I’ve turned every cobblestone and ploughed through the green green grass.
From the far Kilkenny Mountains all to Gallway town,
and even on the Isle of Aran no precious leprechaun.
He’s a riddle man, pranks and jokes,
Four leaf clover and a pot o’ gold.
Crafty shoemaker, fairy or faun.
Hard to get bastard, leprechaun.
My collection of the weird and wicked is almost complete,
My latest acquisition is a jar of demonseed,
I’ve got a nest of vampires right here in my backyard,
A werewolf and a unicorn, a golem and a dwarf.
And down in my basement I keep a wicked witch.
And a big part of Moby Dick is lying in my fridge.
There’s mummies, goblins, zombies walking on my lawn,
But the only thing that’s missing is that fuckin’ Leprechaun.
He’s a riddle man, pranks and jokes,
Four leaf clover and a pot o’ gold.
Crafty shoemaker, fairy or faun.
Hard to get bastard, leprechaun.
Hard to get bastard, fuckin’ leprechaun
In the Temple Bar in Dublin, I gave up and I quit.
That little Irish joker was no more than a myth.
Heavily disappointed I drank ‘till it was dawn,
I ended up surrounded by a thousand leprechauns.
He’s a riddle man, pranks and jokes, (pranks and jokes)
Four leaf clover and a pot o’ gold. (a pot o’ what? Gold!)
Crafty shoemaker, fairy or faun. (a faun)
Hard to get bastard, leprechaun.
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4. |
Bully the Bullies
04:07
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John was a redhead and always called names.
Brenda had braces, she experienced the same.
Mike was too short, Danny too tall.
One thing they shared, they were bullied by all.
George was a bit nerdy, still lives with his mom.
Spit on by girls, he missed his own prom.
Jack’s way to fat, he never had a wife.
But Kentucky Fried Chicken makes him feel alive.
It’s time, stand up, take a stand,
Make your own demands.
Bully the bullies, keep fighting the fight.
It’s time to put things right.
When Timmy was small, he played with all toys.
Now he’s a grown-up and just into boys
Beaten at the gates, Bill’s not popular at school,
Now he’s a millionaire that makes them all drool.
It’s time, stand up, take a stand,
Make your own demands.
Bully the bullies, keep fighting the fight.
It’s time to put things right.
Many people think it’s all a joke
and so many people say “I didn’t know”
and so many people feel bad when they do.
So open your eyes, be true.
Skinny Suzanna had a frame like a stick.
But now she’s a knockout, wish she’d sucked my ….
Jack was too black and Barry too white.
But they get laid every night.
It’s time, stand up, take a stand,
Make your own demands.
Bully the bullies, keep fighting the fight.
It’s time to put things right.
It’s time, stand up, take a stand,
Make your own demands.
Bully the bullies, keep fighting the fight.
It’s time to put things right.
Bully the bullies, keep fighting the fight.
It’s time to put things right.
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5. |
Gravy Train
03:44
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We play riffs and reels in different places,
The show ain’t over till fatty has sung.
They just stare with their masked faces,
They’re taking their poison, we played and won.
The digital lords made it all too easy,
Our beacon of skulls is reaching for you.
Our daily hits still are increasing,
We’re coming on strong, right out of the blue.
Hey Hey, Hooray (HOORAY), we’re riding on the gravy train.
Faster and faster, full speed ahead.
Let’s hear a: HELL YEAH!, never take a turnpike.
Taking the long run, on the gravy train.
Don’t lose your cool, keep it together.
Solomon’s mines are so far away.
All your dreams can fall and be shattered.
We’re living the dream but are much awake.
Martin and Paul, BUILD SOLID BASES.
Marky’s voice, ENCHANTING THE FLOCK
Timmy and John, SOUND DECORATORS.
Bill’s wall of sound, HARD AS A ROCK
Hey Hey, Hooray (HOORAY), we’re riding on the gravy train.
Faster and faster, full speed ahead.
Let’s hear a: HELL YEAH!, never take a turnpike.
Taking the long run, on the gravy train.
Judge Dredd gave us the stink eye.
It’s beer and titties, they write and tell.
Just like “the Catcher in the Rye”.
Beer and titties are easy to sell.
Hey Hey, Hooray (HOORAY), we’re riding on the gravy train.
Faster and faster, full speed ahead.
Let’s hear a: HELL YEAH!, never take a turnpike.
Taking the long run, on the gravy train.
Hey Hey, Hooray (HOORAY), we’re riding on the gravy train.
Faster and faster, full speed ahead.
Let’s hear a: HELL YEAH!, never take a turnpike.
Taking the long run, on our gravy train.
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6. |
Na Zdrowië
03:42
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Na Zdrowië
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7. |
The Flying Dutchman
07:28
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A fierce four day gale,
The foaming sea pounded the quay.
The only ship that was moored,
was thwarted by the storm.
From the rear, the captain shouts
“Rain or shine, we’re sailing out,
this wretched storm can’t hold me back.
Prepare the ship, all hands on deck!”
The first boatman, he complained
“Tomorrow it’s Easter Sunday.”
The captain he bellowed vigorously,
“We’re leaving in the morning!”
Heavier than the day before,
Waves lashed the loaded ship.
“Weigh the anchor and hoist the sails”
The captain thundered above the storm.
The boatswain tried carefully,
“captain, its Easter morning!”
But the captain laughed derisively
while the Easter bells were tolling.
The captain and all his crew
suddenly turned to stone,
Motionless, no sign of life.
A curse came over Davy Jones.
His last words echoed in the storm.
“Rain or shine, we’re sailing on!
If I have to sail until eternity,
We’ll leave today, onwards to sea”
The ship moved with bulging sails against the wind
and the crew stood like statues on the deck
The sails lit up like they were on fire
The white painted hull turned to black
The ghost ship silently left the harbor
It disappeared and never came back
If you ever sail ‘round The Cape you might catch a glimpse.
Of the Flying Dutchman, who sails against the wind.
With it sails red like fire and the whole ship burned black.
You can’t escape the Dutchman, he’s the bringer of death.
The boatswain tried carefully,
“captain, its Easter morning!”
But the captain laughed derisively.
While the Easter bells were tolling.
If you ever sail ‘round The Cape you might catch a glimpse.
Of the Flying Dutchman, who sails against the wind.
With it sails red like fire and the whole ship burned black.
You can’t escape the Dutchman, he’s the bringer of death.
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8. |
Misery Loves Company
02:23
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When the smoke had cleared the room,
you walked out the door.
My white flag shot to ribbons,
my heart smashed on the floor.
My old man, he said to me:
“There’s a simple remedy,
gather all your friends around,
and drown your misery!”
Misery loves company, miser- misery
Misery loves company.
That’s the way it’s got to be.
Misery loves company, miser- misery
Misery loves company.
It ain’t no mystery!
Since she said her cruel goodbye
misfortune came her way
It passed her on the highway
and stopped her living days
In a blaze of fiery fury
her present turned to past.
Now happy days they have returned
with justice done at last, ‘caus…
Misery loves company, miser- misery
Misery loves company.
That’s the way it’s got to be.
A glum and gloomy feeling,
leads your life to tragedy.
Much easier than 1, 2 , 3
Get some company!
Since she left me on my own,
my future’s looking bright.
I got a lot of good friends,
they’re always on my side.
Troubles lie so far behind,
let’s bring a toast to me,
Say goodbye to my old friend,
my friend misery.
Misery loves company, miser- misery
Misery loves company.
That’s the way it’s got to be.
Misery loves company, miser- misery
Misery loves company.
It ain’t no mystery!
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9. |
Silent Witnesses
05:15
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The ravens cry echoes in the park,
the morning fog is fading.
Something bad happened in the dark.
And the trees were silent witnesses of this gruesome night.
The remembrance of her struggle were the torn clothes by her side.
All the scars are healing now but one scar will remain,
carved in her soul lies filth and shame.
Settle the score, an eye for an eye.
There’s always someone who pays the highest price.
The man takes a shortcut through the park
and in the dark she’s waiting.
She’s hungry and lethal like a shark.
He never saw her coming, he went down with one strike.
The newspapers wrote for weeks about this gruesome night.
They never found no leads and the killer did escape,
carved in his chest stood one word: “rape”
Settle the score, an eye for an eye.
There’s always someone who pays the highest price.
Settle the score, an eye for an eye.
There’s always someone who pays the highest price.
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10. |
The Race
03:34
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Alarm was bleeping, wasn’t sleeping
All hyped up - it’s racing day
Gallons of coffee, this ain’t a hobby
Sweat on my back. Of to the track.
Concrete mud clay
Dirt race speedway
Jumpstart engine green light go!!
Big block shaking
Keep it from breaking
Stats in check ‘till chequered flag
Ride to live, live to ride
Oil spot, shift gear
Opponent draws near
Sharp manoeuvre crash boom bang!
Chaos behind me reaching top speed
Go full throttle please don’t prang
Riders freak out
Nervous breakdown
Need a pit stop fuel runs low
Roaring engine feel the tension
Burning rubber off we go!
Ride to live, live to ride
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line. Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up. Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
(Cake - The Distance, Fashion Nugget)
Brain fry race high
Blood shot left eye
Shift down, foot down pass again
Left turn each time oh this feels fine
Last bend break down third again
Race down wind down
Chuck some beers down
Kickstart Harley rev up go!!
Chrome grease leather
One thing matters
Ride with brothers colours shown
Ride to live, live to ride
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How does a bottle of whiskey taste if you have six true musicians doing their thing? How's rock 'n' roll as these same guys mix their passion for Irish folk, steaming Americana and solid rock to a swinging cocktail?
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