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The Ruckus (Part One)
02:13
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Broken Vacuum
Hm ha ha ha ha
Huh huh huh huh
Rawr! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
RAWRRRR! HA...HA... ... HA
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Phone calls pile up like corpses
Beware of the Q.C. (Van Impe)
Beware of misspelled addresses
Watching channel 17 (Van Impe)
Fat dude fresh out of prison
Got raped for a pack of smokes (Van Impe)
Shar-Pei crying on the T.V.
Tears on which I hope she chokes (Van Impe, JACK!)
Rexella
Van Impe
Cubicles, twelve feet of prison
Rhema bitchin' calls
Abandoned done-up food lion
Windowless prison walls
Shaky face watching the clock
Four minutes and your dead (Van Impe)
Surrounded by talking corpses
With microphones on their heads
Whoa!
Van Impe, it's the end of the world!
It's the end of the world. Y2K. Your gonna die, Rexella!!
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3. |
Die Another Day
03:36
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The cannons roar as you gaze upon the fiery sky
Prepare to charge and you know that you are going to die
And your bayonet has yet, to taste it’s first blood shed
Fight for your god because no-one else can tell you why
And look into the reapers gaze, and say
We will die another day
And our souls will fly away
We will die another day
And our souls will fly away
And our sins will be repaid, but not today
Pillars of smoke and ground is soft from rivers of red
The smell of fear is the only way you know you’re not dead
And as you charge and cry, killing for God knows why
You wait to fire until you can see the whites of their eyes
And to the reaper you cry this reprise…
We will die another day
And our souls will fly away
We will die another day
And our souls will fly away
And there will be hell to pay, but not today
Whoa! Die another day!
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4. |
Sex & Gin
02:02
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Sex and gin is on your breath again
Sex and gin is on your breath again
And I don’t know who you’ve been drinking or sleeping with
All I know is your breath smells like sex and gin
And there is only so much a man can take
Before his heart fills with lies and starts to break
But of all that you’ve done your most heinous of sins
Is that you went and drank up all my gin
Lord have mercy!
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5. |
Lost Inside Your Eyes
03:22
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I get so lost inside your eyes
That I can’t remember my own name
When I break free of your loving gaze
That’s when I’ve changed
I’m not the same
Oh no!
And so you say this isn’t real
That I must have dreamed up all of that
But I can’t control the way I feel
Can’t do a thing about that
Now the moment’s wasted again
Tears are spilt yet spilled in vain
And still I don’t quite know you
Can we talk and still be friends
You can help work through the pain
Work through pain of losing you
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6. |
Sweet Strange
03:16
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Girl! You got sweet sweet strange, that I want to re-arrange; that strange!
Let me get that pussy!
Rolling up on 20s and I’m wearing gold changes
Girly lift that skirt so I can peep on where that strange is
Don’t you even try to hang on me if you is not a ho
And if you are like Mrs. Doubtfire, I’m gonna say hello
Cause I’m counting up my coin like I was Mario
And I be getting all the girlies in the bar-io
And I’m gonna treat them shorties like they was a ho
Gonna love ‘em, then I’ll leave ‘em, you already know
Imma get my motherfucking hands on everything
And I don’t want it so on it I will not put a ring
I’m spitting rhymes out like a moped cause I’m sputtering
Get yourself loose and bent over cause I’ll tap that thing
Got something in my trousers that you’re gonna find appealing
Gonna get your ass so high that you’ll be shitting on the ceiling
Yeah you got that big fat turd cutter that you know I’ll be feeling
Gonna take home the blue ribbon cause the prize hog will be squealing
Girl! You got sweet sweet strange, that I want to re-arrange; that strange!
Let me get that pussy!
Bitches sloppy drunk
They WAPS up on my junk
Slapping out the crunk
Caboose all full of spunk
Bitch, with your Daisy
Air rifle, you lazy
Think I’ll let you leave
You must think I’m crazy
Back that ass up in me
Bodyguard like Whitney
In the poo like Winnie
My outtie in your innie
All you gots to wet it
Swipe that ass like credit
Then I will forget it
Stop. Tape Edit.
Bitches they be dripping like they don’t know what they name is
Got my nine cocked gonna find out what the range is
Down in doo-doo valley your rug smell like manges
Two dollar split-tail and fifty cents your change is
Gotta a friend behind my zipper that you’re gonna wanna meet
Like a game a musical chairs yeah I’m gonna take that seat
Gonna text your man and tell him that you’re munching on my skeet
Then I’m gonna roll right over and I’m gonna fall asleep
Girl! You got sweet sweet strange, (girl) that I want to re-arrange; that strange!
Let me get that pussy!
Let me get that pussy!
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7. |
One Last Shot
03:15
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One last shot before I go
To that place so far below
A place the angels never see
A place where the devil waits for me
L.O.R.D.
I’m not even sorry
That woman gone and wronged me
So I put her down beneath my feet
Jesus Christ put away your hand
I ain’t going to the promised land
I know you died for my sins
But I ain’t got a soul for you to cleanse
And I won’t cry and I won’t curse
And I won’t beg for what it’s worth
I’ve been through Hell right here on Earth
And I bet down there ain’t that much worse
Because it’s time to pay what’s due
And Lord that debt is not to you
And I know I’m not Heaven bound
Before you put me in the ground
Just give me one last shot or maybe two
I don’t mind that I’m not blessed
For I’ve no more sins to confess
So my last words I won’t say a thing
But you listen real close you’ll hear me sing
One last shot before I go
To that place so far below
A place the angels never see
A place where the devil waits for me
A place where the devil waits for me
A place where the devil waits for me
A place where my woman waits for me
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Lying on your deathbed with your loved ones standing near
Your time is quickly fading but you’ve got nothing to fear
You think about your regrets and of all that you will miss
But your lips are cold and clammy when you receive your final kiss
So you’re heading towards the light, no, you haven’t any choice
And then you hear the laughter and a voice that says...
Welcome to the gates of Hell
You thought you lived your best life but you failed
I said welcome to the gates of Hell
You thought you lived your best life but you failed
You’re at the gates of Hell!
You pay the ferryman to help you cross the river styx
But here comes Joseph Stalin in his hand he’s got his ...
And there sits Lizzie Borden with her loins all sopping wet
And here comes Oprah Winfrey even though she’s not dead yet
You thought you go to heaven but you went down the wrong path
Now it’s time for you and Hitler to take a bath
I said Welcome to the gates of Hell
You thought you lived your best life but you failed
I said Welcome to the gates of Hell
You thought you lived your best life but you failed
You’re at the gates of Hell!
Welcome to army of the devil
Welcome to army of the devil
Welcome to army of the devil
Welcome to army of the devil
Now drop and give me six hundred and sixty six
Welcome to army of the devil
Welcome to army of the devil
The devil, Mama? You think everything the devil
Welcome to army of the devil
Welcome ha ha ha ha ha ha
The army of the devil, that’s a thing!
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9. |
Let's Get It On
02:53
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You say you want to get to know me
Well I know the best way
We’ll talk the motion of our bodies
And there'll be nothing left to say
Tired of ll the empty promises
I won’t make them to you
I wont say a single word
There’s just one thing I want, it’s true
Let’s get it on! So on!
It’s all good if I get laid and I won’t sweat a thing
What’s this here I caught something?
At least I had a good time
Guess I should have been more careful with every girl in my way
Guess it doesn’t matter when you just live for today
Let’s get it on! So on!
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10. |
Give It All To Me
03:24
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And oh no
There you go
You’re on your own again
Yeah, but you have got to know
You’re not alone
Yeah, you’ve always got a friend
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
When you’re alone in the dark I’ll be the light you’ll see
And when the weight of the world makes you feel like you can’t breathe
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Oh no
You feel the world crumble underneath you toes
But you have got to know
That I’m always close and I’ve got a hand to hold
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
When you’re alone in the dark I’ll be the light you’ll see
And when the weight of the world makes you feel like you can’t breathe
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Oh, life knocks you down
You gotta get back on your feet
Oh, you gotta stand your ground let them know that you’re not beat
No, you’re not beat
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
When you’re alone in the dark I’ll be the light you’ll see
And when the weight of the world makes you feel like you can’t breathe
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
When you’re alone in the dark I’ll be the light you’ll see
And when the weight of the world makes you feel like you can’t breathe
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
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Love that e’er endure
Just like a cool summer breeze
You’ve got me under wraps
And down on both knees
Baby please take my hand
And please hold on tight
I’ll take you for a ride
Please be mine tonight
I just want to be your man
I just want to be your man
I find you standing there
Cross land and under sea
With your wings of gold
We find ourselves free
Baby you are mine
And baby I am yours
With the key of my hear
we see no locked doors
I just want to be your man
I just want to be your man
And if your love should fade
Or if you move a hundred miles away
I will always feel the same
Just look at your face
Who’s to blame?
And if your love should fade
Or if you move a thousand miles away
I will always feel the same
Just look at your face
Who’s to blame?
Just look at your face
Who’s to blame?
Who’s to blame?
And if your love should fade
Or if you move a million miles away
I will always feel the same
Just look at your face
Who’s to blame?
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