Lunachicks - P.S. Hell
Tekst :
Cuttin into the bathroom
Waitin for the bell
They say its high school but I think it s hell
Puffin a joint into the vent
Been up all night an I feel spent
Guards around the corner so I better work fast
Or this suspension will be my last
Stone walls, the floors, sick of all these dictators
Get a note to the nurse
I run in the office and steal her purse
Go out, get drunk in the park
Hang out late until it s dark
Don t get up the next day
I just stay home and sleep
Hate my classes/teachers anyway
Ain t been there for weeks, no!
chorus
No more JAPS in cashmere sweaters
No more jocks in tall sweat socks
Now I m failling all my classes
Trying to cheat off the nerd with glasses
I m going to P.S. Hell
Now I m out of that hell hole
Now I m the one who takes control
No assholes yelling at my hair
They can yell all they want
I don t care
Lunachicks - Born to be mild
Tekst :
Oh Jesus loves you
Get on your knees and pray
You ll die and go to heaven
But here in hell we ll stay
Our Bible is our music, and that guitar is our Lord
Vicious licks and broken picks
We are the evil horde
The bleedind heart of Jesus
Is hanging on our souls
Lightning strikes for wretched sin
And death and rock and roll
Don t wanna be like anyone
We stand out in the crowd
Drinkin, smokin, hanging out
We like our music loud
We were made to be bad
And it might make you mad
We re so wild
You re Born 2 B Mild
Denim jeans and sticky dreams
Just a rock & roll machine
Hanging out with all our friends
We make the people scream!
Don t want your god, we have our own
Don t wanna be just another clone
You have your happy family
Joseph, Jesus and Mary
We prefer a wall of noise
And foxy long haired boys
If you die before you wake
You pray the lord your soul to take
Don t you see it s all so fake
Too bad for you to have that fate
We were made to be bad
And it might make you mad
We re so wild
You re Born 2 B Mild
Preachin on the subways
For all the world to hear
Cause were to ones you fear
Lunachicks - The baby
Tekst :
Baby´s never gonna grow up
All he can do is throw up
Only crawls, he can´t walk
Never gonna learn to talk
Cattleprod him, kept him small
he won´t stand up t all
Rub his legs they won´t go bad
Momma´s gettin mad
Never gonna
Grow up at all
Never gonna
Grow up at all
Never gonna
Grow up at all
No!
Baby´s such a big boy
To his sister he´s a big toy
One crawls into his crib
She pulled off his bib
Babs worker´s just as wacked
The whole scene there is fuckin cracked
Tries to make him toss his ball
All he can do is crawl
Never gonna
Grow up at all
Never gonna
Grow up at all
Never gonna
Grow up at all
No!
He has a pathetic cry at the age of 35
His adulthood has been hog tied
All he´ll ever do is cry
He sucks a sister´s tit
And his mamma puts an end of it
Alba keeps him in his pen
His nightmare never ends
Never gonna
Grow up at all
Never gonna
Grow up at all
Never gonna
Grow up at all
No!
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Seems like yesterday but years have passed us by
Precious memories are clear before my eyes
I can hear your voice calling out my name
But I don t know you now, nothing stays the same
All along I have wanted you
I pray...
Check check one two on the boom shot
Here s the one on the gun in the street spot
Little boyz in the hood far from L A.
Got the heat on the street
Now they re ready to play
Got the look of a crook
Now they got the...
Breath! let s rush in let s lose control
Breath! let s rush in let s lose control
Cries! let s rush in let s lose control
Cries! let s rush in let s lose control
Flowing away! flowing away!
Into this endless tide
Ending up in the drain
Watching back at another life
This day won t...
She lies in bed out of her head sucking a cigarette
Closing her eyes she really tries to make believe she s dead
But she s not
She s not
In the next tomb her old man s room it s another night
He slips...
You re perfection
(All that I Want)
You re perfection
(Won t give you up)
He was standing in the middle, but thoughts of you remain
Everytime you leave me baby, I m taken back again
You show me places that I...