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| Mr. Manson |
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He's a man whose charm seduces you
Preaching changes of the new age
Let him lead you to the great unknown
Singer "Helter Skelter" on the rampage
And he keeps on telling things "just like it is"
You fall deeper into his delusion
In a moment of hate everybody could relate
Let his witches fly, he's got an alibi
Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order?
Mr. Manson, who's the master of the plan?
Mr. Manson, I don't want to be your minion, whoa
Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man
There's a knock, knock, knocking on the back room door
And her slumber's hushed by heavy breathing
With a slash to the wrist, and you couldn't resist
Does your mind play tricks? A bloody crucifix!
Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order?
Mr. Manson, who's the master of the plan?
Mr. Manson, I don't want to be your minion, whoah
Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man
You keep smiling in your metal cage
A face of anger and a frown of rage
But nobodies gonna take you down
Will they look around, when you hit the ground?
Heed his words, they're ringing in your head
He's your one and only mentor
In his clergy he will summon the dead
On the superstars you have declared war
Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order?
Mr. Manson, who's the master of the plan?
Mr. Manson, I don't want to be your minion, no...
Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man
You are nobody's savior
You are not alone
Are you calling?
Into the great unknown
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| Letting Go |
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My thoughts are terrifying, behind opened eyes
There's no conviction, there's no crime
Inside this prison they will hide me from the night
I'm just a product of my past, oh
I don't want to, I just need to
Tell me everything's fine, fine, fine
A light in the darkness, it leads me to hope
A man in the making
I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give
So I want you to know, I'm letting go
I've got to block out diabolical displays
Before they come for me again
Going about my way, they review every move
When will this madness ever end? If ever...
A light in the darkness, it leads me to hope
A man in the making
I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give
So I want you to know, I'm letting go
A light in the darkness, it leads me to hope
A man in the making
I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give
So I want you to know, I'm letting go
A light in the darkness
I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give
So I want you to know, I'm letting go - I'm letting go
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| Cold Sweat |
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Thin Lizzy's song |
I put my money in a suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking pretty slim
I feel so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm gonna to win
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I've got me a whole month's wages
I haven't seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to las vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in a suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy
Place another bet
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| Money For Nothing |
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Dire Straits's song |
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's millionaire
We gotta install microwawve ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that ? Hawaiian noises ?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' get your chicks for free
Money for nothin' get chicks for free
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