Discharge's song

And now the end, the end is near
It's time to say our last Goodbye's

Doomsday, doomsday
It's doomsday, doomsday

Is it reality or just a nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No escape, no escape
Is it reality or just a nightmare
Nightmare, nightmare 
				

The Sisters of Mercy's song

Twenty-five whores in the room next door
Twenty-five floors and I need more
I'm looking for the can in the candy store
Two thousand Hamburg four
And colours I ain't seen before
It's a small world and it smells funny
I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money
Take back what I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade
In a long black car
With the prettiest shit
From Panama
When the sirens wail
And the lights flash blue
My vision thing come
Slamming through
It's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
Back
What I paid

For another motherfucker in a motorcade
Slamming through
Slamming through
What do we need to make our world come alive?
What does it take to make us sing?
While we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
One million points of light
One billion dollar Vision Thing

Another black hole in the killing zone
A little more mad in the methedrome
One blinding flash of sense
Just like the president's
Well, I don't mind
Out of my mind
Blizzard king
Bring it on home
It's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
Back
What I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade

And a vision thing
And a vision thing
And a ...
Sha la la la
What do we need to make our world come alive?
What do we need to make us sing?
While we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
One million points of light
One billion dollar Vision Thing

Sha la la la 
				

Butthole surfers's song

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about the FBI
I don't give a fuck about the CIA
I don't give a fuck about LSD
I don't give a fuck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a fuck about it anyway
I don't give a fuck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a fuck about every last thing
I don't care who you want me to be
I don't care what you want me to see
I could give a fuck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about you mommy and dad
I don't give a fuck about the things you had
I don't give a fuck about the way you do
All I ever fuckin' think about it you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Strawberry 
				

Adolescents's song

No sound is heard from unit two
When there was once so much to do
Was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland
Our days of wreckless fun are through

GO!

Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig of brew another overnight affair

House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole

Messages and slogans are the primary decor
History's recorded in a clutter on the floor
Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change
Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange

House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole

The nights of birthdays
The nights of fry
The nights of endless drinking
The nights of violence
The nights of noise
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys

Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones?
Pushing all the limits to a point of no return
Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learn

House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
				

Black Flag's song

There was a girl I knew
She saw the prison inside
She cursed her keeper
And swore she'd get free

Every time I see
I got my hands
Wrapped around
The Bars

I want out
Right now

She led an angel's life
On angel wings
Jumped out her
Apartment window
And hit the street below

Every time I see
I got my hands
Wrapped around
The Bars

I can't shut off
My mind

And now
I've waited,
My hands
Are wrapped around
The Bars

I'm burning,
My soul
Is pushed against
The Bars

The Bars
The lie
The lie
The lie
The lie
Lie

The jail
Behind my eyes!

My mind hates my body
My body hates my soul
I close my eyes and fight
Inside my own black hole

Every time I see
I got my hands
Wrapped around
The Bars

I want out
Right now


I've lived my life
I'm doing my time
I realize
Life’s lie

Every time I see
I got my hands
Wrapped around
The Bars

I can't shut off
My mind

And now
I've waited,
My hands
Are wrapped around
The Bars

I'm burning,
My soul
Is pushed against
The Bars

The Bars
The lie
The lie
The lie
Lie
The lie

The prison
Behind my eyes!

Every time I see
I got my hands
Wrapped around
The Bars

I can't shut off
My mind

And now
I've waited,
My hands
Are wrapped around
The Bars

I'm burning,
My soul
Is pushed against
The Bars

The Bars
The lie
The lie
The lie
The lie
The lie

The prison
Behind my eyes! 
				

Killing Joke's song

They're dropping bombs again
And they're doing it in your name
All the rational commentaries
In the papers that I read

Marmalade and buttered toast
And the smell of Sunday roast
Kiss the arse of uncle sam
Oh, to be an englishman

When you hear the sound of warning
When the only color is
Red, red, red, red
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only color is
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing
Red, red, red, red

Dawn brings a day of hell
That we pawn and sell
A single magpie in a tree
One for sorrow, one for me
Kick it off the cliff I said
Now the line fucks up my head
Too late to change this mode
Break all my moral codes

When you hear the sound of warning
When the only color is
Red, red, red, red
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only color is
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing
Red, red, red, red

Running from myself again
And all I feel is shame
It doesn't matter where I go
Everywhere still looks the same
Wheee-ooo
This sense of emptiness
As we create this mess
Self-destructive tendencies
Of what you mean to me

When you hear the sound of warning
When the only color is
Red, red, red, red
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only color is
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red 
				

Husker Du's song

I'm curious to know exactly how you are
I keep my distance but that distance is too far
It reassures me just to know that you're okay
But I don't want you to go on needing me this way

And I don't want to know if you are lonely
Don't want to know if you are less than lonely
Don't want to know if you are lonely
Don't want to know, don't want to know

The day you left me, left me feeling oh so bad
Still I'm not sure about all the doubts we had
From the beginning we both knew it wouldn't last
Decisions have been made the die has been cast

The phone is ringing and the clock says four A.M.
If it's your friends, well I don't want to hear from them
Please leave your number and a message at the tone
Or you can just go on and leave me alone 
				

Fugazi's song

I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
You've got your hands over your ears
You've got your mouth running on
You've got your eyes looking for something
That will never be found - like a reason
Good god I don't need a reason
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
But you've got to....
Give me the shot
Give me the pill
Give me the cure
Now what you've done to my world
				

Bad Brains's song

Banned in D.C. with a thousand more places to go.
Gonna swim across the Atlantic, cause that's the only place I can go.

You, you can't hurt me, me I'm banned in D.C. D.C.

We, we got ourselves, gonna sing it, gonna love it, gonna work it out to any length.
Don't worry, no worry, about what people say.
We got ourselves, we gonna make it anyway.

You, you can't hurt me, why I'm banned in D.C. D.C.

And if you ban us from your clubs, it's the right time, with the right mind.
And if you think we really care, you won't find in my mind.
Ooh! Ooh! You can't afford, to close your doors, so soon no more. 
				

Neil Young's song

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun.

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the worlds.

And his subjects
gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood
straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones.

They carried them
to the flatlands
And they died along the way
But they built up
with their bare hands
What we still can't do today.

And I know she's living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can't remember when
Or how I lost my way.

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer.