From the Album: * Cut Well I couldn't live if I don't see a mirracle happen Stayin' up being here with you And I do believe in a mistery that needs unraveling
Heftur me? gaddavir i kjaftinum Sem bl??ir mig L?stur er loka?ur inn i buri Dyr nakinn ber a mig Og bankar upp a frelsari otaminn setur i ny batteri
If I die in New York city Bury me on the Battery The pretty girls on Brooklyn ferry Ask them all to weep for me I'll be smiling brother when they lay
This is a ballad for the good times So put a battery in your leg Put a rock beat over anything Get it stuck there in your head You can be with me I got
Multinational sitcom rating Inoffensive (Self effacing) The fountain of light infotainment Will never run dry Another lunch break, another crisis The
(Anderson/Cocks) The charge was assault & battery The judge said there'd be no bail The charge was assault & battery They dragged me off to jail I did
Lives of great men all remind us We may make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footprints in the sands of time Of hewn stones the sacred
[Aesop Rock] Yo, change the fucking channel. I burn a coma candle. When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample. We them cats talking
backtrack - think about where you were. laser white - from the flashlight - only clouding the matter. insert dead batteries and move forward...remembering
Make a dent in the shovel, run the mud through a sieve Paste your hopes on a windmill blade, plant it up on the hill Pencil sharpened with a putty knife
My mad love battery wants to charge you My mad love battery could maybe enlarge you My mad love battery fizzing at the terminals My mad love battery is
Lashing out the action, returning the reaction Weak are ripped and torn away Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower Battery is here to stay Smashing
Don't try to resist You're coming with us Provisions are made Accommodations have met Your words are encoded In the bleak genetics of the mob Praise
Old Friend in your room With your ticker Feeling thicker You get sicker, but DieHard DieHard DieHard DieHard Old Friend in this World With your crucifix
The lives were taken For feasts at the table A life of misery Ending with a shock Brutal murder (Brutal murder) All hands to the slaughter Mass torture
Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Stuck in a rocket over Mongolia what are we doing up here When we could be in Ulan Bator dancing and
I bleed for my dreams, In a place that I come from, No. No. This time it's true, this sweats for you. Make it stop, with just one move. Pity those with
