Shot through the heart...

[SilentRavens]

Sweet Dreams are made of the edens...
Who am I to disagree...
I travel the world and the 7 seas...
Everybodys look'n for something...

 

[midwestfisherman]

:music:"My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold":music:

 

[Ausm]

Originally posted by: bernse

Originally posted by: Sysadmin

Originally posted by: freakflag
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the gallows poll
the sands of time, for me, are running low.

Iron Maiden rulez

Were're not going to take it!!


Sysadmin

Twisted Sister does NOT rule!

True How about this one

End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction

Chorus:
Taste me you will see
more is all you needyou're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master

Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror

[Chorus]

Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries

Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
now your life is out of season

[Chorus]
[Fade out with evil laughter

Sysadmin

 

[MercenaryForHire]

[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. (scoff) She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? (scoff)
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. (scoff)
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fvck
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

- M4H

 

[Cfour]

Well, in the summer of '69 I was drinking some red red wine like a virgin.

mauhahahaa

 

[ThaPerculator]

Gotta love the Maiden quotes...

EDDIE!! EDDIE!! EDDIE!! lol

 

[SupaDupaCheez]

I'll stop the world and melt with you...


SDC

 

[SupaDupaCheez]

See chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run runaway

(I know....very obscure but what the hell....I AM the 80's )

SDC

 

[Platypus]

And all I can do is read a book to stay awake, and it rips my life away but it's a great escape

 

[SupaDupaCheez]

If you're gonna die, die with your boots on.
If you're gonna try, just stick around,
Gonna cry, just move along,
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die.

Sorry....It's Friday and i'm in an 80's mood

 

[Amorphus]

YYYYMMMMMCCCCAAAA!!!
\o/.....^o^..../o_...../o\

YEAH!


Television killed the radio star.... 'tis true.

 

[SupaDupaCheez]

Originally posted by: Amorphus
YYYYMMMMMCCCCAAAA!!! \o/.....^o^..../o_...../o\ YEAH! Television killed the radio star.... 'tis true.

^ I love that....funniest thing i've seen all day!

SDC

 

[Mill]

We're not gonna take it. No, we ain't gonna take it. We're not gonna take it anymooooooooorrrrrrrrreeeeee.

 

[Red Dawn]

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey!

 

[JHoNNy1OoO]

"Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two"

 

[upsciLLion]

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Back to the front.

ups

 

[zbalat]

She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories

Killing for religion something I don't understand

Name dropping no names Glamorize cocaine Puppets with strings of gold


Oh man, the 80's hair.

 

[compudog]

"Run to the bedroom in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe,
Don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would ya???
Would ya like to see me try?????"

...Actually 1979...

 

[tm37]

Originally posted by: AMCRambler
Love shack! Baby love shack! Got me a car and it seats about twenty so come on and bring your jukebox money.

It's -
I got me a car it's as big as whale and we're hendin' on down to the love shavk.
I got me a chrysler it seats about twenty so hurry up and bring your juke box money.

 

[LinuxIdiot]

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I´m feeling down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don´t want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
I don´t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
You´re the one who makes me happy honey
You´re the sun who makes me shine
When you´re around I´m always laughing
I want to make you mine
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I´d do anything for you
I don´t want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
I don´t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I want you
I don´t want anybody else
And when I think about you I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah

Anthem for ATOT

 

[compudog]

Josie's on a vacation faw away, come around and talk it over.
So many things that I want to say, you know I like my girls a little bit older.

 

[mpitts]

Originally posted by: MercenaryForHire

[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. (scoff) She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? (scoff)
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. (scoff)
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fvck
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

- M4H

Too bad this was a 90's song.

 

[CarlKillerMiller]

We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
Because if your friends don't dance
and if they won't dance
then they're no friends of mine.

 

[Qacer]

... cause every time I see you falli'n I get down on my knees and pray

 

[compudog]

She was my be-bop baby at the union hall,
She could dance all night and shake the paint off the wall.
And when I saw her smilin' cross a crowded room,
And I knew right then I'd need to leave the party soon,
And the band began to play out of tune...