even more pain Here comes torment and pain Here comes death and decay Even more pain Here is the final solution Here is the end of the rope Even more
Fear no more for I bring you tidings of joy may this time in your heart never fade away for I know how long you've waited just to see the savior precious
more peace talks! No more disarmament! No more Mr. Nice Guy! No more nothing! [x3] No more Playboy! No more Newsweek! No more Walter Kronkite! No more
there's a sinister feeling brewing bout a women and her non-stop yap in a couple weeks she'll be stewing bait the hook of a tender trap spend your money
I hope there's one more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more
better of for it strike while they're all asleep strike kill the common creep strike they messed with the best now they die like the rest strike give 'em one more
beer with fear can't wait till friday night it's time to fuck or fight we'll get a gut full of suds we'll go hammer some cruds have a beer with fear cold
made it out the door before the phone rang made it out the door before the phone rang knowing the time ain't gonna get me there quicker knowing the time
we're sitting at the table and we're feeling un and able and we're sitting at the table and we're waiting for the meat where are we oh one of them's
welcome to the dust ward brain damaged but it's only permanent and i hang out in the day room with a strait jacket set with a strait jacket set i'm in
I love livin' in the city [x2] My house smells just like the zoo, It's chock full of shit and puke! Cockroaches on the walls Crabs crawlin' on my balls
fierce thighs pierced eyes a bleeding heart that was ripped apart the flesh you saw was eaten raw love songs love song blue vain vector inject her null
i am a doctor i know what you need a pelvic sort of examination there'll be no pain no pain no pain no pain no pain i am a doctor have a seat will ya
(Murray Head) Say it ain't so Joe Please, say it ain't so That's not what I want to hear Joe And I got a right to know Say it ain't so Joe Please, say
(Matthew L. Moore / Tom Kosta) Well your father lends us a car, If we just won't go too far. And we always seem to come home late In't that funny Well
There was no more fear of flying There was no more fears and pain There was no more need for spying They had everything to gain There was no more fear
(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) I've been watching your performance From the minute you got here you've been riding on your high horse But your motives
Why Oh why the echoes cry I only wish I knew Lighthouse shine in Quarter time And guide me from this coast In case I run around once more And meet you