Had an atomic bore In 2004 Did some atomic tricks In 2006 I got out way late In 2008 I'm gonna do it again In 2010 Uhh! Hhh, had an atomic bore In 2004
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Do what I want 'cause I can And if I don't because I wanna Be ignored by the stiff And the bored because I'm gonna Spit and retrieve 'cause I give And
If you begin to feel overload, you'll begin to feel what we are saying. If you begin to feel overload, consider your Earth lookinf for you. Ultrasonic
No bright lights, no big city went to my head So I won't stick around in this town No I'm getting out instead 'Cause I can't find a thing here to get
Been trying for all my life But I can't add up your subtraction Work, eat, play then go to sleep That won't get me no satisfaction Gotta find a way out
Do what I want cause I can and if I don't because I wanna be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna. Spit and retrieve cause I give and
Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back (I bet you know I'm...) Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging
So you go by i cannot lie pounder for maze the truth's away I sure know how this things will shift I even know the time of day it's not a question
[Originally by The Saints] Ain't nobody tells me what to do now I've heard all the lies and been promised the world No business man is going to use or
They say our summer vacation Has come to an end And that we simply have no more holiday to spend They say no more barefoot No playing around in the pool
Hello ones, hello ones This is your captain speaking I got a chip on my shoulder The size of a boulder And I'm gonna have to get it off D'you know what
You laugh at me and call me I-D-I-O-T You laugh and turn your back 'Cause I'm not like You're supposed to be But it's not a question A question of low
No bright lights, no big city Went to my head And so I won't stick around in this town No, I'm getting out instead 'Cause I can't find a thing and get
It was on a cold dark night, born into this world They couldn't tell back then, is it a boy or a girl? Has since been a story of uncertainty It was claimed
Like a puppet on a string You hold on tight, you hold on tight Like a puppet on a string Like a puppet on a string You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Well, we?d talk and talk and talk about it But talk would do no good We have little to next to nothing to talk about And we?d talk and talk and talk
