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| 4:37 | 
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Hoo! Oooooh! Shadows on the mountain, and the night begins to fall; Gather up the children, 'fore the darkness takes us all. Tribe has come together, standin' naked against the night; Twenty feet from the fire, the evil waits with zombie eyes. [ :] Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie! Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie! Oh! Sneakin' through the long grass on leopard feet silently, A beast already dead comes to join the dance on the zombie. Ooh! Time has come again - again the moment of truth; The terror is at hand, and there's nothin' you can do. Oh! Hoo! Aaa-aah! Hoo! Aaa-aaa-aaaah! From out of nowhere he's there, flashing hideous teeth, Panic in the crowd, helter-skelter, we're brought to our knees. Back to the darkness, back on the mountain he stands, You can't fight a shadow, you can't kill a dead man. [ x4] |
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| 4:32 |
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Yeah, hey! What you talkin' about? I read it in the paper today, Two cats howlin' 'til the break of day. Up on the back fence, they're makin' a play One stepped across the line, the other blew him away. Up in the morning, down the road 'n I'm gone Been with my sweetie, we was up all night long. My head is throbbin', man I gotta find a song, The radio depress me, tell me what's goin' on? Headlines, screamin' everywhere I go; Headlines, like I really want to know; Headlines, gotta million ways to say, Another crazy day, Headlines. I saw it on the 6:30 news, Some freakin' deacon wearin' military shoes; He's mad at me, buddy, he's mad at you, He's gonna drop the Big One and there's nothin' I can do. Headlines, screamin' everywhere I go; Headlines, like I really want to know; Headlines, gotta million ways to say, Another crazy day, Headlines. Oh! Just another crazy day. Do, do, do, do. Up on the mountain, man I'm feelin' alright, Been to the temple and I'm sleepin' at night. Here come a stranger, need a paper to light, Man, he's bustin' with the news about the fightin' tonight. Headlines, screamin' everywhere I go; Headlines, like I really want to know; Headlines, gotta million ways to say, Another crazy day, Headlines. Headlines, screamin' everywhere I go; Headlines, like I really want to know; Headlines, gotta million ways to say, Another crazy day, Headlines. Oh! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Whoa! Think I'll play all night! |
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| 4:20 |
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| 6:51 |
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Aaah! [ :] Change in the weather, change in the weather, Somethin's happenin' here. Change in the weather, change in the weather, People walkin' round in fear. Uh huh, you better duck and run, Get under cover 'cause the change has come. Storm warning, and it looks like rain, Be nothin' left after the hurricance. This here's a jungle, ain't no lie, Look at the people, terror in their eyes. Bad business comin', can't be denied, They're running with the dogs, afraid to die. Uh huh, you best believe it's true, The levee's busted, badness comin' through. Oh no, there ain't no place to hide, Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride. Sea of frustration, take everything in sight, Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night. Down on your knees, go ahead and pray, But every demon has to have his day. Well! Oh, God! High noon, I can't believe my eyes, Wind is ragin', there's a fire in the sky. Ground shakin', everything comin' loose, Run like a coward but it ain't no use. Edge of the river, it's an ugly scene, People gettin' pushed, people gettin' mean. The change is comin' and it's gettin' late, Ain't no survivin', and there ain't no escape. Oh! Well! Oh, no! |
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| 5:23 |
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Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah! Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah! Pass another plate of shrapnel, sprinkle it with TNT; Gotta have another grenade salad, split it with your enemy. Gotta sell another Uzi, maybe couple 44 Mags, Got a wife and a kid to support, and a payment on the Jag. Won't you try this personal bazooka, make you feel like a man, Show the little girls what's what by the size of the thunder in your hands. Take a pocketful of Teflon bullets, maybe 'nother Tommy gun, Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run. Take it from me, son - you can have a lot of fun! Pass another fleet of B-1 bombers, grab an M-16, Buildin' Chevies was never the fun of buildin' up the war machine. Got a rocket in my pocket and it's ready, do you think we can deal? Got a year-end sale goin' on, you can see the appeal; 'Cause I'm sellin' both sides of the fence, that be the name of the game, I don't care about your silly little struggle, money's colored all the same. Take a handful of Star Wars missiles, maybe super laser gun, Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run. Take it from me, son - we can have a lot of fun! |
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| 4:12 |
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| 5:54 |
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[ :] Soda Pop, Soda Pop, everybody want to make it to the top. Take a million dollars, baby, put it in my hand; Put my favorite retouched photo on the soda can. Put my face on television, say my name a lot; (lot lot lot) Show your cola in every household, give it all you got; Better strike while the iron's hot. There's a generation out there, waitin' to be tapped; If we play our cards right, baby, we'll be sittin' fat. Play a little rock 'n roll music, tease 'em with a tune; Show a couplea old time pictures from the baby boom, An' suck 'em in while I croon. [ x3] Gimme that, gimme that, money, money, money.... |
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| 4:42 |
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Mama, come look quick there's a light up in the sky I see the silent ship, and it's calling you and I And if you listen close, the reasons all come clear; I'm ready now to go, there's nothing left to fear Oh there's nothing left to fear. Leavin' all of this pain behind, gonna sail away; Lettin' all of these chains unwind, gonna steal away. Mama, come look quick do I see an open door? The passageway is lit, an' it's time to get on board. What wonders we will see, what beauty to my eyes So come along with me, across the rainbow sky, Leavin' all of this pain behind, gonna sail away; Lettin' all of these chains unwind, gonna fly away; Makin' over this troubled mind, gonna wash away; Leavin' all of this doubt behind, gonna sail away. Mama, come look quick there's a light up in the sky; I see the silent ship, and it's calling you and I. |
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