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from The Faculty (패컬티) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (1998)
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Papa collected 50's records But he was racist Mama cool with Frank Sinatra Raised two hip-hop kids Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Our parents gave us television, And we vanished in their car Teacher gave us bad religion, stomach aches, and scars Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na I've been standing in the shadows Years since you were born Comic books, and dirty looks, and prosests on the lawn I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now Well I've been stranded on the freeway And I've seen the Berlin wall I've been trying to make connection, but I still don't quite belong Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now I've seen all your drama Hope you like your carma Back to wander-a-ma now Na, na, na, na |
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from D Generation - No Lunch (1996)
She's standing with a record in her hand
She's really cool or just another fan I know looks are deceiving But I am caught by those eyes I make myself start believing there's something special inside. It's my screen test, 30 seconds or less To prove that I am not like all the rest and I am me Everything needs a start So if I can find my heart, heart And talk to you... She's standing with a dazed stare Ignorance or she just don't care I know looks are deceiving But I am caught by those eyes. I make myself start believing there's something special inside. There might be a wall or just no one there at all It's the chance I take (I like to gamble) All over the world there's no answers So I am, waiting, waiting, trying to talk to you. She's standing with another man; he's real possessive or he's just real mad. I know looks are deceiving, but I am caught by those eyes. I make myself start believing there's something special inside. When I was a kid... |
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from D Generation - No Lunch (1996)
Frankie baby wears leather boots
She likes the stooges and punk rock groups Born in something she just can't win She strives for pureness but she's built for sin. She tried it once with Jesus and she once was a June bride, When I met her on the barstool she just smiled Frankie, Frankie, Frankie, got me down on my knees Frankie, Frankie, Frankie, going aahh! Frankie baby's misunderstood All the time in the neighbourhood She's the beauty that they can't get, she's the freedom that they resent. A well respected husband but your kids don't know you well Hiding with your whore at the motel... Paul wears lipstick and a dress Frankie lives like any man would do You feel you've sinned so you confess But it don't go What you are is just what you are! I can't love you! |
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from D Generation - No Lunch (1996)
I may not exist on your gold card list
But my dues are paid in full For a couple of grand, you wanna shake my hand Tell me what are you trying to pull You got cash, you got flash But you ain't got the heart to bleed You strong arm, you got charm But who's got the blood you need? (just a) Capital Offender I wanna place in the sun Before i'm 21 Maybe high in the Hollywood Hills You want exclusive rights, to sell away my life For a measily stack of bills I want cash, I want flash I want a car and a gal to match Buy high, Sell low I might as well sell my ass (and be the) Capital Offender(2x) You're hashing out deals On expense account meals Trying to get me cheap My pockets are empty you're six feet deep Ten or four, at the liquor store It all fell right into place For a couple of grand I said raise your hand And emptied two rounds into his face 25 to life Maximum security A poor fool, like me I never had any future you see (just a) capital offender (4x) |
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from D Generation - No Lunch (1996)
see 'em ridin' just like sally when you wake up in the middle and you just can't stay i've seen the movies and the groovies and i'm searching for a ruby in the gutter with a promise and i'm on my way send us all to high school make us pray to statues so we hang on corners lookin' bored all the rubbish that you cherish with your hedonistic pleasures and your latest status symbols just can't stay seen the majors chase the minors with the military blinders dangle carrots in the faces of the u.s.a. i hate the local stiffness and all the capitol sickness you know they're waiting on a war whisper in my ear dear (tell me something) why does suicide have such appeal (never nothin') no way-goin' like sailors and valentine failures ducking rejection with walls of protection degeneration cross the nation lonely callers masturbation for a minute just can't stay all the wheelers and the dealers and the zombies kill the feelings with a bottle and a vial and i'm on my way i seen my mother watch her dreams just smother don't wanna sing the graveyard song whisper in my ear dear (tell me something) why do you pretend it ain't fucking real (never nothin') no way-heart felt attraction that never takes action just meetings and functions and social corruptions all your niches and your stitches i'm not lyin' back and wishin' for a cinderella savior and i just can't stay call us fags and call us phonies but i make the ginamone and you hate it cause i shake it and i'm on my way i can't wait till christmas barking in the darkness a broken hero at the bar whisper in my ear dear (tell me something) why does suicide have such appeal (never nothin') no way out no way out no way now no way! fire to ashes and candy store flashes scars from the gashes and yesterday passes from the alleys to the valleys see 'em ridin' just like sally when you wake up and you just can't stay |
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from D Generation - No Lunch (1996)
What's Johnny doing now on a Tuesday night?
Johnny can't read, Johnny can't write He just don't understand Johnny don't care about the world As long as he can fuck his girl And prove that he's a man He got wasted eating 'ludes He's a teenage vegetable Getting high through the night is cool Johnny hates to think he's ignorant He's a mindless brainwashed pig Ring a bell he starts to drool Degenerated, degenerated And our minds are vegetated Degenerated, degerated And our act is imitated He's got PCP in his veins Got a boy in his brain He's addicted to the TV When he's old he's gonna have a son Said a kid grow up baby deaf and dumb To become a young Johnny Degenerated, degenerated And our minds are vegetated Degenerated, degenerated And our act is imitated |
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from Explore (1999)
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Papa collected 50's records But he was racist Mama cool with Frank Sinatra Raised two hip-hop kids Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Our parents gave us television, And we vanished in their car Teacher gave us bad religion, stomach aches, and scars Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na I've been standing in the shadows Years since you were born Comic books, and dirty looks, and prosests on the lawn I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now Well I've been stranded on the freeway And I've seen the Berlin wall I've been trying to make connection, but I still don't quite belong Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now I've seen all your drama Hope you like your carma Back to wander-a-ma now Na, na, na, na |
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from D Generation - Through The Darkness (1999)
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Papa collected 50's records But he was racist Mama cool with Frank Sinatra Raised two hip-hop kids Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Our parents gave us television, And we vanished in their car Teacher gave us bad religion, stomach aches, and scars Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na I've been standing in the shadows Years since you were born Comic books, and dirty looks, and prosests on the lawn I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now Well I've been stranded on the freeway And I've seen the Berlin wall I've been trying to make connection, but I still don't quite belong Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now I've seen all your drama Hope you like your carma Back to wander-a-ma now Na, na, na, na |
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from D Generation - Through The Darkness (1999)
Somewhere out there tonight
Living the glamour life Somewhere out there today Bleeding my heart away Someone out there tonight Living the party life Someone out there today Bleeding my heart away Shoot 'em up ready to go Shoot 'em up star of the show Shoot 'em up doing the blow Shoot 'em up who do you know Somewhere out there tonight Living the party life Somewhere out there today Bleeding my heart away Someone out there tonight Living a glamour life Someone out there today Bleeding my heart away Shoot 'em up ready to go Shoot 'em up star of the show Shoot 'em up doing the blow Shoot 'em up Now you're only a ghost A rabid fan of the I.o.u.s Crawling back from the coast A master plan to a dog's eye view Someone out there tonight Living the glamour life Somewhere out there today Bleeding my heart away Someone out there tonight Living the party life Somewhere out there today Bleeding my heart away Shoot 'em up ready to go Shoot 'em up star of the show Shoot 'em up doing the blow Shoot 'em up Now you're only a ghost A rabid fan of the I.o.u.s Crawling back from the coast A master plan going south on you Sunday morning smoking gun Sugar baby on the run Sucking on the status quo Shady lady doesn't know Handshake like a cold fish Shadows of an old wish Tested on the rorschach Diagnosed for prozac Now you're only a ghost A rabid fan of the I.o.u.s Crawling back from the coast A master plan going south on you Now you're only a ghost A rabid fan of the I.o.u.s Crawling back from the coast A master plan going south on you Somewhere out there tonight Living the glamour life Somewhere out there today Bleeding my heart away Somewhere out there tonight Somewhere out there tonight Somewhere out there tonight Shoot 'em up |
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