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Letras

Be Good At It (Neil McCoy)

Ahh…..Let this be a lesson to you……

Mama never raised any smart mouth kid
She told us once and that was it.
She said son sit down, son that's enough
Mama really loved us, but she was tough.
Never get away with calling her bluff

You been running all night chasing those skirts
You ought to be ashamed late again for work
Boy don't you know you're on the wrong track
Throw it away you never get it back
Hard loving mama's don't cut you no slack

Chorus
My old man was a little bit more inclined to understand.
Cause daddy's know when to hang on and when to let go.
He said bein' addicted to love is a really bad habit;
If you can't be good son, be good at it.

Now mama still on me about wrong and right
Hoping one day I might see the light
My heart's been broke; I make mistakes
I still try to give them as much as I take
But old habits are hard to break

Chorus

But My old man was a little bit more inclined to understand.
Cause daddy's know when to hang on and when to let go.
He said bein' addicted to love is a really bad habit;
If you can't be good son, be good at it.

Take after your old man son----Don't worry about it----I'll show you how it's done

Wink (Neil McCoy)

I woke up this morning my head felt dense
I splashed it with water trying to make it make sense
I stumbled to the kitchen she was standing at the sink
All she had to do was just give me that wink

And slam bam I'm feelin' alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don't need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink

Well it's her way of saying she's on my side
An unspoken message that works every time
When my brain starts smokin' and I can't even think
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink

And slam bam I'm feelin' alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don't need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink

In this complicated world it may sound absurd
But simple little things are the miracle cures
Pushed to the limit or standing at the brink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink

And slam bam I'm feelin' alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don't need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink
And slam bam I'm feelin' alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don't need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink

Horses (Tori Amos)

I got me some Horses
to ride on
to ride on
they say that your demons
can´t go there
so I got me some Horses
to ride on
to ride on
as long as your army
keeps perfectly still
and maybe I´ll find me a sailor
a tailor
and maybe together
we´ll make mother well
so I got me some Horses
to ride on
to ride on
as long as your army
keeps perfectly still
you showed me the meadow
and Milkwood
and Silkwood
and you would if I would
but you never would
so I chased down your posies
your pansies in my hosies
then opened my hands
and they were empty then

off with Superfly
sniffing a Sharpie pen
honey it´s Bill and Ben
off with Superfly
counting your bees
oh me honey like
one two three
the camera is rolling
it´s easy like
one
two
three
and if there is a way to find you
I will find you
but will you find me if Neil
makes me a tree an afro a pharaoh
I can´t go
you said so
and threats that are golden
don´t break easily

Way Of The Rope (Neil Young)

With each single breathe, I pray for death
I curse my day of birth, I hate this stinking earth
I walk the path of self-destruction
Just like your worthless kind, I too was blind
But now that I'm awake, this world fills me with hate
I've cast aside all false illusions

No more a servant nor a puppet on strings
The time has come for rebellion
This burden has for far too long weighed heavy on me
Release my soul through a rope and a tree

With each step of mine, I cross the line
Into where light is dark, and death is the spark
That ignites my satisfaction

Oh to enter the sweetness of oblivion

[Chorus]
Dark is the path that I wander
I curse your prophets, these proclaimers of hope
My mind is set, I am finally free
I shun this mortal coil and choose the way of the rope

On this my final day, I walk away
My body hanging cold
All hail the gallow's pole
The rope entwined brings me salvation

[Chorus]
For the eternal sleep I hunger
This existence I can no longer cope
It's time to exit, I shall cease to breathe
With a snare around my neck I walk the way of the rope
Dark is the path that I wander
I curse your prophets, these proclaimers of hope
My mind is set, I am finally free
I shun this mortal coil and choose the way of the rope

No more a servant nor a puppet on strings
The time has come for rebellion
This burden has for far too long weighed heavy on me
Release my soul through a rope and a tree
But for the eternal black and tranquility
For a cold dark place where life is not
And a shallow grace where I shall rot

[Repeat Chorus]

CONFIDENTIAL (Tina Turner)

(N. Tennant, C. Lowe)
Producers: Pet Shop Boys and Chris Porter
Album: Wildest Dreams (96)
Special Guest: Neil Tennant (backing vocals)

You dont't need to give me reasons
I understand
Somethings are best kept secret
And you've done all you can
I want no recompense
Just as much as you can give of yourself
If that makes sense

I'll keep it confidential
It's secret, confidential
It may come as some surprise
But I can stay secret from prying eyes
So don't worry, I'll keep it confidential
Between you and me

Go on tell me that you love me
Show me you dare
We may not venture out in public
At least I know, you care
It can't be guaranteed
Just give me what you can of yourself
That's all I need

I'll keep it confidential
It's secret, confidential
It may come as some surprise
But I can stay secret from prying eyes
So don't worry, I'll keep it confidential
Between you and me

No one will know who I am
I think it's possible only to love

You play such silly games
But if everyone knew about us I'd feel no shame

The Fun Lovin' Criminal (Fun Lovin' Criminals)

One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis
I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . .
And act gracious
see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat
franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here
I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend.

Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x)

Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
I'm more freaky than Disco 2000
I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
and I never, ever, ever say die
I never take myself too seriously
'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly

Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x)
The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x)

Means with the green, murder on your spleen
living in a dream do you know what I mean
goateed indeed, smart like John Steed
I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N.
I broke into the White House and never got caught
and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut
I am always optimistic about human relations
I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien
We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging


Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x)

Crush (Jade Valerie)

You got me feeling like a high school crush
I know I talk too much but for you I'll hush
Got me obsessed from your head to your tush
No need to tease, just give me the push

What ya doin to me
What you doin to me
What ya doin to me
What you doin to me
What ya do do do do doin to me
Doin to me

Ya got me feelin kinda silly

I've got an
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
And what ya do, what ya do, what you're doin to me

Let's drop your games and all your big man fuss
Nothing to solve, this ain't calculus
Time to light one up, time to get stone drunk
You're Shaquil O'neil and I'm a sure slam dunk

What ya doin to me
What you doin to me
What ya doin to me
What you doin to me
What ya do do do do doin to me
Doin to me

Ya got me feelin kinda silly

I've got an
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
And what ya do, what ya do, what you're doin to me

Got me feeling like a high school crush
Know I talk too much but for you I'll hush
Let's get loud and dumb
Let's be some crazy kids
You're my main aqueeze

And I've got an
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
Ittsie bittsie teenie teenie crush on you so stop your teasin'
And what ya do, what ya do, what you're doin to me

What ya doin to me, Like in there here
What you doin to me, Like in there here
What ya do do do do doin to me, Like in there here
And what ya do, what ya do, what you're doin to me

Sweet Home Alabama (Ligabue)

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singing songs about the southland
I miss'ole' 'bamy once again (and I think it's a sin)
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember,
A southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue,
Sweet home Alabama,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor Boo hoo hoo !
Now we all did what we could do.
Now Watergate does not bother me.
Does your conscience bother you? (tell the truth)
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a tune or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Terry Hawkings Arise! (Based On The Movie: "The Mutilator") (Frightmare)

Drug-dealing ne'er-do-well, pimping hood, **grapher
Released from prison, a misanthrope vicious and perverse
Black-hearted hate**er: Terry Hawkins?
Vengeance rising from speed and nihilism.
He wants to make some films, some really weird films.
Do you want to be in Terry's films? And be his virgin bride?
Are they real? You bet your**they're real.
Terry is the answer, oh yes. Terry is the answer?
And he'll laugh and he'll laugh and he'll laugh?
Welcome to Terry's funhouse: abattoir-cum-set.
The Last House on Dead End Street.
Meet Terry and his family: Cuckoo Clocks of Hell.
Coming down fast, whores for revenge.
Deathtripping into the void - the other side of the screen.
Your mortal coil unwound, suffering your only motivation.
Lights and cameras and eyes without faces.
Sixteen-millimeter snuff: your immortal epitaph.
Surgical grotesqueries, a banquet of obscenity.
Butchery and cruelty: vivisection revelry.
**saw amputation and sheer evisceration.
Your bloody offal used for Terry's mis-en-scene.
Are you ready for your love scene: deer hoof fellatio?
No crying and no screaming - keep your mind on the movie.
Delirium heralds oblivion and this oblivion knows no "cut".
For there is no exit from the Last House on Dead End Street.
"999 years?" No! There is no way off Terry's set.
Terry's directing this ** movie and you are his star.
He'll show you. He'll show you what he can do.

Because Terry is the answer, oh yes - Terry is the answer.
Celluloid depravity, murder is the artistry.
Grainy gore, the faded colors.
Echoing screams haunt the mind
Terry's madness, burns the image
Violent death forever ingrained.

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

The Last House on Dead End Street
The funhouse of horrors
Cuckoo clocks of hell
Terry Hawkins is the answer X2

For there is no exit from the Last House on Dead End Street.
"999 years?" No! There is no way off Terry's set.
Terry's directing this ** movie and you are his star.
He'll show you, he'll show you what he can do.

Here With Me (Shyne)

Heeeyyy!!
Yeah! Po!
For all my niggas locked under the cell (this gangsta mash)
All my niggas (turn this shit up) in Heaven
While niggas was alive it was Hell, gotta be Heaven after that
Check it

[Verse 1]
P-O, nuthin more to it
I'm gully. What? I really been through it
From the stoop to the coupe and everything in between
Vicariously through me niggas live out they dreams
All the ones in the sky are up in the Bing
I do it for them when I'm cracking them rims
See me doing donuts over pot holes
Bustin' off Roscoes like ** it I'll buy a new set tomorrow
I'm the horror the system built
Suck liquor out my moms tits instead of milk
I'm society's filth, shit I feel no guilt
Welfare couldn't feed Po, what the ** I need more (mo' mo' mo')
Catch me posted up in one pivot
By the looks of my arm and palm its been a blizzard
Bitches wanna know who that nigga Po?
When you think of me just think of snow
All white hard white pass the piece off white it's alright
I could take you out the Nikes and put you in some things
Have you lookin' like somethin', diamond buttons
It's the predicate felon, million dollar rhetoric
Tellin' spittin' thesis from my Corniches
Leaving niggas speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat
Yeah I'm loke, been around to much dope
All my life brain ain't never been right
Don't hear shit I ear shit
Niggas lose sight, it's bigger than mic's
Come ** with the kid
OG's look at me like that's how I live
Niggas look from the sky like yeah I still live
Resurrected through the necklace or the gold-coated SIG
Gangsta's never die as long as I'm alive
And when I go its gon' be another Po

[Chorus]
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
When you see that watch blue its for you
When you see that coupe with no roof its for you
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
Kid that I fried around the way was for you
This connect that I tied the other day was for you

[Verse 2]
Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and yellow rocks
Its the number one gunner pop-pa-pop-pop!
Hard top, windows black, that's the way I gangsta mash
Coming through bumping Thriller like I'm really a killer
Who you know **in' with me? Them niggas is bitter
Know I hit you when it's burning and numb
Who you? Screw you just for burning your gums
Get it right - I'm him, y'all just rhymin
Noise over beats y'all niggas hymen
Ma this shit is real, I'm buying jet fuel
And the cuts on my shit is Princess Blue
You ** with the kid, you get Princess too (fa' sho')
What? Your boyfriend a rapper?
This between me and you
And that's just how my niggas would want it
America's most-wanted, station name: P-O
Niggas know

[Chorus]
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
When you see that watch blue its for you
When you see that coupe with no roof its for you
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
Kid that I fried around the way was for you
Connect that I tied the other day was for you
All my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
Bitch I hit with the long dick was for you
Bong! Bong! 8 times its for you
All my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Let that sawed off shit bark off with me
What's up with my niggas? I'm with my niggas

Pus, Pee, windy facilities, Sauce, Neil, uh...


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