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Letras

Liar (Megadeth)

You take great pride in never having lived up to anything
Lie, steal, cheat and kill, a real bad guy
Your daddy is a wino, and your mommy is quite insane
From alter boy to sewer rat, you don't give a damn
Your sister is a junkie, gets "it" any way she can
Your brother's a** singer in a stud leather band
Your girlfriend's got herpes to go with your hep and AIDS
There ain't one person you know you ain't ripped off yet.

Look deep in the mirror, look deep into its eyes
Your face is replaced, a creature you despise
but I know what you're made of, it ain't much I'm afraid
I know you'll be lying until you dying day

Make up your stories, truth's so hard to say
Brain is numb and your tongue will surely dig your grave
Your mind is sickly from Alzheimer's Disease
And decadence and debauchery killed your memories

You're a liar, liar, liar, everyone can see
Liar, liar, [liar,] it's all you'll ever be
Liar, liar, liar, it's what you mean to me
Liar, liar, lies...

Start trouble, spread pain
Piss and venom, in your veins
Talk nasty, breathe fire
Smell rotten, you're a liar
Sweat liquor, breathe snot
Eat garbage, spit blood
Diseased, health hazard
Scum bag, filthy bastard
Greasy face, teeth decay
Hair matted, drunk all day
Abscessed, sunken veins
Rot gut, scrambled brain
Steal money, crash cars
Rob jewelry, hock guitars
Rot in hell, it's time you know
To your master, off you go
You're a liar
A ** liar
Filthy liar
Liar
You ** liar
Liar

Joe's Garage (Frank Zappa)

Central Scrutinizer:
We take you now to a garage in Canoga Park

Larry:
(It makes its own sauce . . . if you add water)

Joe:
It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said
"Fender Champ"
And a second-hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

Larry:
We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
His dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Hey!
Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n over
Became a symphony
We could play it again 'n again 'n again
Cause it sounded good to me
ONE MORE TIME!

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin',
"TURN IT DOWN!"
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
'N we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over 'n dance around like . . .

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits
'N Beatle Boots
'N a sign on the back of the car
'N we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
LET'S SEE IF YOU'VE GOT SOME MORE!

People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
'N sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'
So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will never play again . . .

Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it DOWN!
I have children sleeping here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Joe:
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'N then they got that Disco thing
'N New Wave came along
'N all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in "Joe's Garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .

Central Scrutinizer:
The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the WHITE ZONE . . .

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm calling THE POLICE!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I did it!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
They'll be here . . . shortly!

Joe:
By, by, the years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm not joking around anymore!

Officer Butzis:
Come out!
We have the garage surrounded

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
You'll see now!
There they are, they're coming!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, would you!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:
Every day this goes on around here!

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you
Or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Come out with your hands up

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . .
That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut . . . and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

Trouble (Travis Tritt)

Well I play this old guitar from nine to half past one.
I`m just trying to make a livi`n watching everybody else having fun.
Well I dont miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world you`re doi`n A-L-O-N-E
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryi`n to raise nine kids
She told me not to stare `cause it was impolite
She did the best she could to try to raiseme right

Cause mama never told me `bout nothing like Y-O-U
bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n honey to
Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well a sweet talki`n, **y walkin`n, honky tonki`n baby
The men are gonna love ya and the women gonna hate ya
Remindi`n them of everything they`re never gonna be
May be the beginning of the world war three

`Cause the world ain`t ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n mama to, yeah
Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

When We Get Them Hoes (2 Live Crew)




( ) = the fellas
[ ] = Mr. Mixx

Intro: Mr. Mixx
YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one
time for ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin!
Repeat after me, yo -
Say, "Hey! We got them hoes! We got them hoes!"
(Hey! We got them hoes! We got them hoes!)
Yeah, say "Hey! We got them hoes! We got them hoes!"
(Hey! We got them hoes! We got them hoes!)

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
When I get the hoes I let all the boys ** 'em [Yeahhh!!]
No matter what she says, she still got to suck 'em
'Cause bitches will be bitches even when I'm dead [Riiight!]
And if I can't **, then I'll take some head
'Cause you gotta dog a hoe whenever you can
'Cause bulldaggers run game for every man [True!]
To all raggedy bitches, you ain't really nothin'
'Cause when I get a hoe I LET ALL THE BOYS ** 'ER!!!!!

Chorus: Mr. Mixx
When we get them hoes, when we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes, we let ALL the boys ** 'em!
(When we get them hoes, when we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes, we let ALL the boys ** 'em!)

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
In the ** game there ain't no rules
Give it up smooth, put me in there cool [Yeahhhh!]
'Cause it's your delight to ** with fate
You're looking for a way to close the gate
Your ** is hard core, you're the devil's whore [Yeah!]
Your mama was one so you will be nothing more
Let me dog-** you, bitch, throw down hard
If you don't cum for me, you won't for God!

Chorus

Verse 3
{Marquis} You must do it right, you freaky dyke!
If you do it wrong you get no dick tonight [No dick tonight!]
Dick in your mouth and in your**is what you love
While you're on your knees, give my homie some [Yeah!]
{Kid Ice} Bitches know what's up when I'm in command
'Cause Kid Ice is down with the next man [Riiiight!]
All the groupie hoes, I'm down with 'em
'Cause at any time they'll let ALL THE BOYS ** 'EM!!

Chorus

Mr. Mixx:
Yeah! When we get them hoes, we let all the boys run up in 'em,
y'knahmsayin'? Right about now we gon' let my man get loose!
Mr. Heavy Metal man and stuff ... RUN THAT SHIT, BA-BYYYYY!!
{long guitar riff} Yeah, we outta here!

Sugar Daddy (Thompson Twins)

Well you're all grown up and lookin good
Been painting your face like a geisha would
Been practicing the art of treachery
Little girls learn this at their mother's knee

Sugar Daddy gonna me you happy
Sugar Daddy gonna make it nice
Sugar Daddy gonna give you candy
But you're gonna pay Sugar Daddy's price

Well I know what you want and you know how to get it
Nothing but money gonna make you feel better
I'll buy you a dress and I'll buy you a car
I might even buy you an electric guitar

Sugar Daddy gonna me you happy
Sugar Daddy gonna make it nice
Sugar Daddy gonna give you candy
But you're gonna pay Sugar Daddy's price

(Sugar) Oh smile for the camera
(Sugar) Yeah smile for the world
(Sugar) Oh smile....give me your best smile
(Sugar) Like a sweet little girl

So don't bother me with all your personal life
And I will ignore your little white lies
And when the fairy falls from the Christmas tree
Don't ever think that you can run to me

Sugar Daddy gonna me you happy
Sugar Daddy gonna make it nice
Sugar Daddy gonna give you candy
But you're gonna pay Sugar Daddy's price

Yeah Sugar Daddy gonna make you happy
Sugar Daddy gonna make it right
Sugar Daddy gonna give you candy
But you're gonna pay
Yeah, you're gonna pay Sugar Daddy's price
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

FADE
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah


Submitted by Michael **

Hello (Toby Keith)

(Toby Keith/Jim Femino)

I was hangin' out in Mexico, I had a beachfront bungalow
I know I should have gone home, but I was doin' that Caribbean thing
I was listenin' to a Spanish guitar, drinkin' margaritas under the stars
With a pretty senorita when the telephone started to ring, guess who

Hello, honey, I was just about to
Hello, baby, I was gettin' ready
Hello, I know I should have called sooner, oh, no, no
Hello, if you give me just a minute
Hello, don't you hang up till I'm finished
Hello, you're the only one I've ever, you know
Hello

Well, there was silence at the end of the line
I thought I'd give her till a quarter of nine
I forgot to call her back and the party was a-rollin' at ten
See, I was workin' on tequila and lime
I guess I never even noticed the time
I was dancin' the Iguana when the phone started ringin' again
And you know who

Hello, honey, I was just about to
Hello, baby, I was gettin' ready
Hello, I know I should have called sooner, oh, no, no
Hello, if you give me just a minute
Hello, don't you hang up till I'm finished
Hello, you're the only one I've ever, you know
Hello

Hello, honey, I was just about to
Hello, baby, I was gettin' ready
Hello, I know I should have called sooner, oh, no, no
Hello, if you give me just a minute
Hello, don't you hang up till I'm finished
Hello, you're the only one I've ever, you know
Hello

Hello, hello
Hello, honey, I was just about to
Hello, baby, I was gettin' ready
Hello, don't you hang up till I'm finished
Hello

The Rise And Fall Of OOO mau (Primitive Radio Gods)

Future star, red guitar, you're gonna go far
If you find a right producer
The world's your toy, super boy
The girls all faint
And you start a new religion

Four-star media whore
Backdoor encounters with Madonna
Sales fall, lose it all
The crowd moves on and you can't afford a limo

Pout and cry, fake suicide, then read a book About a past addiction
Tombstone, all you own, twenty years and no one will remember


Submitted by Michael **

Skin Turns Blue (Primitive Radio Gods)

Words from the B-side
(See through the eyes of another)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
You're high on a wind wave that
(See through the eyes of another)
Don't know Jack, don't know Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Shit about what it means
You're all beat down like a dog on a leash
Chasing things that don't move
But are never in reach
Sit down, lose your mind 'till it thinks right
Someday your skin turns blue

(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)

When will you realize
The nigger you hate is your brother
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
Surprised that I talk like that
(See through the eyes of another)
You ain't seen Jack, you ain't seen Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Look what's happened to me
I'm all **ed up and it's easy to see
What you mean
Turn three-hundred and sixty degrees
Skin tight, blow your mind 'till it sits right
Sometimes your skin turns blue

(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)

(guitar solo)

I'm not gonna theorize
You break the chains or you'll smother
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
It's a sign of a self-made man
(See through the eyes of another)
It all comes back, it all comes back
(See through the eyes of another)
Look who's always so down
You can't get up with your knees on the ground
Looking 'round
Trying hard for an easy way out
That's right, hold your breath if you like
But don't cry when your skin turns blue

(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)


Submitted by Michael **

Skins Turn Blue (Primitive Radio Gods)

“Show me from an 11-year olds' stand point, what is life?”
“You don't wanna be here! Y-You don't wanna be here!”

Words from the B-side
(See through the eyes of another)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
You're high on a wind wave that
(See through the eyes of another)
Don't know Jack, don't know Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Shit about what it means
You're all beat down like a dog on a leash
Chasing things that don't move
But are never in reach
Sit down, lose your mind 'till it thinks right
Someday your skin turns blue

“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)

When will you realize
The nigger you hate is your brother
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
Surprised that I talk like that
(See through the eyes of another)
You ain't seen Jack, you ain't seen Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Look what's happened to me
I'm all **ed up and it's easy to see
What you mean
Turned three hundred and sixty degrees
Skin rack, blow your mind up it sets right
Sometimes your skin turns blue
“He who has lived without honor must die without honor.”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“From this day forth, let no man call me white!”

(guitar solo)

I'm not gonna theorize
You break the chains or you'll smother
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
It's a sign of a self-made man
(See through the eyes of another)
It all comes back, it all comes back
(See through the eyes of another)
Look who's always so down
You can't get up with your knees on the ground
Looking 'round
Trying hard for an easy way out
That's right, hold your breath if you like
But don't cry when your skin turns blue

(deep voice babbling)
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are-Who are you?
(See through the eyes of another)
“Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Sounds like...”
(See through the eyes of another)
“I help no one get hit by a bullet that wouldn't mess with me”

Your Skin Turns Blue (Primitive Radio Gods)

“Show me from an 11-year olds' stand point, what is life?”
“You don't wanna be here! Y-You don't wanna be here!”

Words from the B-side
(See through the eyes of another)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
You're high on a wind wave that
(See through the eyes of another)
Don't know Jack, don't know Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Shit about what it means
You're all beat down like a dog on a leash
Chasing things that don't move
But are never in reach
Sit down, lose your mind 'till it thinks right
Someday your skin turns blue

“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)

When will you realize
(The nigger you hate is your brother)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
Surprised that I talk like that
(See through the eyes of another)
You ain't seen Jack, you ain't seen Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Look what's happened to me
I'm all **ed up and it's easy to see
What you mean
Turned three hundred and sixty degrees
Skin rack, blow your mind up it sets right
Sometimes your skin turns blue

“He who has lived without honor must die without honor.”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“From this day forth, let no man call me white!”

(guitar solo)

I'm not gonna theorize
(You break the chains or you'll smother)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
It's a sign of a self-made man
(See through the eyes of another)
It all comes back, it all comes back
(See through the eyes of another)
Look who's always so down
You can't get up with your knees on the ground
Looking 'round
Trying hard for an easy way out
That's right, hold your breath if you like
But don't cry when your skin turns blue

(deep voice babbling)
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are-Who are you?
(See through the eyes of another)
“Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Sounds like...”
(See through the eyes of another)
“I don't want no-one to get hit by a bullet that wasn't meant for me!”


Submitted by Michael **


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