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Loud Lyrix, March 29, 1994, Issue # 2
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Addresses
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Internet: lyrix@terranet.cts.com
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UUCP: generic!zoo.toronto.edu!terranet!lyrix
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ARPA: generic!terranet!lyrix@zoo.toronto.edu
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FTP: None
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Gopher: None
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Usenet: None
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Editor-in-Chief: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Publisher: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Distributor: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Mailing Program: NONE! Everything is done by hand.
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DISCLAIMER
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Loud Lyrix is not responsible for accuracy of the lyrics, song titles,
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album titles, or specific performers of the songs contained herein. All
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songs are property of the bands that perform them and/or their record
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labels. The lyrics contained herein cannot be used for any purpose other
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than "private study, scholarship, or research." If anyone makes use of a
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reprinted song for purposes in excess of "fair use," that user may be
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liable for copyright infringement. Loud Lyrix is not responsible for any
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misrepresentation of the performers of any songs or their respective
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lyrics. We reserve the right to reprint inaccurate lyrics if the song's
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lyrics were not readily available to the typist. And just remember that
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this publication is for the sheer fun and pleasure of discovering the
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lyrics of some songs, and we are not out to rip off any bands or put any
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words in their mouths.
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DESCRIPTION
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Loud Lyrix is a weekly publication dedicated to the spread of heavy metal
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lyrics throughout the world. Subscriptions are available at no cost
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electronically. Five to Ten songs are published every Tuesday. Along with
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the lyrics, a section of the zine is devoted to reactions of subscribers to
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previously posted songs. All subscribers are urged to send in lyrics from
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their own favorite bands for publication. All requests, submissions or
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comments must be sent to the above address.
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OUR PHILOSOPHY
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We here at Loud Lyrix believe that the true meaning of a song can only make
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itself known through the song's lyrics. It is for this reason that Loud
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Lyrix exists, we are committed to delivering all the best lyrics of heavy
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metal songs to Cyber-bangers around the globe. Long live metal!
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Loud Lyrix, #2, 3/29/94
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Hello people! We're back with our second issue of Loud Lyrix. The first
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issue went really well, and I'm glad you guys (the ones that wrote me!),
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liked it. I hope you all enjoy this issue as much or more! This week we've
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had some reader submissions, only the first three songs are from me, the
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rest are from readers, plus a bonus song, "Reeking Breath", a parody of
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Metallica's ever kewl "Creeping Death".... it's really funny, so I thought
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I'd share it with the rest of you. I still have lots of work to do,
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converting some lyrics I have to printable format, and checking their
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spelling and everything, but don't fret, I'll get around to it sooner or
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later.
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Many thanks to all our subscribers who have been spreading the word on
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Loud Lyrix. As it stands right now, we have 79 subscribers. An amazing
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number considering this is only our second issue. But we need more and more
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people to spread the word, so if you know of some lists or newsgroups to
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post our ad too, just tell me, and I'll send you an official copy of our ad
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so you can post it.
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Comments and reactions are always welcomed, most, if not all the comments
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I receive will be printed in an upcoming issue. Also, as always, SEND IN
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LYRICS, if there is something you want to see, or some band that you think
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we never print, then either send me the lyrics, or send a request, and
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I'll do my best to find them. BTW, when you send in lyrics, make SURE that
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you tell me who performs the song, which album it's from and especially
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the title of the song. Also, tell me if it's a cover or not, and who the
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original performers were. This is just common courtesy, because I don't
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have time to hunt around, and find the information on a whole bunch of
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miscellaneous songs.
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Ok everyone, here's Loud Lyrix #2.
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CONTENTS
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Reader's Comments
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Song 1: "Jailbreak" by AC/DC
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Song 2: "Master of Puppets" by Metallica
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Song 3: "Electric Eye" by Judas Priest
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Song 4: "No Apology" by Believer (contributed by Phil Powell)
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Song 5: "Face the Day" by The Angels (contributed by Alex Carranza)
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Song 6: "Just One Fix" by Ministry (contributed by Cobalt Raven)
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Song 7: "Time" by Pink Floyd (contributed by John Lopes)
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Song 8: "Reeking Breath" by Crash (contributed by Arnold Mohammed)
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******************** R E A D E R ' S C O M M E N T S ********************
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Compiled by Gino Filicetti
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Date: Wed, 23 Mar 94 20:19:16 -0500
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To: Gino Filicetti <lyrix@terranet.cts.com>
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From: "Richard Singer" <wk03814@worldlink.com>
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Subject: Re: Loud Lyrix #1
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>********************* E X P E N A B L E Y O U T H ***********************
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> by S L A Y E R
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> Album: "Season's in the Abyss"
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Nah . . . Maybe this band just doesn't do it for me . . . The lyrics strike
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me as pretentious, the song doesn't convey enough meaning to justify some
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of the big language. It's just a matter of taste -- don't start a flame war
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with me now :-) . . .
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>*********************** S L A U G H T E R A M A ***************************
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> by G W A R
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> Album: "Scumdogs of the Universe"
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I laughed at this in spite of myself . . . The black humor is reminiscent
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of the Dead Boys. But when the Dead Boys sang "I'm gonna beat up the next
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hippie I see" back in 1977, it was a little more fun, because the hippies
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were putting out so much bad music and culture. But what's the point of
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picking on a hippie these days? The targets of this song are too easy . . .
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It's easy to poke fun at marginal types. Gwar's point may be that these
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people choose to marginalize themselves, but the people in the mainstream
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often are even worse. I guess I'm going on longer about this one because
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Gwar shows a great comic talent . . . I just wish it were aimed at a better
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place. (I like their grotesque puppet videos, though.)
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*************************** J A I L B R E A K *****************************
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by A C / D C
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Album: "'74 Jailbreak"
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There was a friend of mine on murder
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And the judge's gavel fell,
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Jury found him guilty,
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Gave him sixteen years in hell.
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He said "I ain't spending my life here,
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I ain't living alone,
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Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang,
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I'm breakin' out and headin' home.
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Gonna make a Jailbreak
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And I'm lookin' towards the sky,
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I'm gonna make a Jailbreak,
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Oh, how I wish that I could fly.
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All in the name of Liberty
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All in the name of Liberty
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Just set me free
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Jailbreak, let me out of here
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Jailbreak, sixteen years,
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Jailbreak, had more than I can take
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Jailbreak, yeah."
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He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with
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by another man.
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She was down and he was up
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He had a gun in his hand.
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Bullets started flying everywhere
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And people started to scream
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Big man lying on the ground
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With a hole in his body
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Where his life had been
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But it was
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All in the name of Liberty
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All in the name of Liberty
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I got to be free.
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Jailbreak, Jailbreak
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I got to break out
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Out of here.
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Heartbeats they were racin',
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Freedom he was chasin',
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Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing,
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But he made it out
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With a bullet in his back.
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Typed by: Lyrics archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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****************** M A S T E R O F P U P P E T S ********************
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by M E T A L L I C A
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Album: "Master of Puppets"
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End of passion play, crumbling away
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I'm your source of self-destruction
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Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
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Leading on your deaths' construction
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Taste me you will see
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More is all you need
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You're dedicated to
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How I'm killing you
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Come crawling faster
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Obey your master
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Your life burns faster
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Obey your Master
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Master
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Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings
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Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
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Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
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Just hear my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
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Master
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Master
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Needlework the way, never you betray
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Life of death becoming clearer
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Pain monopoly, ritual misery
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Chop your breakfast on a mirror
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Taste me you will see
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More is all you need
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You're dedicated to
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How I'm killing you
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Come crawling faster
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Obey your Master
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Your life burns faster
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Obey your Master
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Master
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Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings
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Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
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Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
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Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
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Master
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Master
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Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
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Master
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Master
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Master, Master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
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Master, Master, you promised only lies
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Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter
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Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
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Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
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Just a rhyme without a reason
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Never ending maze, drift on numbered days
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Now your life is out of season
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I will occupy
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I will help you die
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I will run through you
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Now I rule you too
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Come crawling faster
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Obey your Master
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Your life burns faster
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Obey your Master
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Master
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Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings
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Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
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Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
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Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
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Master
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Master
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Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
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Master
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Master
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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************************ E L E C T R I C E Y E **************************
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by J U D A S P R I E S T
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Album: "Screaming for Vengeance"
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Up here in space
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I'm looking down on you.
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My lasers trace
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Everything you do.
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You think you've private lives
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Think nothing of the kind.
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There is no true escape
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I'm watching all the time.
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I'm made of metal
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My circuits gleam.
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I am perpetual
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I keep the country clean.
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I'm elected electric spy
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I protected electric eye.
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Always in focus
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You can't feel my stare.
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I zoom into you
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You don't know I'm there.
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I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
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My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove.
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Electric eye, in the sky
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Feel my stare, always there
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There's nothing you can do about it.
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Develop and expose
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I feed upon your every thought
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And so my power grows.
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Protected. Detective. Electric eye.
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Typed by: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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*************************** N O A P O L O G Y ***************************
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by B E L I E V E R
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Album: "Dimensions"
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No more will I regress backward,
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from that which I believe.
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I owe no mann an explanation,
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expect no apology.
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Logic defends age old prophecies,
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Christ's life, death and
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resurrection,
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proof of absolute deity,
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expect no apology.
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Not one regret
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impenitent
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No more will I regress backward
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from which I believe
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I owe no man an explanation
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expect no apology.
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Not one regret
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impenitent
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Typed by: Phil Powell <metalhed@cap.gwu.edu>
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This song is "Face The Day" by The Angels (an aussie metal band). You may
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be more familiar with the Great White version, which was after all, their
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first big hit. Here's the original, which really kicks twice as much ass as
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the GW cover did. -- Alex Carranza
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*********************** F A C E T H E D A Y ***************************
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by T H E A N G E L S
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Album: "Dark Room"
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I don't wanna face the day, the day, today
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I don't wanna face the day, the day, today
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Long night leaves me stranded
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Black visions, danger signs
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No love, need protection
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Feels like I'm on production line
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Daggers of dawn, cold hearted-day
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Why does it have to be morning?
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Cover my head, stayin' in bed
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Too late, the luckless warning
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I don't wanna face the day, the day, today
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I don't wanna face the day, the day, today
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Outside, screaming city
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Red lights and hungry eyes
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Sucks like a space invader
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The vacuum of its lies
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Stealing my strength, stealing my time
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It's reigning in a world of traitors
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I don't wanna face the day
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I don't wanna face the day
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Let me keep on sleeping
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Forget that I'm alone
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One day of faceless living
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Is 24 hours too long!
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I don't wanna face the day
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I don't wanna face the day
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I don't wanna face the day, the day, today
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I don't wanna face the day, the day, today
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Give the night, it's more forgiving
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Hold back the light from my eyes
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Please stay invisible darkness
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Can't see the tears I cry
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I know it's coming loaded with nothing
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Trapped in a tunnel of time
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I don't wanna face the day (repeats to end)
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Typed by:
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Alex Carranza <carranza@nevada.edu>
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University of Nevada, Las Vegas.
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************************* J U S T O N E F I X *************************
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by M I N I S T R Y
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Album: "Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed, and the Way to Suck Eggs"
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Blood keeps drinking away
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Certain of its destination
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Driving through New Orleans at night
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Gotta find a destination
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Just one fix
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Life keeps slipping away
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Fighting in a war with damnation
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Poised, keep cutting away
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I'm looking in through to salvation
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Just one fix
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Like if I boarded a train
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Trying to take in another station
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Join us and the choice will be made
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Unless we kill the lie as a nation
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Just one fix
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**************************** T H E E N D ********************************
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Typed by: Cobalt Raven <gebhart-hnt1@kaman.com>
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********************************* T I M E *********************************
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by P I N K F L O Y D
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Album: "Dark Side of the Moon"
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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You fritter and waste the hours in a off hand way
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Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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Tired of flying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
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You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
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And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
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No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
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And you run and you run to catch up with the Sun
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But it's sinking and racing around to come up behind you again
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The Sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
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And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
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Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
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Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
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The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say
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**************************** T H E E N D ********************************
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Typed by:
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John Lopes <john.lopes@ablelink.org>
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AKA: Gun Runner
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AKA: Sneaky DEE
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AKA: MeLLow SiD
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********************* R E E K I N G B R E A T H *************************
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by C R A S H
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Album: "{None}"
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Parody of Metallica's "Creeping Death"
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-Intro. riffs
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WAKE! Wanna hide my face beneath the covers!
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STENCH! Can't believe last night how close we were!
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PASTE! Coating both our mouths like insulation!
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KISS? Are you kidding me? You'd best be sure!
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So gimme some mouthwash!
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So gimme some gum!
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Or even a swig of last night's rum!
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So gimme the Colgate
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Or you'd better run!
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My mouth's a phaser set on stun! - UGH! It's reeking breath!!
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TALK? Cannot say a word, plants are dying!
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SNEEZE? I sure hope we don't, eyes'll burn!
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EAT! Any fucking thing you get your hands on!
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PLEASE! Just don't look at me, I won't turn!
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So gimme some mouthwash!
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So gimme some gum!
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Or even a swig of last night's rum!
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So gimme the colgate
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Or you'd better run!
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My mouth's a phaser set on stun! - HELP! It's reeking breath!!
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-listen ta Kirk Hamster! -> chanting part
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HIDE! From this reek!
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Feels like it's been a week since I've brushed my teeth!
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HIDE! From this reek!
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Feels like it's been a week since I've brushed my teeth!
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I! Just can't bear with this abomination!
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CALL! The exterminator or EPA!
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RAID! If I could get this stuff into a spray can
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BUGS! Fuckers sure would run to get away...Yeaheeyeah!!!
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So gimme some mouthwash
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So gimme some gum!
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Or even a swig of last night's rum!
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So gimme the colgate
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Or you'd better run!
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My mouth's a phaser set on stun! - OOOOOH! It's reeking BREEE-eeye-eeye-
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eeyeeeyeye-EATH!!
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-end licks and riff
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**************************** T H E E N D ********************************
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Typed by: Mr. Bag ("Crash") <St910591@pip.cc.brandeis.edu>
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Sent in by: Arnold Mohammed <kain@io.org>
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... And this concludes our second issue of Loud Lyrix. Take care everyone,
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and don't do anything that I WOULD do. :)
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C-ya!
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End -- Loud Lyrix #2
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