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Mister Sheen
03:08
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I Wanna Smack It, Choke It,
Bring It Down To Its Knees
I Wanna Crack It, Toke It,
Make It Say “Pretty Please”
I Wanna Beat It, Break It,
Bend It To My Will
I Wanna Slide It, Snake It,
Make It Take That Pill
Do It Do It, Do It Do It
Do It Like Charlie Sheen!
Do It Do It, Do It Do It
Do It Like Charlie Sheen!
I Wanna Feel It, Caress It,
Push It On The Floor
I Wanna Peel It, Press It,
Make It Beg Me For More
I Wanna Cut It, Grind It,
Stick It In My Vein
I Wanna Mash It, Wind It,
Do It All Again
Do It Do It, Do It Do It
Do It Like Charlie Sheen!
Do It Do It, Do It Do It
Do It Like Charlie Sheen!
I Wanna Eat It, Smoke It,
Spread It On My Face.
I Wanna Bang It, Stroke It,
All Over The Place.
I Wanna Lick It, Suck It,
Take It To My Room
I Wanna Fight It, Fuck It,
Make It Go Boom!
Do It Do It, Do It Do It
Do It Like Charlie Sheen!
Do It Do It, Do It Do It
Do It Like Charlie Sheen!
(He’s A Sex machine)
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Hallelujah, Baby
03:06
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You’ll Never Never Know -
Why I Had To Let You Go.
I’ll Never Never Know,
Why You Had To Hate Me So.
The Pain That You Give Me,
Is There Behind Your Eyes
The Signs Are Against Me
Ever Getting Out Alive.
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Been And Gone And Broken My Heart
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Got It Well Planned From The Start
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Pulled The Wool Over My Eyes
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Been And Gone And Made Me Cry
One And One Makes Two -
But You Had To Make It Three.
Think I'd Like You Better,
If You Only Slept With Me.
The More I Know ‘Bout You -
The Less You Mean To Me.
I Know There’s None So Blind,
As Those Who Will Not See.
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Been And Gone And Broken My Heart
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Got It Well Planned From The Start
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Pulled The Wool Over My Eyes
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Been And Gone And Made Me Cry
I Thought I Was The One
I Could Not Be The Other
Can’t Be Your Second Best
Don’t Wanna Be Your Brother
“Take Aim And Pull That Trigger”
Say The Voices In My Head
There’s One Way Left To Go -
Baby’s Gonna Wind Up Dead.
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Been And Gone And Broken My Heart
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Got It Well Planned From The Start
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Pulled The Wool Over My Eyes
Well, Halle-Fuckin-lujah, Baby
You Been And Gone And Made Me Cry
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Enemy, Mine
02:34
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How You Gonna Survive Tonight
With Me Comin' Up The Stairs
Shining Blade, It Gleams So Bright
I Really Hope You’ve Said Your Prayers
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
I’ll Be the Death Of You
Really Want You To Last A While
Don’t Want You Dyin’ Too Quick
The Thought Of Killing Makes Me Smile
The Sight Of You Makes Me Sick
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
I’ll Be the Death Of You
I’ll Never Get Over The Pain
Scars Are So Deep And So Old
I Wanna Rip, I Wanna Maim
Today’s Meal - Revenge Gone Cold
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
You’ll Be the Death Of Me
I Hate Everything About You
The Ground You Walk On Is Cursed
I Hate Everything That You Do
You Hope I Don’t Get There First
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
Enemy Mine
And To-Day
Is A Good Day
To Die
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In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
Hangin’ Round Was A Bad Idea
I Packed My Bags, Picked Up My Guitar
And Said “I’d Better Get The Fuck Out Of Here.”
I May Blame My Mother And Father
I May Blame This Evil Land
But It’s Such A Goddamn Cryin Shame
They Put A Gun In Young Man’s Hand
There Were Women Cryin’
And Bullets Flyin’
There Were Old Men Sighin’
And Good Men Dyin’
And Every Body’s Lyin’
About The Good Old Days
About The Good Old Days
In The Cold Clear Bitter Light Of Day
I Couldn’t See If My Way Was Clear
I Heard The Sound, I Saw The Light
And Said “I’d Better Get The Fuck Out Of Here.”
I May Blame My Mother And Father
I May Blame This Evil Land
But It’s Such A Goddamn Cryin Shame
They Put A Gun In Young Man’s Hand
There Were Women Cryin’
And Bullets Flyin’
There Were Old Men Sighin’
And Good Men Dyin’
And Every Body’s Lyin’
About The Good Old Days
About The Good Old Days
There’ve been far too many cold winters
Too many times when they have been near
Can’t sleep in the day and I’m up all night
Sayin “I’d Better Get The Fuck Out Of Here.”
I May Blame My Mother And Father
I May Blame This Evil Land
But It’s Such A Goddamn Cryin Shame
They Put A Gun In Young Man’s Hand
There Were Women Cryin’
And Bullets Flyin’
There Were Old Men Sighin’
And Good Men Dyin’
And Every Body’s Lyin’
About The Good Old Days
About The Good Old Days
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The Organ Grinders UK
Way too old to die young and leave good looking corpses, The Organ Grinders formed in early 2010 from the ashes of briefly reformed 1970's punk rockers Control Zone, and The Limiters, who rocked hard in the 1990's. The Organ Grinders play their own eclectic take on punk rock. ... more
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