Head Like A Hole by Nine Inch Nails

 God money, I'll do anything for you

God money, just tell me what you want me to
God money, nail me up against the wall
God money, don't want everything he wants it all

No, you can't take it
No, you can't take it
No, you can't take that away from me
No, you can't take it
No, you can't take it
No, you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

God money's not looking for the cure
God money's not concerned about the sick among the pure
God money, let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised
God money's not one to choose

No, you can't take it
No, you can't take it
No, you can't take that away from me
No, you can't take it
No, you can't take it
No, you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control

Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

You know who you are

BUT I'LL CLARIFY... ITS BLOAT, NAZI COW, AND ORANGE PRESIDENT

Scarborough Fair by Paul Simon

 Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needle work
(Bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(A sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(And polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(Blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(A cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

WOAH... WAIT A MINUTE DUDE... I CANT REMEMBER ALL THIS... YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO WRITE THIS DOWN...

One Tin Soldier by The Original Caste

 Listen, children, to a story

That was written long ago
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own

Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill

It came an answer from the mountain
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
All the riches buried there

Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away

Now the valley cried with anger
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people
So they won their just reward

Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain, dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
"Peace on Earth" was all it said

Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away

Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away

WAIT... WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOTDAMN TREASURE?... THOSE DANG HILL PEOPLE HID IT AND GOT ALL SMARTY PANTS WITH "PEASE ON EARTH"... WELL LOOKS LIKE THEY SHOWED THEM...

Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo

 

Lyrics

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder
Don't run away it's only me

Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive
Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive

I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door

Don't run away it's only me
Only me, only me

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man
Waitin' for an invitation to arrive
Walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

I got my best suit and my tie
Shiny silver dollar on either eye
I hear the chauffeur comin' to my door
Says there's room for maybe just one more

I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door

Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see
Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see
It's only me

I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door

Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see
Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see

It's only me
It's only me, only me
It's only me, only me
It's only me, only me
It's only me
It's only me

WOW... WHATEVER 80S MOVIE THAT IS I MUSTSEE IT.

Born This Way by Lady Gaga

 It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M

Just put your paws up
'Cause you were Born This Way, Baby

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

"There's nothing wrong with loving who you are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be!

Give yourself prudence
And love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth

In the religion of the insecure
I must be my self, respect my youth

A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (Hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah (Love needs faith)

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby you were born this way

No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to survive.
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to be brave.

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Ooh, there ain't no other way,
Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way

Ooh, there ain't no other way,
Baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby,
I was born this way

I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I'm on the right track, baby,
I was born this way, hey

I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I'm on the right track, baby,
I was born this way, hey

Same D.N.A.
But born this way
Same D.N.A.
But born this way

UM... SHE PULLED AN ASSAULT RIFLE FROM HER...

Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones

 Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go!

Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go!

They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The blitzkrieg bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The blitzkrieg bop

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The blitzkrieg bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The blitzkrieg bop

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The blitzkrieg bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The blitzkrieg bop

Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go!

ON THIS FINE DAY... WE REACH 40% OF OUR GOAL...EARLIEST POSSIBLE DAY OF COMPLETION MAY 5, 2023

Good as Hell by Lizzo

 I do my hair toss

Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell

Woo child, tired of the bullshit
Go on dust your shoulders off, keep it moving
Yes Lord, tryna get some new shit
In there, swimwear, going to the pool shit
Come now, come dry your eyes
You know you a star, you can touch the sky
I know that it's hard but you have to try
If you need advice, let me simplify

If he don't love you anymore
Just walk your fine ass out the door

I do my hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Feeling good as hell
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell

Woo girl, need to kick off your shoes
Got to take a deep breath, time to focus on you
All the big fights, long nights that you been through
I got a bottle of Tequila I been saving for you
Boss up and change your life
You can have it all, no sacrifice
I know he did you wrong, we can make it right
So go and let it all hang out tonight

'Cause he don't love you anymore
So walk your fine ass out the door

And do your hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell

Listen, if he don't love you anymore
Then walk your fine ass out the door

And do your hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'
Feeling good as hell
Feeling good as hell
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell

WOW THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DO WHEN SOMEONE OFFENDS ME.... I TOSS MY HAIR, CHECK MY NAILS... AND WALK MY FINE ASS OUT THE DOOR...

The Swimming Song by Loudon Wainwright III

 This summer I went swimming

This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
Moved my arms around

This summer I swam in the ocean
And I swam in a swimming pool
Salt my wounds, chlorined my eyes
I'm a self destructive fool
I'm a self destructive fool

This summer I did the back stroke
And you know that that's not all
I did the breast stroke and the butterfly
And the old Australian crawl
The old Australian crawl

This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal
At the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit, yeah

This summer I did swan dives
And jack knives for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannonball
Did a cannonball

This summer I went swimming
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
Moved my arms around

Hey!

I WENT SWIMMING TODAY... BUT IT WAS NOT JOYFUL LIKE THIS SONG...

Aliens Exist by Blink 182

 Hey mom, there's something in the backroom

Hope it's not the creature from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real
I'd leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
"What you hear is all hearsay"
I wish someone would tell me what was right

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

I am still a skeptic yes you know me
Been best friends and will be 'till we die
I got an injection
Of fear from the abduction
My best friend thinks I'm just telling lies
Alright

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

Dark and scary
Ordinary
Explanation
Information
Nice to know ya
Paranoia
Where's my mother
Biofather

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
Twelve majestic lies

I DIDNT ASK FOR THE ANAL PROBE...

Black No. 1 by Type O Negagive

 She's in love with herself

She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will

She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft

Yeah you want to go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
Dye em black
Black no. 1

Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes
An erotic funeral
For witch she's dressed
Her perfume smells like
Burning leaves
Everyday is Halloween

Loving you was like loving the dead

THE DUDE IS DISTURBING YET,,, I WANT TO BE HIS FRIEND...

Lift Every Voice and Sing by James Weldon, and J. Rosamond Johnson

 Lift every voice and sing

Till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won

Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered
Out from the gloomy past
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast

God of our weary years
God of our silent tears
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way
Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand
May we forever stand
True to our God
True to our native land
Our native land

THE BLACK NATIONAL ANTHEM

Come As You Are by Nirvana

 Come as you are, as you were

As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
(No I don't have a gun)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

YOU DON'T HAVE A GUN? COBAIN SPREADIN HIS LIBERAL IDEAS...

For the Kids by Homeboy Sandman

 I believe the children are our future

Boy Sand is for the kids

Lil' bro and lil' sis smoking cigs
Quit
Shouldn't you go study for a quiz?
STD is not pronounced "stid"
Who produced this?
6th
Kids 'tween 3 and 6 shouldn't have to tussle with the three sixes
Watching big chested vixens
Need to go and get they chest Vixed
Little black girls your hair is beautiful
You could leave it natural it's suitable
Forgive the adults that try to get you
To burn it, they've got self image issues
Turn off the TV and go to sleep
You're not a ugly duckling, you're a swan
I know you think that being different makes you weak
But being different makes you strong
This
Is
For
You
Think before you speak
Wash your hands before you take a leak
Don't be cocky when you take the lead
If you cocky light a match before you leave
Brush your teeth
Stop and smell the flowers seeds
Enjoy the sun showers seeds
De-shell your sunflower seeds
Don't crack when sides is pulling you
Between either going to math or cutting class and getting drunk
Don't let nobody bully you
Feels so much better having someone beat your ass than being a punk
Say no to drugs
Never turn your back on your bruhs
The object of life ain't making bucks
The object of life is spreading love
This
Is
For
You
I take the time to teach the kids in the streets
For the children like Asa and Unique
Little sisters, you ain't gotta be a freak
Even Nicki Minaj wasn't that at 13
Little brothers you ain't gotta be a fool
And I know they don't teach us nothing useful in them schools
But, if you hustle than consider school a tool
That you use against the devil so he don't fool you
Uh, consider these jewels
For growth and development, guidelines and rules
The little homies need to know it ain't cool
To openly disrespect the people that made you
Love your parents no matter the consequences
Before you go to sleep, don't forget to wash the dishes
And say a prayer before you eat something
That's a blessing because somebody get to eat nothing
This
Is
For
You

GOOD ADVICE HERE... TAKE NOTE...

 

Give Your Hands to Struggle by Sweet Honey in the Rock

If you see me stumble,
Don’t stand back and look on,
Reach out now, baby,
Give your hands to struggle.
Give your hands to struggle
Give your hands to struggle,
Give your hands to struggle,
Give your hands to struggle.
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba

If you feel my heart break
Don’t just count the sound waves
Hold me close now, baby
Give your arms to struggle.

If you see me crying
Don’t just pat my shoulder
Help me go on, right on
Give your strength to struggle.

If you hear my love song
Don’t stand back and listen
Help me sing it right now
Give your voice to struggle.

Then we’ll be moving
We’ll be really moving
Building up our union
If we give our all to struggle.

I WILL IF I CAN... I WILL IF I CAN... I WILL IF i CAN...

Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder

 Music is a world within itself

With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands

But just because a record has a groove
Don't make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move

They can feel it all over
But they can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people, no, yeah

Music knows that it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won't quit
But here are some of music's pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget now

For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all, Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
There's no way the band could lose

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all, all, all-all-all over now people

Can't you feel it all over?
Come on, let's feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody all over people, go

SOME PEOPLE FEEL IT ALL OVER... AND IT TURNS OUT TO BE A RASH...

Who Farted in the Club by Dirt Nasty

Who farted in the club?
Somebody farted in the club
Who farted in the club?
In the VIP, it smelled like butt

Whoever smell't it, dealt it
Bullshit, who was eating shellfish?
Smelling like lobster ass
All the bitches leaving awkward fast
Reek worse than cheap cologne
Stanking up the whole damn zone
Holmes, I had to [?] my Patron
Party's over, time to go home
shit particles hit the mouth
I could tell you ate In-N-Out
Animal Style
You know who did it
Cause they the one with the smile
And I hope that it wasn't a bitch
Cause it'll smell like booty and fish
You know the shit wrong
[fuck it, somebody had to make this song

You fucking disgusting

What you eat, beef brisket or something?
Was it turkey, with the stuffing?
Point 'em out, I'mma snuff 'em
You need a colonic
Man, now I gotta spark up my chronic
And I was gonna save it for later
Your ass smelled like a dead frigerator
Have some respect player
There's baby's in the spot
We trying to get laid brah
You ruined the radius
Now it stank like poop and anuses
Take the shit outside
Poop butt, you burning my eyes
You must have ate diarrhea pie
So toxic, the bartender died

WHO INDEED? WHO DID IT?