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Summertime
02:01
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Invisible Touch
01:27
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Black Sabbath
01:45
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This is the way we go to Mass
We wake the dead while the rest are asleep
We light the candles of virgin tallow
We draw the pentagram in lambs blood
Dagger in hand
You crucifix has made its last stand
Make the rite of the black Sabbath
We’ll boil your water into steam
Sip Satan’s tea and then we will scream
Oh, what a joy it is. . .
To see it all turn black
The final spell has been cast
You sold your soul, there’s no turning back
Of all nights, none is more black
The sentinel, he stands so tall
The witch’s brew, it has a foul smell
We roll the dice, triple six
With two dice, what a neat trick
His pitchfork has pierced the Host
You’ll be the next to turn into toast
Come forth and feel Lucifer’s prick
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Eye of the Tiger
05:46
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Fell into the subcontinent
Living on the edge of the Raj
Served a tour under Lieutenant Brownstone
Supplied by a Mr. Gujardee
Fell out of the caste of the white man
Chased the dragon from Lahore to Mandalay
Held in the clink by the poobah
Sweated my life out my third eye
Mr. Gujardee he come to pay
To set me free to be a slave
With a debt to pay, a treasure to seek
In the passes of Andra Pradesh
To pluck the eye of the tiger
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Freebird
04:15
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Well I’m poor, I ain’t got shit
Been down for a while
No, I ain’t regretting it
I feel a pang, And It won’t go away
Won’t feel the same
After I get some country-style
It’s just around the corner
In a deserted alleyway
Behind Church’s Fried Chicken
Lies my Shangri-La
I won’t be bothered by my lack of currency
I’ll just hold my head high as I walk on by
(Chorus)
What’s the word? Have you heard?
What’s the word? It makes a turd.
What’s the word? Have you heard
We got the freedird
Now Johnny Todd, he works hard all day
Laying bricks for the man, that job sure do pay
So he brings change down, sees fifty people standing line
He just holds his head high and he walks on by
(Chorus)
Got a sale, going fast, fifty-piece, dive right in
Yesterday’s feast, hold your nose, or you might spew
Crispy gold, salmonella, old mold
Had some fun, good to see you, gotta run, diarrhea!
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Heart of Rock and Roll
01:43
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You put a stake through a heart that’s sick
Cut through the veins till the blood’s all bled
But heed the words of Mr. Sixx
You can always kick-start a heart that’s dead
This is a heart without a soul
This is a heart in complete control
This is the heart of rock n’ roll
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Stairway to Heaven
02:22
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Baby, why do you roadblock me?
I walk through landmines on my hand and knee
Won’t you give some kind of boost
I want to get up in your roost
I walk on mountains and part the sea
But I’m wearing the wrong Nike’s
I need some Jordans to get me higher
I want to get next to your fire
I need a stairway . . . to Heaven
Well I’ve never been to Hell
And I’m tired of throwing coins down your well
I’ve had a good look at your heart
And I’m ready for a fresh start
Fall down a stairway . . . to Hell
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Rock and Roll part 2.5
02:35
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10. |
I Think We're Alone Now
03:03
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Beneath a moon turned red
I hold a dying rose
What soon will make us dead
The threats we oppose
Here comes the nuclear fear
this is the comet’s year
We walk through empty streets
Glass beneath our feet
Stock up your bags of rice
Acquaint yourself with lice
Here comes the six-winged best
You’ll be the sacrifice
We’re at the end of days
So take my hand now love
We’ll spring the garden anew
Repopulate the earth
We’ll dodge the bolts from above
As we face the worst
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My Humps
06:33
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We sail upon a sandy sea
Our motto’s Timbuktu or bust
I can barely see my hand in front of me
And I’m choking and drowning on dust
We drive our tent pegs in the sand
The concubines, our promised land
We treat our humps well, like kittens they purr
Even loaded down with Frankincense and Myrrh
My humps have carried Caliph and King
Seen every dynasty, Medici to Ming
I’ll get them through, no matter the cost
I bow to the east and I sign the Cross
I follow Mammon, I’ve no thirst for blood
I steer clear of King Richard’s Crusade
You fight your battles, drown in the mud
I’ll sell my humps while you sell your blade
So get your rumps, so get your rumps,
Get your rumps on my humps
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