....please please please

"please, please, please (young hollywood)" - head automatica

A+P- Seduce U

i'm coming to carve my name into you
i'm going to lap up the things that you spew
i plot and plunder and scheme with delight
i'm manifest seduction, such an insight

i want intercourse, can smell your cunt
your bloody pink flesh is the bonus of the hunt
smell of piss, pubic hair between my teeth
sticky slut, a prick is what you needle
(a prick is what you needle, between the teeth, a bonus, another hunt)

driller killer will seduce you tonight
a driller thriller gecko sucking is allright
driller killer will seduce you tonight
a driller thriller stick poking is allright
tonight tonight everything is all right

wasted and grounded i'm covered in shit
no one ever said that this was fucking it
seduce u tonight still covered in shit
and i don't use shit as a metaphor
wasted and grounded i'm covered in shit
no one ever said that this was fucking it

seduce u tonight still covered in shit
and i don't use shit as a fucking metaphor

a mug of coffee, blood, shit and sperm
cover the bedsheets reveal the sacred worms
today im dirty tomorrow i'll be dirt
drinking and driving into love/shit absurd
ejaculating horses malformed blowjob
naked headless bodies (writhing till i throw up)
just swallow the pill, numb the creepy lust
a spastic conclusion as my crotch slowly rots
(it slowly rots, a creepy dust, malformed, a bloody blowjob)

i am funky, i suck tonight, i'm funky tonight, i'm fucked

driller killer I will seduce you tonight
a driller thriller gecko sucking is allright
driller killer I will seduce you tonight
a driller thriller eye gouging is allright
zonight tonight everything is all right

wasted and grounded i'm covered in shit
no one ever said that this was fucking it
seduce u tonight still covered in shit
and i don't use shit as a metaphor
wasted and grounded i'm covered in shit
no one ever said that this was fucking it
seduce u tonight still covered in shit
and i don't use shit as a fucking metaphor

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything

Stinkfist from Tool has some of my favorite lyrics. It's the way I feel most of the time.

Something has to change. Undeniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear. Constant over stimulation numbs me and I wouldn't have it any other way.

If rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram

Name that song.

Tom Waits-Heart Attack & Vine

Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk

See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
With the pedal pushers, suckin' on a soda pop
Well I'll bet that she's still a virgin
But it's only twenty-five to nine

Tom Waits-Burma Shave


licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders

of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks

and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through

he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave

but the cops would never think to look in

burma shave

and the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone

he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known

he kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back

she says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat

how far are you going he said depends on what you mean

he says i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved

i guess you'd say i'm on my way to

burma shave

and her knees up on the glove compartment

took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer

and she popped her gum and arched her back

hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road

some night my heart pounds just like thunder

i don't know why it don't explode

cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave

and i'd rather take my chances out in

burma shave

presley's what i go by why don't you change the station

count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror

mister anywhere you point this thing

has got to beat the hell out of the sting

of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin

and so drill me a hole with a barber pole

i'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight

why don't you have another swig

and pass that car if you're so brave

i wanna get there before the sun comes up in

burma shave

and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed

smoke from the tires and the twisted machine

just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved

lie swindled from them on the way to

burma shave

and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow

up against the car door on the shot gun side

and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she

still had on her shades

they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of

burma shave 

If there was a problem, you I'd solve it.

Check out the hook while the dj revolves it.

Ice, Ice Baby.

You win.

a better lyric to this beat is......

it's the terror of knowing what this world is about

watching some good friend scream LET ME OUT