TOOL - Ticks & Leeches

Suck and suck
Suckin' up all you can, suckin' up all you can suck and suck
Workin' up under my patience like a little tick
Fat little parasite
Suck me dry

My friend is bruised and borrowed
You thieving bastards
You have turned my blood cold and bitter
Beat my compassion black and blue

Hope this is what you wanted
Hope this is what you had in mind
'Cause this is what you're getting
I hope you're choking
I hope you choke on this
I hope you're choking
I hope you choke on this

Taken all I can, taken all I can, I can take
Taken all you can, taken you can, we can take
Got nothing left to give to you

Blood suckin' parasitic little tick
blood suckin parasitic little
Blood suckin' parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go

Hope this is what you wanted
Hope this is what you had in mind
'Cause this is what you're getting

Suck me dry
Suck, suck me dry
Sucking me dry
Suck, suck me dry

Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
'Cause this is what you're getting

I hope, I hope, I hope you choke

U2 - Always

Here today, gone tomorrow
Crack the bone, get to the marrow
To be a bee and the flower
Before the sweetness turns to sour


What we have we're gonna keep, always
What we've lost we don't need, always
What is it that won't let you sleep, always


Be the arrow and the target
Put your head over the parapet
Be uncool, be awkward
Don't look in the obvious place
The soul needs beauty for a soulmate


Get down off your holy cloud, always
God will not deal with the proud, always
Well if you dream then dream out loud, always
Eternally yours, always


I want you
I want you
I want you


Know what to do yourself, always
Go find yourself in someone else, always
And always wear a safety belt, always
Wait for me I'm running late, always
This is the moment that we share for always
Turning slowly into a prayer, always


Now and forever
For always

The National - Grease In Your Hair

This machine's a backwards thinker
It looks for you until it's neck hurts
Not so hard to be a person
If you've got something you can reference

Grease in your hair, fingernail polish
Water balloon eyes, totally honest

I've worked up a sincere speech
I just don't know how I'm going to say it
The second I stand up I freeze
My only move here is to faint

Don't splash apart, everything changes
All jumbled up, wide open spaces
Grease in your hair, fingernail polish
Water balloon eyes, totally honest

Down we go on the grass
Magnets make machines go crazy
I used to know you well
You'd give me such a future feeling
We're in the middle of
Some kind of cosmic rearrangement
You were so funny then
And I kept thinking I would catch it

Stay in one state, nothing is stable
Whip on a cape, step on a cable

I have no more feeling for it
I have no more frame of mind
I have no more feeling for it
I have no more frame of mind

Grease in your hair, fingernail polish
Water balloon eyes, totally honest
Don't splash apart, everything changes
All jumbled up, wide open spaces

Down we go on the grass
Magnets make machines go crazy
I used to know you well
You'd give me such a future feeling
We're in the middle of
Some kind of cosmic rearrangement
You were so funny then
And I kept thinking I would catch it
I kept thinking I would catch it
I kept thinking I would catch it
I kept thinking I would catch it

The Jesus And Mary Chain - Shimmer

The look behind your eyes
Conceals a thin disguise
If pleasure is my prize
There's pain in paradise
She makes the rivers flow
She looks into my soul
Destruction sets us free
From this forbidden tree
So I don't care
Don't say that I don't care
But you just made me aware
I don't care
Heaven's open gate the Devil's silver eyes
A look that seals my fate
Destruction is my prize

Morrissey - Reader Meet Author

You don't know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side

Reader meet author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defense

He says:
"No one ever sees me when I cry"

You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away because you're that type

And the year 2000 won't change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You'll swear it was never there
Have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life?

So safely with your software
All miles from the front line
You hear the way the sad voice sings
And you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies

U2 with Jay-Z - Sunday Bloody Sunday [Live]

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street.
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Oh, let's go.

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.

Will you welcome back Jay-Z
C’mon, c’mon

Straight up at the projects
Expressing all breakers at the peaceful protest
Can’t be oppressed
You turn on the radio, you tuned in to me
Welcome home to Aung San Suu Kyi
Out with Iran, elections are fixed
Out with Rwanda genocide is sick
Turn on your radio let’s all harmonize
To the people in power, hear the army cries
Bup-bup-bup be the sound of the tool
Don’t make me yack enough
Build some schools
Teach the youth what lies ahead
Teach the truth

Everybodys get up, stand up, uh
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up / Put a fist in the air
Ask ‘em for your rights

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Yeah sell your horoscope
Reboot yourself, yeah
Reshuffle where you’re going
Ho, ho
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday

Iron Maiden - Death Of The Celts

The road it winds uphill all the way
Ride to glory on this day
Remember now to do him so proud
In God we trust, cry it out loud

Redeem my salve of winning ways
Remember all the darkest days
Of that I know will see me tread
Walketh upon the field of the dead

The burden of blood, the breaketh of bone
The battlefield now I make it my own
The glory of the morning we make
Praying the rose is still awake

Lord above, my spirit says
Death is not proud, no more, no less
Power of my soul will be free
Deliver us on to victory

Wither a pain that's almost a joy
Wander there, my heart will destroy
Dreaming of days of our youth again
Strangely, no wonder memories remain
Pour thy scorn upon the realm
Pity me none at the gates of our hell
For I am but a messenger one
Sent to do reckoning, what must be done

Praying to our wretched doom
Liberty, freedom, maybe death looms
Wishing upon a fair display
Hoping our cause done, faithfully

Wayward thunder over rain
Giving me time to think again
Send to their graves on this day
Silent where the battle dead lay

Vengeance is for all who lay dead
I have no fear, my body has bled
I will live on in rebirth again
Come to me now, embrace it my friend

Spirits cry for a god from the grave
In darkness, fortune favours the brave

Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear
Immortal, for he will live evermore

Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear
Immortal, for he will live evermore

Think I am, that I'm almost there
Following now the depths of despair
Beyond the light, darkness will fall
Coming to take the life from us all

Following now where god can't explain
Bidding farewell, a lifeline again
Following those who came from hell
Came to witness the death of the Celts

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Up Jumped the Devil

O My O My
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My Daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife

Who’s that yonder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who’s that yonder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim

O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villain’s part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun’s heart

Who’s that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who’s that milling on the courthouse steps
Up jumped the Devil and off he crept

O no O no
Where could I go
With my hump of trouble
And my sack of woe
To the digs and deserts of Mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching rope

Who’s that yonder laughing at me
Like I was the brunt of some hilarity
Who’s that yonder laughing at me
Up jumped the Devil 1, 2, 3

Ha-Ha Ha Ha
How lucky we were
We hit the cathouse
And sampled their wares
We got as drunk
As a couple of Czars
One night I spat out
My lucky stars

Who’s that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Stamping on the ramping with a cloven hoof
Who’s that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Up jumped the Devil and said “Here is your man and I got the proof”

O no don’t go O no
O slow down Joe
The righteous part
Is straight as an arrow
Take a walk
And you‘ll find it too narrow
Too narrow for the likes of me

Who’s that hanging from the gallow tree
His eyes are hollow but he looks like me
Who’s that swinging from the gallow tree
Up jumped the Devil and took my soul from me

Down we go Down we go Down we go
The Devil and me Down we go down down down
Hell fire and flames Down we go Down we go
To Eternity Down we go We go down down down
Down we go we go down down down
Down we go the Devil and me to Eternity
We go down down down down down ad inferno

Radiohead - Videotape

When I'm at the pearly gates
This will be on my videotape, my videotape
Mephistopheles is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me

This is one for the good days
And I have it all here
In red, blue, green
In red, blue, green

You are my center
When I spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape

This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
So I'm talking to you before
No matter what happens now
You shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been
The most perfect day I've ever seen

Depeche Mode - A Question of Time [7" remix]

I've got to get to you first
Before they do
It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
I've got to get to you first
It's just a question of time

Well now you're only fifteen
And you look good
I'll take you under my wing
Somebody should
They've persuasive ways
And you'll believe what they say
It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long until you'll do
Exactly what they want you to

I can see them now
Hanging around
To mess you up
To strip you down
And have their fun
With my little one

It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long until you'll do
Exactly what they want you to

Sometimes I don't blame them
For wanting you
You look good
And they need something to do
Until I look at you
And then I condemn them
I know my kind
What goes on in our minds

It's just a question of time
It should be better
It's just a question of time
It should be better with you
It's just a question of time