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Dec. 1st, 2006|10:47 pm |
Do What You Want Music Lyrics Bad Religion
Hey do what you want, but don't do it around me. Idleness and dissipation breed apathy. I sit on my ass all goddamn day, A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can, Break all the fucking rules and Go to Hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey!
Hey I don't know if the billions will survive, But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5. My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core. I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door. So do what you must, do all you can, Break all the fucking rules and Go to Hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey!
Songname: Los Angeles Is Burning Album: The Empire Strikes First Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of limelights The fans of Santa Anna are withering And you can’t deny that living is easy If you never look behind the scenery it's showtime for dry climes And bedlam is dreaming of rain When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning This is not a test Of the emergency broadcast system When Malibu fires and radio towers Conspire to dance again And I cannot believe the media Mecca They're only trying to peddle reality Catch it on prime time, story at nine The whole world is going insane When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning A placard reads "The end of days" Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze More a question than a curse How could hell be any worse? The flames are stunning The camera's running So take warning When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning Songname: Atomic Garden Album: Atomic Garden (Vinyl) everybody wants do dance in a playpen, but nobody wants to play in my garden. I see the hippies on an angry line, guess they don't get my meaning, I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms, I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend, I like the Forth of July, when bombs start flashing, and I wish I had a shiny red top, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up, or maybe something bigger that could really go pop! so I could make the gardening stop come out to play, come out to play, and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day in my atomic garden all my scientists are working on a deadline, so my psychologist is working day and nighttime, they say they know what's best for me, but they don't know what they're doing, and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev, 'cause I'd wiggle all night, like jelly in a pot, at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot, and a party that will never stop, I hope there's nothing wrong out there, I'm watching from my room inside my room |
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