urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:ihateihateihateihatepirmdiena4@inbox.lvihate2006-12-01T20:47:40Z2006-12-01T20:47:40Zurn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:ihate:51432006-12-01T22:47:002006-12-01T22:47:002006-12-01T20:47:40Z2006-12-01T20:47:40ZDo What You Want Music Lyrics<br />Bad Religion<br /><br />Hey do what you want, but don't do it around me.<br />Idleness and dissipation breed apathy.<br />I sit on my ass all goddamn day,<br />A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to<br />Say what you must, do all you can,<br />Break all the fucking rules and<br />Go to Hell with Superman and<br />Die like a champion, yeah hey!<br /><br />Hey I don't know if the billions will survive,<br />But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5.<br />My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core.<br />I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door.<br />So do what you must, do all you can,<br />Break all the fucking rules and<br />Go to Hell with Superman and<br />Die like a champion, yeah hey!<br /><br />Songname: Los Angeles Is Burning <br />Album: The Empire Strikes First<br /> <br />Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue<br />St. Anne's skirts are billowing<br />But down here in the city of limelights<br />The fans of Santa Anna are withering<br />And you can’t deny that living is easy<br />If you never look behind the scenery<br />it's showtime for dry climes<br />And bedlam is dreaming of rain<br />When the hills of Los Angeles are burning<br />Palm trees are candles in the murder wind<br />So many lives on the breeze<br />Even the stars are ill at ease<br />And Los Angeles is burning<br />This is not a test<br />Of the emergency broadcast system<br />When Malibu fires and radio towers<br />Conspire to dance again<br />And I cannot believe the media Mecca<br />They're only trying to peddle reality<br />Catch it on prime time, story at nine<br />The whole world is going insane<br />When the hills of Los Angeles are burning<br />Palm trees are candles in the murder wind<br />So many lives on the breeze<br />Even the stars are ill at ease<br />And Los Angeles is burning<br />A placard reads<br />"The end of days"<br />Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze<br />More a question than a curse<br />How could hell be any worse?<br />The flames are stunning<br />The camera's running<br />So take warning<br />When the hills of Los Angeles are burning<br />Palm trees are candles in the murder wind<br />So many lives on the breeze<br />Even the stars are ill at ease<br />And Los Angeles is burning <br />Songname: Atomic Garden <br />Album: Atomic Garden (Vinyl)<br /> <br />everybody wants do dance in a playpen,<br />but nobody wants to play in my garden.<br />I see the hippies on an angry line,<br />guess they don't get my meaning,<br />I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms,<br />I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend,<br />I like the Forth of July,<br />when bombs start flashing,<br />and I wish I had a shiny red top,<br />a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up,<br />or maybe something bigger that could really go pop! <br />so I could make the gardening stop <br />come out to play, come out to play,<br />and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day<br />in my atomic garden<br />all my scientists are working on a deadline,<br />so my psychologist is working day and nighttime,<br />they say they know what's best for me,<br />but they don't know what they're doing,<br />and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev,<br />'cause I'd wiggle all night,<br />like jelly in a pot,<br />at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot,<br />and a party that will never stop,<br />I hope there's nothing wrong out there,<br />I'm watching from my room inside my room