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  • rustoffa
    ROTH ARMY SUPREME
    • Jan 2004
    • 8943

    #61
    STARFUCKER
    (M. Jagger/K. Richards)

    Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
    Way back to New York City
    Where you do belong
    Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses
    Legs wrapped around me tight
    If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
    I'm gonna make you scream all night

    Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
    I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
    With your can of tasty foam
    All those beat up friends of mine
    Got to get you in their books
    Lead guitars and movie stars
    Get their tongues beneath your hood

    Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
    Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

    Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's
    Now that's what I call obscene
    Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute
    I bet you keep your pussy clean
    Honey, I miss your two tone kisses
    Legs wrapped around me tight
    If I ever get back to New York, girl
    Gonna make you scream all night

    Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
    Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

    Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
    For givin' head to Steve McQueen
    Yeah, you and me, we made a pretty pair
    Fallin' through the Silver Screen
    Honey, I'm open to anything
    I don't know where to draw the line
    Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get
    John Wayne before he dies

    Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
    Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
    Yes you are
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
    A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
    Starfucker starfucker, starfucker starfucker starfucker (yes you are)
    Starfucker starfucker, starfucker starfucker starfucker, yes you are, yes you are

    Oh-Yeah - Oh!
    Oh!
    Give us a kiss
    With a twist
    Ball me girl

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    • rustoffa
      ROTH ARMY SUPREME
      • Jan 2004
      • 8943

      #62
      stranded in the streets of san francisco
      a rust car pulled along side of me
      i looked behind the wheel
      and i started to squeal
      an idol's face was staring at me

      don't preach to me
      Mr. integrity

      sittin' shotgun,
      out of my brain
      our muffler draggin'
      through the art ghettos
      stepped on the gas
      gums started to flap
      punk rock manifestoes
      spittin', fumin',
      streets are filled with so much glass
      that i wanted to break
      eyes spinnin' 'round
      as my feet shook the ground
      like the san francisco earthquake

      don't preach to me
      Mr.. integrity
      don't preach to me
      Mr. integrity
      i'm not the enemy
      please don't preach to me
      Mr. integrity

      don't preach to me
      Mr.. integrity
      i'm not the enemy-- no
      please don't preach to me
      Mr.. integrity

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      • pete
        Crazy Ass Mofo
        • Jan 2004
        • 3325

        #63
        U2 Peace On Earth

        Heaven on Earth, we need it now
        I'm sick of all of this hanging around
        Sick of sorrow, sick of the pain
        I'm sick of hearing again and again
        That there's gonna be peace on Earth

        Where I grew up
        There weren't many trees
        Where there was, we'd tear them down
        And use them on our enemies

        They say that what you mock
        Will surely overtake you
        And you become a monster
        So the monster will not break you

        And it's already gone too far
        Who said that if you go in hard, you won't get hurt?

        Jesus, can you take the time
        To throw a drowning man a line?
        Peace on Earth
        Tell the ones who hear no sound
        Whose sons are living in the ground
        Peace on Earth
        No whos or whys
        No one cries, like a mother cries
        For peace on Earth
        She never got to say goodbye
        To see the colour in his eyes
        Now he's in the dirt
        Peace on Earth

        They're reading names out over the radio
        All the folks, the rest of us won't get to know
        Sean and Julia, Garreth, Ann and Breda
        Their lives are bigger than any big idea

        Jesus, can you take the time
        To throw a drowning man a line?
        Peace on Earth
        To tell the ones who hear no sound
        Whose sons are living in the ground
        Peace on Earth

        Jesus, in the song you wrote
        The words are sticking in my throat
        Peace on Earth
        Hear it every Christmas time
        But hope and history won't rhyme
        So, what's it worth?
        This peace on Earth

        Peace on Earth

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        • Jesus Christ
          Veteran
          • Jan 2004
          • 2428

          #64
          Originally posted by pete
          U2 Peace On Earth

          Heaven on Earth, we need it now
          I'm sick of all of this hanging around
          Sick of sorrow, sick of the pain
          I'm sick of hearing again and again
          That there's gonna be peace on Earth

          Where I grew up
          There weren't many trees
          Where there was, we'd tear them down
          And use them on our enemies

          They say that what you mock
          Will surely overtake you
          And you become a monster
          So the monster will not break you

          And it's already gone too far
          Who said that if you go in hard, you won't get hurt?

          Jesus, can you take the time
          To throw a drowning man a line?
          Peace on Earth
          Tell the ones who hear no sound
          Whose sons are living in the ground
          Peace on Earth
          No whos or whys
          No one cries, like a mother cries
          For peace on Earth
          She never got to say goodbye
          To see the colour in his eyes
          Now he's in the dirt
          Peace on Earth

          They're reading names out over the radio
          All the folks, the rest of us won't get to know
          Sean and Julia, Garreth, Ann and Breda
          Their lives are bigger than any big idea

          Jesus, can you take the time
          To throw a drowning man a line?
          Peace on Earth
          To tell the ones who hear no sound
          Whose sons are living in the ground
          Peace on Earth

          Jesus, in the song you wrote
          The words are sticking in my throat
          Peace on Earth
          Hear it every Christmas time
          But hope and history won't rhyme
          So, what's it worth?
          This peace on Earth

          Peace on Earth
          One of My favorites. And even Bono hath no idea what darkness would come unto the world when he wrote it

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          • rustoffa
            ROTH ARMY SUPREME
            • Jan 2004
            • 8943

            #65
            Cheap Trick....



            Have you seen her face
            She's got a face that would stop a clock
            And with that face I surely won't stop
            To look her in the eyes
            But her money's green
            She's a tease like a social disease
            But she's still so close to my reach
            If I call, if I call at all
            Any time at all
            Any time at all
            Any time at all
            Any time at all
            So the story goes
            I think I'll take her for a ride
            With this moneybag by my side
            A giggolo is the only way to go
            And So I show my face
            And I can even fake a smile
            But I'm laughing inside all the while
            This little girl
            She's a joke
            She's a joke
            She's a joke
            Any time at all
            Any time at all
            Any time at all
            Any time at all

            >>>He's a whore, (I'd do anything for money)
            >>>He's a whore, (Look at the things that I write)
            >>>He's a whore, (Ooo, The stories I can tell)
            HE'S A WHORE (IN THE MORNING, IN THE NIGHT)
            I'M A WHORE (HE'LL DO ANYTHING FOR MONEY)
            I'M A WHORE (LOOK AT THE CLOTHES THAT HE WEARS)
            I'M A WHORE (HE'LL DO ANYTHING FOR MONEY
            I'M A WHORE
            AND SO THE STORY GOES
            I THINK I'LL TAKE HER FOR A RIDE
            WITH THIS MONEYBAG BY MY SIDE
            A GIGGOLO IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO
            OOOOOHHHH
            WO WO-WO
            OOOO WOO
            OOOO OO OO OO

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            • Jesus Christ
              Veteran
              • Jan 2004
              • 2428

              #66
              I will stand in the truth
              And I'll not be swayed from loving You
              I'll not play in the game
              And drag thru the dirt the loveliest name above all
              Let me take my place, be counted among Your proclaimers

              I owe You everything
              And because I do these gifts I bring
              To Your feet I lay down
              Everything that I am, every thought every sound from my heart
              As I draw my breath I sing of who You are

              Son of Man
              And the beggar's friend
              You will take me in and heal my bleeding heart
              From the start
              Even now and to the end
              Son of God
              And the light You are
              You have shined upon this dark and weary soul
              And I am whole again

              I will hold onto You
              For I lack the strength to make it through
              Take my hand precious Lord
              For I understand that I can't afford my own way
              Let me take my place beside You I have Your assurance

              As I draw my breath I sing of who You are

              Son of Man
              And the beggar's friend
              You will take me in and heal my bleeding heart
              From the start
              Even now and to the end
              Son of God
              And the light You are
              You have shined upon this dark and weary soul
              And I am whole again

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              • Ally_Kat
                ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                • Jan 2004
                • 7608

                #67
                FREEBIRD!

                If I leave here tomorrow
                Would you still remember me?
                For I must be travelling on, now,
                ’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
                But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
                Things just couldn’t be the same.
                ’cause I’m as free as a bird now,
                And this bird you can not change.
                Lord knows, I can’t change.

                Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love.
                Though this feeling I can’t change.
                But please don’t take it badly,
                ’cause lord knows I’m to blame.
                But, if I stayed here with you girl,
                Things just couldn’t be the same.
                Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
                And this bird you’ll never change.
                And this bird you can not change.
                Lord knows, I can’t change.
                Lord help me, I can’t change.
                Roth Army Militia

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                • FORD
                  ROTH ARMY MODERATOR

                  • Jan 2004
                  • 58754

                  #68
                  Seems like a much shorter song without the guitar solo....
                  Eat Us And Smile

                  Cenk For America 2024!!

                  Justice Democrats


                  "If the American people had ever known the truth about what we (the BCE) have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - Poppy Bush, 1992

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                  • rustoffa
                    ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                    • Jan 2004
                    • 8943

                    #69
                    Originally posted by Ally_Kat
                    FREEBIRD!

                    If I leave here tomorrow
                    Would you still remember me?
                    For I must be travelling on, now,
                    ’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
                    But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
                    Things just couldn’t be the same.
                    ’cause I’m as free as a bird now,
                    And this bird you can not change.
                    Lord knows, I can’t change.

                    Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love.
                    Though this feeling I can’t change.
                    But please don’t take it badly,
                    ’cause lord knows I’m to blame.
                    But, if I stayed here with you girl,
                    Things just couldn’t be the same.
                    Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
                    And this bird you’ll never change.
                    And this bird you can not change.
                    Lord knows, I can’t change.
                    Lord help me, I can’t change.
                    "Play it pretty for Atlanta..."- RVZ, One more from the road.

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                    • rustoffa
                      ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                      • Jan 2004
                      • 8943

                      #70
                      The crowd without a face
                      Begins to fill the space
                      In the arena
                      Flashlights at his feet
                      The lion from the street
                      Awaits the Christians
                      A single strobe ignites the night

                      The smoke begins to rise
                      A sea of staring eyes
                      Gaze on the sunburst
                      His weapon at his side
                      He flashes it with pride
                      Before his legions
                      Fires begin to rage
                      And they engulf the stage
                      All right
                      Bring on the night

                      He's in complete control
                      He's stepping proud and bold
                      And everything he touches
                      Turns to gold
                      He's got girls by the score
                      He's got 'em screaming for more
                      But when they get too close
                      He bars the door

                      He makes his great escape
                      Leaves them in his wake
                      Without a warning
                      The ritual is done
                      A night no longer young
                      Fades into morning
                      The sun begins to rise
                      As he begins to close his eyes

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                      • pete
                        Crazy Ass Mofo
                        • Jan 2004
                        • 3325

                        #71
                        Originally posted by Jesus Christ
                        One of My favorites. And even Bono hath no idea what darkness would come unto the world when he wrote it
                        pretty wierd, after 09/11, Britney spears became irrelevant, and this album seemed like a gift from God, and the album was suddenly relevant. From the eery cover of them in the airport to that song.

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                        • rustoffa
                          ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                          • Jan 2004
                          • 8943

                          #72
                          Thin Lizzy

                          As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
                          I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
                          I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
                          I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya

                          Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da
                          What for my daddy-o
                          What for my daddy-o
                          There's whiskey in the jar-o

                          I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
                          I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
                          She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
                          But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy

                          Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da
                          What for my daddy-o
                          What for my daddy-o
                          There's whiskey in the jar-o

                          Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
                          Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
                          For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
                          I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels

                          Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da
                          What for my daddy-o
                          What for my daddy-o
                          There's whiskey in the jar-o

                          Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
                          And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
                          Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
                          But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

                          Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da
                          What for my daddy-o
                          What for my daddy-o
                          There's whiskey in the jar-o

                          And i got drunk on whiskey-o
                          And I love, i love, i love, i love, i love, i love my molly-o

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                          • lucky wilbury

                            #73
                            Cheatin'


                            New York City where it's cold as hell
                            And the streetlights shone in my blue room
                            I was thinking about the nights we spent
                            Back in Galveston beneath the Georgia moon
                            It was early and I'd had my share
                            I was countin' change for a cab ride back to bed
                            She looked to me through the cold night air
                            And thoughts of you kicked off inside my head
                            Well she was tall hair dark as midnight
                            She had a way just like you do
                            To make me feel just like a woman should
                            You can't call it cheatin'
                            Cause she reminds me of you...

                            Though I loved you and the trust we shared
                            Lord don't tell me that I've thrown it all away
                            A moment's weakness shouldn't change the fact
                            That I need you and there's nothing more to say
                            Lord she was tall hair dark as midnight
                            She had a way just like you do
                            To make me feel just like a woman should
                            You can't call it cheatin'
                            Cause she reminds me of you

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                            • lucky wilbury

                              #74
                              Keli Richards

                              She came to L.A. all the way from Boston town
                              She wound up on the screen where I saw her goin' down
                              Now I can't see you
                              I can't see you at all
                              No I don't know you
                              I don't know you at all

                              I bought her films, yeah I bought all her magazines
                              And I watched her every move until I saw her in my dreams
                              Now I can't stand it
                              See you caught from behind
                              No I don't know you
                              Girl you gotta be mine

                              Keli Richards come on...

                              Well I bought a gun, there's just one thing left to do
                              Now I can't make up my mind it comes down to me or you
                              Now I can't see you
                              I can't see you at all
                              No I don't know you
                              I don't know you at all
                              Keli Richards come on...

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                              • lucky wilbury

                                #75
                                I'LL BE YOU

                                If it's a temporary lull
                                why'm I bored right outta my skull?
                                Man, I'm dressin' sharp an' feelin' dull

                                Lonely, I guess that's where I'm from
                                If I was from Canada
                                then I'd best be called lonesome

                                And if it's just a game
                                Then I'll break down just in case
                                Oh yeah, we're runnin' in our last race

                                Well, I laughed half the way to Tokyo
                                I dreamt I was Surfer Joe
                                An' what that means, I don't know

                                A dream too tired to come true
                                Left a rebel without a clue
                                And I'm searching for somethin' to do

                                And if it's just a game
                                Then we'll hold hands just the same
                                So what, we're bleeding but we ain't cut

                                And I could purge my soul perhaps
                                For the imminent collapse
                                Oh yeah, I'll tell you what we could do
                                You be me for a while
                                I'll be you

                                A dream too tired to come true
                                Left a rebel without a clue
                                Won't you tell me what I should do?

                                And if it's just a lull
                                why'm I bored right outta my skull?
                                Oh yeah, keep me from feeling so dull

                                And if it's just a game
                                Then we'll break down just in case
                                Then again, I'll tell you what we could do
                                You be me for a while
                                You be me for a while
                                and I'll be you

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