Tankard Lyrics
Tankard Lyrics
"R.T.V. Lyrics"
The Ride Lyrics
[Verse 1] First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead
[Verse 1] First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead
Nine o'clock on channel six
Get the beer and get the chips
Death is live opon the screen
It's reality TV!
New disasters! Don't you miss
All the details - we'll be back right after this
Poisoned children just for you, perverts giving interviews
Rapists do it on the air, sponsored by cosmetic care
Television's your evil eye -
All Effort's Aim Lyrics
I can not believe what I see - What have I done All those years of chasin' a dream - I was so wrong But I won't go betrayin' myself - This is my new song...
cables sputing filthy crudI can not believe what I see - What have I done All those years of chasin' a dream - I was so wrong But I won't go betrayin' myself - This is my new song...
Television is a pig sty - wallowing in real life mud
Television's your evil eye - wanking off to sex and blood
On patrol with cameras
Gonna make some victims stars
TV vamps, for blood we thirst
Help that man, but shoot him first
Moving pictures full of pain
Voyeurism - wet your ass and fry your brain
Woman you get meaner every day and your naggin' is hard to stand So I'll pack my things and I'll be on my way cause it's time to bum again This house gets smaller with every
Interview the relatives, pay them cash for wet - hot tears
Television's your evil eye - cables sputing filthy crud
Television is a pig sty - wallowing in real life mud
Television's your evil eye - wanking off to sex and blood
Should there be a day of peace
We've our someth
Runaway Lyrics
Well back before Sally left her home. She helped her daddy work the farm. She spent her days and nights just bored out of her mind. It was the eye of the storm.
ing up to sleevesWell back before Sally left her home. She helped her daddy work the farm. She spent her days and nights just bored out of her mind. It was the eye of the storm.
Our "assistant" will commit
Any shit to land a hit
Want to be on live TV?
Send a postcard, we'll take care of it, you will see
Television's your evil eye - cables sputing filthy crud
Television is a pig sty - wallowing in real life mud
Television's your evil eye - wanking off to sex and blood