C.W. McCall lyrics
C.W. McCall lyrics
"Comin' Back For More lyrics"
Way Of The World lyrics
If you take the tears from crying eyes Will the hurt just disappear Put a weapon in the hand of a frightened man Will he show no fear So we stand and we watch while the city lights go out one by one Mother Nature sits on the other side with a loaded gun Why is there blue sky Why is there red sky Now's the time to ask the reason Should the blue sky Meet the red sky Should the rules have to change at all We all kno
If you take the tears from crying eyes Will the hurt just disappear Put a weapon in the hand of a frightened man Will he show no fear So we stand and we watch while the city lights go out one by one Mother Nature sits on the other side with a loaded gun Why is there blue sky Why is there red sky Now's the time to ask the reason Should the blue sky Meet the red sky Should the rules have to change at all We all kno
'Way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
And the wind blows cold all day
There's a little pile a' stones
On a little pile a' bones
That's a-what the archaeologists say
But the folks in Lake City
Well, they sing a different ditty
It would like to make your hair turn gray
Now, it's kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take Slumgullion Pass
And don't stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to Al's Caf??
It was the genuine, original
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin' digital caf??
It was Al Packer's Legendary
Coronary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark night
You gonna see a weird light
Up on Cannibal Plateau,
A-List Actress lyrics
Roll film Sweat out heart Perfect for the part Part of me for all to see I've blocked this scene In everynight's dream Camera cuts to close up A-list actress Messing up my line Every time Beautiful moves around There's a crew of cameras outside They want a simple reason why A headline Inching up the drive Can you imagine a better Line (Life) Life? Sweat out heart
they say
Roll film Sweat out heart Perfect for the part Part of me for all to see I've blocked this scene In everynight's dream Camera cuts to close up A-list actress Messing up my line Every time Beautiful moves around There's a crew of cameras outside They want a simple reason why A headline Inching up the drive Can you imagine a better Line (Life) Life? Sweat out heart
It's a scrub oak fire
Like a funeral pyre
Old Packer's been a-cookin' all day
A-when the coyotes howl
And the cougar's on the prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary prey
Nah, they're waitin' for bones
In a pile a' hot stones
At old Al Packer's Caf??
[Chorus]
Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
Al's Cafe
Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
(Old Al Packer
Was a real bone-cracker
Got lost in a blizzard one day )
When the boys went to get 'im
Old Al just et 'em
And he buried all the bones in the clay
Now you know them fellas
Wasn't toasted marshmellas
And they didn't fall asleep in the hay
But it had been a hard winter
So he had 'em all for dinner
And they didn't
Falling Apart lyrics
Written by zebrahead Stutter step through another trap set by deception Mention rejection Always lies in your eyes Settles in your action Jeopardize everything that I want And I won't compromise anything anymore In any way victimize myself any more Liberty Manipulations on my mind Expectations well defined Frustrate me Liberate me Cause everything's falling apart You
find their boots until May
Written by zebrahead Stutter step through another trap set by deception Mention rejection Always lies in your eyes Settles in your action Jeopardize everything that I want And I won't compromise anything anymore In any way victimize myself any more Liberty Manipulations on my mind Expectations well defined Frustrate me Liberate me Cause everything's falling apart You
Well, the folks in Lake City
Showed very little pity
So they sentenced him to hang next day
But before they could noose 'im
Old Al got loose an'
He's a-lookin' for you, today
Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Chip Davis.]
[Chorus]
Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
Al's Cafe
Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
(Now 'way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play )
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
And the wind blows cold all day
There's a little pile a' stones
On a little pile a' bones
That's a-what the archaeologists say
But the folks in Lake City
Well, they sing a different ditty
It would like to make your ha
Paranoia lyrics
[Mad Child] Sometimes I smash the wall when I'm alone in my room I'm an abusive reclusive like Dr. Doom Parts of darkness descend and consume me You wont believe the gloomy thoughts that run through me I'm proof ? if you spend the night Leave the next day like "I don't think his heads on right" Try to talk to myself but I don't listen I've got split personalities and competition And which ones
ir turn gray
[Mad Child] Sometimes I smash the wall when I'm alone in my room I'm an abusive reclusive like Dr. Doom Parts of darkness descend and consume me You wont believe the gloomy thoughts that run through me I'm proof ? if you spend the night Leave the next day like "I don't think his heads on right" Try to talk to myself but I don't listen I've got split personalities and competition And which ones
Now, it's kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take Slumgullion Pass
And don't stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to Al's Caf??
It was the genuine, original
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin' digital caf??
It was Al Packer's Legendary
Culinary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark night
You're gonna see a weird light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha [Chip again.]
It's a scrub oak fire
Like a funeral pyre
Old Packer's been a-cookin' all day
And when the coyotes howl
And the cougar's on the prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it's Chip.]
Nah, they're waitin' for bones
In a pile a' hot stones
At old Al Packer's Cafe Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?]