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Ugly Kid Joe-Texte Part I
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"As ugly as they wanna be":
1. Madman
2. Whiplash Liquor
3. Too bad
4. Everything about you
5. Funky fresh country club
6. Heavy Metal (höhö)
- "Madman"
Disneyland is the place to be, c'mon baby, just you and me;
Hand in hand, to Disneyland, we go! Not Slow;
Happiest place, in the world until a madman grabs a girl;
Hand in hand, with the madman, she goes! Oh oh!
Chorus:
Knife gleamin', no feelin's, axe weildin', child sealin',
Madman is loose... in Disneyland. (in Disneyland)
Come here little girl if you wanna see, Peter Pan's Magic Flight on L.S.D.
Up and down, all around, we go! Whoa oh!
repeat chorus
Madman is loose in Disneyland; He's back here by popular demand;
Madman is loose in Disneyland; He'll take no shit but he'll take your head!
Surprise, Surprise, I'm comin' at ya' life;
I sure as hell ain't Mickey Mouse, I'm a killer in disguise
You can run and you can hide;
But you ain't get away 'cause I got you in my sight;
Axe weildin', child stealin';
I'm a mad motherfuckin' man and I'm loose!... in Disneyland!
Have you heard the news, madman sure is loose,
Got you by the noose, have his way with you;
Nothin' you can do, headline in the news,
madman sure is loose in Disneyland.
Disneyland is the place to be, in California, by the sea;
Sunny day, A.O.K., for now, and how;
repeat chorus
- "Whiplash Liquor"
Surburban white alcoholic trash,
we ain't glam and we ain't thrash,
we're victims of a society,
that fucks with me about sobriety,
they say don't drink this and don't drink that,
'cause it does a little more than just make you fat,
it's a serious disease that you learn about in school,
and if your dad's an alcoholic you'll be one too.
Mom and dad don't have a clue
the one-fifty-one is now eighty proof
and all the times I borrowed the car
not as a ride but as a shitface bar
Chorus:
Fuck yeah! I got te venom in my veins,
God damn! This shit is drivin' me insaine,
Boo ya! I ain't ever gonna' be the same,
Whiplash Liquor, sure it's quicker/makes you sicker
It's the best!
Weekend comes and my parents are gone,
it's time to party once I mow the lawn,
havin' fun ain't that a fact,
it's rock 'n' roll in th cul-de-sac!
Invite everyone and your neighbors too,
It's gonna be a wacked out rock 'n' roll zoo,
but don't be blabbin' it around my mother,
but invite everyone and ya' skate rat brother.
Repeat chorus
- "Too bad"
Too many times I've seen your kind
washed upon the shore
Too many times you locked me out
Johnny knocking, knocking at your door
You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
But your holding on too tight
pre-chorus:
And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide
chorus:
Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad, Johnny
what you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad, Johnny
now your time is through
So many highs and lows right now
What are we to do
You know we're trying so damn hard
Johnny just try and talk to you
You're swimming in an ocean
it's so black and cold
I feel you got the notion
and it's eating at your soul
repeat pre-chorus
repeat chorus
She said, she knew the answer
He was falling - A falling faster
round and round and round - no where to go
someone had to help the boy
he said no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
So many mixed emotions
and they're driving you insaine
A grip on some reality
silence quiet on your window pain.
You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
but you're holding on too tight.
repeat pre-chorus
repeat chorus
- "Everything about you"
I, hate the rain and sunny weather,
and I, hate the beach and mountains too;
and I don't like a thing about the city, no, no
and I, I, I, hate the country side too!
and I hate everything about you!
...everything about you!
I, don't like a thing about your mother,
and I, I hate your daddy's guts too,
I, don't like a thing about your sister,
'cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.
chorus:
and I, get sick when I'm around, I, can't stand to be around,
I, hate everything about you!
everything about you, everything about you, everything about you!
Some say I got a bad attitude,
but that don't change the way I feel about you,
and if you think this might be bringing me down,
look again 'cause I ain't wearin' no frown!
I don't really care about your sister
Fuck the little bitch 'cause I already kissed her
One thing that I did to your lady
I put her on the bed and she didn't say maybe
I know you know everybody knows
the way it comes, the way it's gonna go
You think it's sad,
And that's too bad,
'Cause I'm havin'
A ball hatin'
Every little thing about you!
Everything about you, everything about
I get sick when I'm around
I can't stand to be around
I hate everything about you!
- "Funky Fresh country club"
Funky Fresh tunes
and you're walking down the street
and you're trying to find that girl
that you really want to meet
You're flying past the reef
and you're drinking shrunking heads
you wake up in the morning
and you wish that you were dead
pre-chorus:
As you stagger home
in the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
is the sight of your arrest
chorus:
Jail cell - living hell
chains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine
Now the country club is cold
and the country club is mean
th attendants at the country club
ain't something to be seen
If you're messing with my girl
you're messing with your life
'cause I'm gonna cut you
with a big, big knife,
you bet your fuckin' life!
repeat pre-chorus
repeat chorus
I wanna tell you a story baby
I hope you wanna hear
I wanna tell you a story baby
I hope you wanna hear
Going downtown in th back of a car
some motha'fucka' left the door ajar
Remember what your parents said
be home by eight and in your bed
repeat pre-chorus
repeat chorus
- "Heavy Metal"
Heavy... METAL....
Uarg, Yeah
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhrrrg
by Drizzt of tnb