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The Lyrics thread
Eliscu2:
KMFDM PROFESSIONAL KILLER
Conquer your world, study you quietly
Count the ways, I'll do anything you say
There will be no holding back legions of me
So cruel, longing eternally
Bittersweet possibility
A tiger on the attack, ready to bleed
Tragically yours, obey and submit to me
I will find you wherever you hide
Got a thrill for the hunt, a skilled criminal mind
So calm, tracking your every move
Unrelenting, my conscience clear
Beyond a shadow of doubt, a force to be feared
Wretched and pure, tricky and dangerous
Do not question or challenge your fate
A promise written in blood, take life for pay
Yours is not to ask why
Yours is to do and die
(Professional killer)
Yours is not to ask why
(Professional killer)
Yours is to do and die
Yours is not to ask why
Yours is to do and die
Yours is not to ask why
Yours is to do and die
(Professional killer)
Killer, professional killer
Yours is to do and die
Do and die, do and die
(Professional killer)
Yours is not to ask why
Killer, professional killer
Yours is to do and die
Do and die, do and die
Killer
Froderik:
Today was one where, lost in thought
I really feel I am
Losing not an ounce of what
You see in me, my lamb
If you're not with me tomorrow
That would be the worst
I'm glad I dreamed of what I dream of
Today a thing was burst
O all around
O all around
It's kept together moving all around
O all around
O all around
It's kept together moving all around
My brain it beams, it's here at all
and living, I must work
To make our lives here justified
And not let trouble lurk
Instead of seeing monkeys biting
I lay on the ground
While my hectic traveling partner
Wandered all around
O all around
O all around
It's kept together moving all around
O all around
O all around
It's kept together moving all around
O all around a left buttock
And all around a right
All around your every curve
I hope to go tonight
But only hold me, hold me
All the city's on me
And all their wish to scold me
And lay their hands upon me
So only hold me, hold me
And I'll return you, baby
I just need an evening
With someone nice to hide me
O all around
O all around
It's kept together moving all around
O all around
O all around
It's kept together moving all around
SEKTO:
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garden in the wind and the rain,
Wherever he goes the people all complain.
Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.
Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.
Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.
Several seasons with their treasons,
Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.
Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,
One man gathers what another man spills.
Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.
Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?
RTP2003:
Gov't Mule encored with this song last Saturday night in Oakland.
Well I'm goin' out west
Where the wind blows tall
'Cause Tony Franciosa
Used to date my ma
They got some money out there
They're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages
Lying in the sand
I ain't no extra baby
I'm a leading man
Well my parole officer
Would be proud of me
With my Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
My Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
Well I know karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
Well I don't lose my composure
In a high speed chase
Well my friends think I'm ugly
I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage
I can really drive em' dead
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal
Maybe just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal
Maybe just Rex
Well I know karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
I'm gonna drive all night
Hit some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun
To shine down on me
I cut a hole in my roof
The shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west
Where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west
Where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west
RTP2003:
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
In night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my
Water in my eye
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
You're stumbling a little
You're stumbling a little
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