Songs for psychopaths?
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The Living Force
JEANNY...FALCO
The song is about a relationship between a man and a girl named Jeanny. At the time, when it reached number one, critics said that the song glorifies rape. German TV and radio personality Thomas Gottschalk made various negative remarks and called the song "rubbish". An outcry in German language markets caused the song to be banned by some radio broadcasters or played with a preceding warning by others. Typically, the scandal only helped to increase the sales of the single.
The song is sung in a slightly unhinged voice, but the lyrics don't actually contain any direct reference to the act of rape or abduction. It is left to the listener's imagination. Falco argued that it is about the musings of a stalker.
The part of the Newsflash in the track is spoken by a German newsreader; The newsflash has obvious parallels to the case in the song, but doesn't explicitly mention the girl's name.
Even the back of the first text-Jeanny Part-I singles contained in addition to a comparison with "A bed in the corn field" and the controversy also occurred there a clear statement that Jeanny should be a trilogy.
[edit]Boycott
Several feminist associations called for a boycott of the song. Some TV and radio stations in West Germany agreed and didn't play the song "for ethical reasons", while others just played it on their charts shows. In East Germany the song was not on air and playing it in dance clubs was prohibited.
There were also demands to prohibit the song in West Germany, but officials denied the application in April 1986. This angered Dieter Kronzucker, the news anchorman of the Western German public TV station (whose two teenage daughters had been kidnapped along with their cousin and were held captive during several weeks before being released), and he talked about it in the daily news TV show Heute Journal. Following this, further radio stations followed the boycott. In the German federal state of Hessen the song was aired accompanied by a warning. In the popular music show Formel Eins cutscenes were aired, as long as the song topped the charts.
[edit]Chart performance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5orRy7ANN50&feature=related
The song is about a relationship between a man and a girl named Jeanny. At the time, when it reached number one, critics said that the song glorifies rape. German TV and radio personality Thomas Gottschalk made various negative remarks and called the song "rubbish". An outcry in German language markets caused the song to be banned by some radio broadcasters or played with a preceding warning by others. Typically, the scandal only helped to increase the sales of the single.
The song is sung in a slightly unhinged voice, but the lyrics don't actually contain any direct reference to the act of rape or abduction. It is left to the listener's imagination. Falco argued that it is about the musings of a stalker.
The part of the Newsflash in the track is spoken by a German newsreader; The newsflash has obvious parallels to the case in the song, but doesn't explicitly mention the girl's name.
Even the back of the first text-Jeanny Part-I singles contained in addition to a comparison with "A bed in the corn field" and the controversy also occurred there a clear statement that Jeanny should be a trilogy.
[edit]Boycott
Several feminist associations called for a boycott of the song. Some TV and radio stations in West Germany agreed and didn't play the song "for ethical reasons", while others just played it on their charts shows. In East Germany the song was not on air and playing it in dance clubs was prohibited.
There were also demands to prohibit the song in West Germany, but officials denied the application in April 1986. This angered Dieter Kronzucker, the news anchorman of the Western German public TV station (whose two teenage daughters had been kidnapped along with their cousin and were held captive during several weeks before being released), and he talked about it in the daily news TV show Heute Journal. Following this, further radio stations followed the boycott. In the German federal state of Hessen the song was aired accompanied by a warning. In the popular music show Formel Eins cutscenes were aired, as long as the song topped the charts.
[edit]Chart performance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5orRy7ANN50&feature=related
Roy Rogers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJurH2LG1XI&feature=related
hey joe
_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjmAHZ0wTAs&feature=endscreen&NR=1
Paint it Black
_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InRDF_0lfHk
we will rock you QUEEN
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGaOlfmX8rQ
Attachments
Knobbingham
The Force is Strong With This One
Prodigy (of Mobb Deep) - Black Devil
The original
Evil bastard, cutthroat warmonger,
Backstabber, betray your own mother
You double tongue, double talk cause you two face-ded
You triple 6 with a hiss like Satan
No good snake, you only speak lies,
Slime bucket, scum of the universe - your eyes
Reveal that you have no soul and expose your true colors
I SEE YOU
From 3 million miles away
Yeah, you's a sneaky motherf****** but you can't fool me
You not my bro, you not my sis
The devil doesn't have a skin color or complexion, so
You not my brother you not my sister,
Yeah, your skin might be brown
But I know that you down
With about two billion demons
Listen, stay the f*** away from me
Or get killed for treason against the most high
You might got these other people scared of you
But that s*** don't fly
Over here we laugh at you
But it's not a joke, cause people need to know
...about the black devil
The real outcast, your time is up,
It's not the end of the world, it's the Age of Aquarius
Yous a deciever
You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze
Yous a shapeshifter
I don't care if you the pope, the president or prime minister
King or queen, prince or princess
You just fronting for the public then you fronting for the press
But behind closed doors, what really goes on is
Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic,
Masochistic, some real sick s***
The most wicked there is that ever lived
Under the sun, the infamous daywalker,
The movie Blade just metaphorical, yes
The greatest trick that the Devil ever pulled is
Convincing the world the Devil don't exist
People have no clue
They looking for a red man with a pitchfork
But that's just not true
Some say it's the white man, but yo
I'm here to let you know, you ain't know
...about the black devil
Knowledge, equality of all people
Even though, physically, we not all equal
Erase the racism
The only thing I see
When I look at a person is good and evil
But "the black man is God!"
Yeah that s*** sounds good
But that s*** don't apply when you tryin to get a job
This is real world music, reality rap
We spent too many years on that fantasy crap
It's time we deal with the facts
And the fact is
You not better than somebody
'Cause the color of your skin
I did three years in prison
And the white boys show me more love
Than any of my so-called n****s
So you can go and booth your doctrine
The only thing that matters is you
Negative or positive and
You can go to hell, even
Where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind
People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb
Which proves you won the battle but the war not done
You might got these other people fooled
But you can't fool we, cause we know
...that you a black devil
The original
Evil bastard, cutthroat warmonger,
Backstabber, betray your own mother
You double tongue, double talk cause you two face-ded
You triple 6 with a hiss like Satan
No good snake, you only speak lies,
Slime bucket, scum of the universe - your eyes
Reveal that you have no soul and expose your true colors
I SEE YOU
From 3 million miles away
Yeah, you's a sneaky motherf****** but you can't fool me
You not my bro, you not my sis
The devil doesn't have a skin color or complexion, so
You not my brother you not my sister,
Yeah, your skin might be brown
But I know that you down
With about two billion demons
Listen, stay the f*** away from me
Or get killed for treason against the most high
You might got these other people scared of you
But that s*** don't fly
Over here we laugh at you
But it's not a joke, cause people need to know
...about the black devil
The real outcast, your time is up,
It's not the end of the world, it's the Age of Aquarius
Yous a deciever
You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze
Yous a shapeshifter
I don't care if you the pope, the president or prime minister
King or queen, prince or princess
You just fronting for the public then you fronting for the press
But behind closed doors, what really goes on is
Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic,
Masochistic, some real sick s***
The most wicked there is that ever lived
Under the sun, the infamous daywalker,
The movie Blade just metaphorical, yes
The greatest trick that the Devil ever pulled is
Convincing the world the Devil don't exist
People have no clue
They looking for a red man with a pitchfork
But that's just not true
Some say it's the white man, but yo
I'm here to let you know, you ain't know
...about the black devil
Knowledge, equality of all people
Even though, physically, we not all equal
Erase the racism
The only thing I see
When I look at a person is good and evil
But "the black man is God!"
Yeah that s*** sounds good
But that s*** don't apply when you tryin to get a job
This is real world music, reality rap
We spent too many years on that fantasy crap
It's time we deal with the facts
And the fact is
You not better than somebody
'Cause the color of your skin
I did three years in prison
And the white boys show me more love
Than any of my so-called n****s
So you can go and booth your doctrine
The only thing that matters is you
Negative or positive and
You can go to hell, even
Where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind
People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb
Which proves you won the battle but the war not done
You might got these other people fooled
But you can't fool we, cause we know
...that you a black devil
tstrobaugh
A Disturbance in the Force
Songs for Psychopaths, or songs about Psychopaths? I think the songs are for empaths, usually about the experience they have had with Psychopaths.
The Zombies - She's Not There Lyrics
Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
------ electric piano ------
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
The Zombies - She's Not There Lyrics
Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
------ electric piano ------
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
truth seeker
The Living Force
ScarletBegonias
Dagobah Resident
Yeah this was brought up early in the thread, here: http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php/topic,24474.msg280333.html#msg280333tstrobaugh said:
I intended it to mean "songs written for psychopaths" but shortened the title and can't remember why. However, I think it's a bit presumptuous to think that empaths would've written them. Welcome to the forum, btw!
Midnight Rambler -Rolling Stones ( some of the words used are reportedly quotes by the Boston Strangler, Albert DeSalvo).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92lHgxYLpfg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92lHgxYLpfg
D
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Guest
I have a good one for our fellow psychos.
One Winged Angel by Nobuo Uematsu
That is the song playing during Final Fantasy VII's final battle with the infamous Sephiroth.
Here is the English translation from the original language (Romaji).
[CHORUS]
Burning inside
with violent anger,
Burning inside
with violent anger,
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Fate - monstrous
and empty,
Fate - monstrous
and empty,
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Come, come, O come,
do not let me die
Come, come, O come,
do not let me die
[REPEAT VERSE]
Come, come, O come, (Glorious)
do not let me die (Noble)
Come, come, O come, (Glorious)
do not let me die (Noble)
[REPEAT VERSE]
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
One Winged Angel by Nobuo Uematsu
That is the song playing during Final Fantasy VII's final battle with the infamous Sephiroth.
Here is the English translation from the original language (Romaji).
[CHORUS]
Burning inside
with violent anger,
Burning inside
with violent anger,
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Fate - monstrous
and empty,
Fate - monstrous
and empty,
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Come, come, O come,
do not let me die
Come, come, O come,
do not let me die
[REPEAT VERSE]
Come, come, O come, (Glorious)
do not let me die (Noble)
Come, come, O come, (Glorious)
do not let me die (Noble)
[REPEAT VERSE]
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
celestialvisionz
Padawan Learner
This is by sole''plutonium''
talking about the negatives of the world-
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal,
soon they'll be happy and very safe;
if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off.
if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be no umbilical
cord. isn't it pitiful? at our pinnical,
they make it sound so pinnocchio.
that's how i know it's so dumb, it could even write its own article.
give me a break, the great big break that breaks your back
and chews my fingers off
'til it's safe to laugh again, or at them.
put the coals back in my eyes again,
and away from the fire that burns out our loved ones
and takes its toll out on me.
'cause good luck is always keeping minutes
we gotta stay in play, so don't run out of tokens.
plus the machine needs warm bodies.
plug the pipes if you still got skulls;
if there's time to muddy the hands
then there's time to study the flow of the
blood in the lay of the land
running off and eroding our relatives
with red, white, and blue christmas lights
in the greatest kingdom. i say it's a crop and i'm a lousy meal,
a lousy liar amongst so many bad actresses
and not enough stimuli left to light an oven pilot.
so how can i not be negative?
my own cliche, my would-be peers
more caught up with image than speaking than truth,
and if that's the only truth you can come
up with, go fake some bravery
like the rented camaraderie in the human lottery.
whatever year it is, i'm still sick.
can't hate the sky for being gray
or the bad poem that we live out every day.
twenty minutes outside the city, or fifteen years from over the hill,
with enough time to kill braincells to fry;
you all gonna fry with me.
it must be, you all gonna fry with me...
We who die in more flying accidents than firefights;
no cure of the overkill.
Forty year-old women with cakes and carriages singing bible hymns
ain't fixing anything; get your picket signs,
go on strike, get a five cent raise; your a champion. now
they're making model citizens out of your children,
mapping personal growth through frivolousness; so seperated,
yet drugged up to nowhereland. even love feels artificial;
happiness, my loaded pistol.
in the '20s, i'da been a socialist in a colorado coal mine,
but it's 2000-something and the rats love their mazes.
it's all so ethnospecific and opinionated,
divided we take our antidepressants and make our appointments,
let the dolphins die, but who's gonna save the humans?
i've been to a million cities and they're all the same:
people laugh and talk the same,
girls all flirt the same, employees all dream the same.
love your grid and your comfort zone,
look out for the white-girl suicide bombers,
look out for your time or your piece of mind
or entertainment above the fifth grade level.
stay ignorant and easily corralled through conservative reforms
'til we're broke from the half-measures,
taxed to the teeth to fund the caste system.
living it up for our stereotypes
and i know nothing, but at least i know;
while they vote green and drink their espressos,
discussing film festivals, all as a write-off. off with your head;
body loves the dirty work,
love your job, but it will never love you like an automobile,
fetuses, peoples, and angels hang the same on the mobile.
if it wasn't for the blindfold, you'd ask,
"what am i looking for, living for, breathing for?"
"who's them? not i, but it must be the plutonium in me
talking about the negatives of the world-
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal,
soon they'll be happy and very safe;
if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off.
if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be no umbilical
cord. isn't it pitiful? at our pinnical,
they make it sound so pinnocchio.
that's how i know it's so dumb, it could even write its own article.
give me a break, the great big break that breaks your back
and chews my fingers off
'til it's safe to laugh again, or at them.
put the coals back in my eyes again,
and away from the fire that burns out our loved ones
and takes its toll out on me.
'cause good luck is always keeping minutes
we gotta stay in play, so don't run out of tokens.
plus the machine needs warm bodies.
plug the pipes if you still got skulls;
if there's time to muddy the hands
then there's time to study the flow of the
blood in the lay of the land
running off and eroding our relatives
with red, white, and blue christmas lights
in the greatest kingdom. i say it's a crop and i'm a lousy meal,
a lousy liar amongst so many bad actresses
and not enough stimuli left to light an oven pilot.
so how can i not be negative?
my own cliche, my would-be peers
more caught up with image than speaking than truth,
and if that's the only truth you can come
up with, go fake some bravery
like the rented camaraderie in the human lottery.
whatever year it is, i'm still sick.
can't hate the sky for being gray
or the bad poem that we live out every day.
twenty minutes outside the city, or fifteen years from over the hill,
with enough time to kill braincells to fry;
you all gonna fry with me.
it must be, you all gonna fry with me...
We who die in more flying accidents than firefights;
no cure of the overkill.
Forty year-old women with cakes and carriages singing bible hymns
ain't fixing anything; get your picket signs,
go on strike, get a five cent raise; your a champion. now
they're making model citizens out of your children,
mapping personal growth through frivolousness; so seperated,
yet drugged up to nowhereland. even love feels artificial;
happiness, my loaded pistol.
in the '20s, i'da been a socialist in a colorado coal mine,
but it's 2000-something and the rats love their mazes.
it's all so ethnospecific and opinionated,
divided we take our antidepressants and make our appointments,
let the dolphins die, but who's gonna save the humans?
i've been to a million cities and they're all the same:
people laugh and talk the same,
girls all flirt the same, employees all dream the same.
love your grid and your comfort zone,
look out for the white-girl suicide bombers,
look out for your time or your piece of mind
or entertainment above the fifth grade level.
stay ignorant and easily corralled through conservative reforms
'til we're broke from the half-measures,
taxed to the teeth to fund the caste system.
living it up for our stereotypes
and i know nothing, but at least i know;
while they vote green and drink their espressos,
discussing film festivals, all as a write-off. off with your head;
body loves the dirty work,
love your job, but it will never love you like an automobile,
fetuses, peoples, and angels hang the same on the mobile.
if it wasn't for the blindfold, you'd ask,
"what am i looking for, living for, breathing for?"
"who's them? not i, but it must be the plutonium in me
Timey
Jedi Master
Eminem - Superman
Mm.
You high baby?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Ha ha ha.
Talk to me.
You want me to tell you somethin'.
Uh huh.
I know what you wanna hear.
'Cause I know you want me baby
I think I want you too.
I think I love you baby.
I think I love you too.
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world.
Oh boy you drive me crazy.
***** you make me hurl.
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I'll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship, save it *****, babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' ****, girl you can jump on Shady's ****
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I'll tell the **********ing -jezebel- to her face
Play new games, say new names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ***, kiss my lips, ***** why ask?
Kiss my ****, hit my cash, I'd rather have you whip my ***
Don't put out? I'll put you out
Won't get out? I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' ****
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice
***** if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
[Chorus]
'Cause I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman
Don't get me wrong
I love these hoes
It's no secret
Everybody knows
Yeah we ****ed
***** so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that
Neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride
Between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just ****ed you
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Till then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
***** you make me hurl
First thing you said
I'm not phased,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me
Ooh yeah girl run that game
Hailie Jade. I love that name,
Love that tattoo, what's that say?
Rot in pieces' aw that's great
First off you don't know Marshall
At all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave hand prints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too.
I think I love you baby.
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world.
Oh boy you drive me crazy.
***** you make me hurl.
Mm.
You high baby?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Ha ha ha.
Talk to me.
You want me to tell you somethin'.
Uh huh.
I know what you wanna hear.
'Cause I know you want me baby
I think I want you too.
I think I love you baby.
I think I love you too.
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world.
Oh boy you drive me crazy.
***** you make me hurl.
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I'll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship, save it *****, babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' ****, girl you can jump on Shady's ****
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I'll tell the **********ing -jezebel- to her face
Play new games, say new names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ***, kiss my lips, ***** why ask?
Kiss my ****, hit my cash, I'd rather have you whip my ***
Don't put out? I'll put you out
Won't get out? I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' ****
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice
***** if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
[Chorus]
'Cause I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman
Don't get me wrong
I love these hoes
It's no secret
Everybody knows
Yeah we ****ed
***** so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that
Neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride
Between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just ****ed you
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Till then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
***** you make me hurl
First thing you said
I'm not phased,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me
Ooh yeah girl run that game
Hailie Jade. I love that name,
Love that tattoo, what's that say?
Rot in pieces' aw that's great
First off you don't know Marshall
At all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave hand prints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too.
I think I love you baby.
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world.
Oh boy you drive me crazy.
***** you make me hurl.
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Beautiful People by Marylin Manson.