On your feet you feel the beat, it goes straight to your spine,
Shake your head you must be dead if it don't make you fly,
Don't sweat it, get it back to you,
Overkill, Overkill, Overkill

Know your body's made to move, you feel it in your guts
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name if it don't make you strut,
Don't sweat it, get it back to you

In my judgment such of us who have never fallen victim to alcohol have been spared more by the absence of appetite than from any mental or moral superiority over those who have. The victims should be pittied and compassioned, just as the heirs or consumption and other diseases. Their falling should be treated as misfortune, and not as a crime, or ( Read more... )

 Today, a disabled amputee veteran who served in four wars, medal of honor recipient, purple heart, medal of valor and countless other merits of war, was found in a fred meyer bathroom wedged in between the toilet and the wall, pants around his ankles covered in shit and piss because someone had taken the handicap stall who wasnt handicap so he had ( Read more... )

 Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying?
After all am I not afraid of dying?
Don't I believe that there never is an end...

 Says it feels right this time
Turned it 'round and found the right line
“Good day to be alive, sir
Good day to be alive,” he says

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way...

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb ( Read more... )

I think I'll go out drinkin ( Read more... )

 I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck
I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck

I hate the way you look
(You make me sick)
I hate the way you talk
(I wanna punch you in the face)
I can't stand you at ( Read more... )

For six long years I've been in trouble ( Read more... )

Ever have one of those days where you just wanna fuckin floor it and drive your car into head on traffic?

There's a voice in my head. Everytime I think its gone,
It comes howlin back.
It calls my name and a I cant find my way home.
Get lost in the pines,
I calls it the black snake moan.

mmmmm....

Black snake all in my room,

mmmmm...

Black snake all in my ( Read more... )