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Rough And Ready - Trace Adkins

"Mudgrips - white-tip Cigar stickin' out of my face Earnhardt racing sticker on the window Banged up fender 4x4 - straight pipe roar Primer and rust all over the door Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle White"

Which Way Is Out - Razorlight

"This party isn't working, oh no Yeah we need to find days like we used to Living off a shoe string Never, never knew what the night would bring Now you look like you've been up for days People walk in Then"

Mask - Bauhaus

"The man of shadows thinks in clay dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day he's seen in iron environments with plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes from the growth underneath the closed mouth"

Bela lugosi's dead - Bauhaus

"White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead"

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Nouvelle Vague

"White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines The black box Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's"

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Opera IX

"(by Bauhaus) White on white translucent black capes back on the rack. Bela Lugosi's dead. The bats have left the bell tower, the victims have been bled, red velvet lines the black box. Bela Lugosi's"

I Raq And Roll - Clint Black

"Clint Black & Hayden Nicholas You can wave your signs in protest Against America taking stands The stands America's taken Are the reason that you can. If everyone would go for peace There'd be no need"

Bela lugosi's dead - XIII.stolet

"White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead"

Infect - Angelspit

"Teeth nailing Their own tongues Anger rising up in torn lungs Rack, shackled in torture Severed veins reach up In rapture Crawl into Nightfall Fetuses in Plastic walls Black tempest The snake Madly scraping Back"

Johnny has gone for a soldier - Pete Seeger

"Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill, Here I sit and cry my fill, And my tears could turn a mill, Johnny has gone for a soldier. Chorus Shule, shule, shule agrah, Me oh my, I loved him so, But only time will"

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