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Head - Nixons

"Lonely little girl on your island, won't you come to me I'm in a lonely little upstairs room without you Won't you come to me... Come on...Come on...Come on... Laugh about it, cry about it Wouldn't go"

Head - Static X

"you enveloped in your you enveloped in your you enveloped in your you enveloped in your head justify it in your justify it in your justify it in your justify it in your head head yet we speed i know what"

Head - Meat Puppets

"If I only can't decide The crystal eight ball's on the table Thanks for nothing Here's my only prayer Thin air Long ago The other night Far, far away As the head falls off the table Crashes to the floor"

Head - The Cooper Temple Clause

"You wanna leave it but you can't forget about it You wanna leave it but you can't forget about it You wanna leave it but you can't forget about it You wanna leave it but you can't forget about it It's"

Head - Bile

"Screaming in horror, deafening in hate. Bleeding with fear, writhing in pain. Retribution. Vindication. MY BRAIN IS POUNDING! MY BRAIN IS POUNDING! MY BRAIN IS POUNDING! MY BRAIN! Dying slow, wash"

Claustrophobia - Pistol Grip

"City streets melting under solar powered heat All the kids and the minorities just trying to keep a beat I'm going downtown cops have got me on the ground Won't somebody help me cause my head is spinning"

P.O.W. - Pistol Grip

"I prayed everday while I was stuck in this hole But no god ever came to save my soul I was conflicted in beliefs I was scared of the wrath Locked in this cell no questions asked P.O.W. my jugular bled,"

Gypsy - Pistol Grip

"Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face Mother don't fret I won't be a disgrace Don't wanna hear the critics tell me to stop Obliterate incinerate until I'm on the top Obstacles mount gotta make it"

Closing Time - Pistol Grip

"Guns are blasting loud My head is in the clouds Its coming...Closing time GABA GABA HEY! I just wanna stay now its about that time I see the weary look in your eyes Said its time for me to go You know"

The Rebels Are Dead - Pistol Grip

"Everybody run for your life the rebels are dead Bodies laying in the streets the gutters run red Religion burns bright in the minds of the foe Got the citizens glued to the television Show me where the"

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