3742 |
From the brightest star comes the blackest hole. You had so much to offer, why did you offer your soul? |
U2, |
Crumbs From Your Table |
3743 |
From the cradle to the grave, temptations all around. But no matter how good the fix, its gonna take you down. |
Keith Urban, |
You're Not My God |
3744 |
From the dark side, we can see the glow of something bright. |
Dave Matthews Band, |
Pig |
3745 |
Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time. Your tongue should be embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind. |
L.L. Cool J, |
That's A Lie |
3746 |
God damn the pusher. |
Steppenwolf, |
The Pusher |
3747 |
God is empty just like me. |
Smashing Pumpkins, |
Zero |
3748 |
Gold flowed freely like whiskey in the bars, sinning was the big thing Lord and Satan was the star. |
Marshall Tucker Band, |
Fire On The Mountain |
3749 |
Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace. |
Bob Dylan, |
Man Of Peace |
3750 |
Got demons on both shoulders. |
Busta Rhymes, |
Why We Die |
3751 |
Hate hate hate hatred for all, one and all. No matter what you believe, don't believe in you. |
Type O Negative, |
We Hate Everyone |
3752 |
Hate is so much easier to feel than love. |
Anthrax, |
Blood |
3753 |
Hate is what you breed. What do you expect me to be? |
Nailbomb, |
World Of Shit |
3754 |
Hatred keeps me alive. |
Tool, |
Bottom |
3755 |
He put some tacks on the teacher's chair, puts chewing gum in little girl's hair. |
Larry Williams; The Beatles, |
Bad Boy |
3756 |
He speaks four letter language because his mind is small. His voice is like venom, I don't like him at all. |
Rodney Crowell, |
The Man In Me |
3757 |
Heaven help me for the way I am, save me from these evil deeds before I get them done. |
Fiona Apple, |
Criminal |
3758 |
Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl. |
Stevie Wonder, |
Heaven Help Us All |
3759 |
Hell can't stop us now. |
Rage Against The Machine, |
Guerilla Radio |
3760 |
Hell have no fury like a young girls ego. |
Duran Duran, |
Meet El Presidente |
3761 |
Hell is for cons and suckered souls. |
Pennywise, |
Who's To Blame |