| 6022 |
We are desensitized. Television did not break me, been broken since I was born. |
Jack Off Jill, |
Working With Meat |
| 6023 |
We can't be certain who the villains are cuz everyone's so pretty, but the after party's sure to be the wing-ding as it moves into your city. |
Sheryl Crow, |
There Goes The Neighborhood |
| 6024 |
We could move catalog, if he'd only die quicker. |
Tom Petty, |
Joe |
| 6025 |
We didn't have a clue cause he didn't cut a fart, but what he left in my bowl was a work of art. |
Limbomaniacs, |
The Toilets Flooded |
| 6026 |
We draw our own designs, fortune has to make that frame. |
Rush, |
Roll The Bones |
| 6027 |
We got all the friends that money can buy, so we'll never be alone. |
Dr. Hook, |
Cover Of The Rolling Stone |
| 6028 |
We hardly need to use our ears, how music changes through the years. |
Queen, |
Radio Ga Ga |
| 6029 |
We live in a time when paintings have no colors, words don't rhyme. |
Fleetwood Mac; Bob Welch, |
Sentimental Lady |
| 6030 |
We rappers are role models. |
Kayne West, |
Jesus Walks |
| 6031 |
We return to our irregularly programmed schedule hidden cleverly between heavy breasted beer and car commercials. |
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, Television, |
The Drug Of The Nation |
| 6032 |
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth, at ten thousand dollars a show. |
Dr. Hook, |
On The Cover Of Rolling Stone |
| 6033 |
We take our last look at the killing noise. |
Jimi Hendrix, |
1983 |
| 6034 |
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside. |
Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, |
Karn Evil #9 |
| 6035 |
Well I try my best to be just like I am, but everybody wants you to be just like them. |
Bob Dylan, |
Maggie's Farm |
| 6036 |
We'll leave the TV and the radio behind, don't you wonder what we'll find? |
Joe Jackson, |
Steppin' Out |
| 6037 |
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June. |
Tom Waits, |
Small Change |
| 6038 |
We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art. |
Don Henley, |
Damn It Rose |
| 6039 |
We're forced to bed, but free to dream, all of us human extras, all of us herded beings. |
Tragically Hip, |
Gift Shop |
| 6040 |
We're laughing in America, we're crying in America, we're dying in America. |
Jewel, |
America |
| 6041 |
We're led by denial like lambs to slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water. |
Ani Difranco, |
Subdivisions |