| 5602 |
Celluloid heroes never feel any pain. |
The Kinks, |
Celluloid Heroes |
| 5603 |
Cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin, she's sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan. |
Lloyd Cole and The Commotions, |
Perfect Skin |
| 5604 |
Cinema simulated life, ill drama, Fourth Reich culture, Americana. Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for, the thin line between entertainment and war. |
Rage Against the Machine, |
No Shelter |
| 5605 |
Circus life, under the big top world. We all need the clowns to make us smile. |
Journey, |
Faithfully |
| 5606 |
Circus mouth shooting all directions with TV ads that sell erections. |
The Cars, |
Getting Through |
| 5607 |
Come sit down beside me honey, let's have a little heart to heart. Now look at me and tell me darling, how badly do you want this part? |
The Eagles, |
King Of Hollywood |
| 5608 |
Conquering the world with words, leading the children like herds. |
L.L. Cool J, |
Crossroads |
| 5609 |
Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt, making money from slime and from filth. Parading your bellies in ivory towers, investing our lives in your schemes and your powers. |
Iron Maiden, |
Be Quick Or Be Dead |
| 5610 |
Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt, making your money from slime and from filth. Parading your bellies in ivory towers, investing our lives in you schemes and your powers. |
Iron Maiden, |
Be Quick Or Be Dead |
| 5611 |
Cowardly lies, never defying the jackals who babble. |
Outkast, |
Liberate |
| 5612 |
Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd and three cheers from everyone. |
The Cure, |
Disintegration |
| 5613 |
Culture is defined by the ones least refined. And you'll be left behind, if you don't fit in. |
Offspring, |
Americana |
| 5614 |
D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic, deny your culture of consumption. |
Manic Street Preachers, |
Stay Beautiful |
| 5615 |
Dance with the sufis, celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain. |
Tori Amos, |
Cruel |
| 5616 |
Dancing behind masks, just subtle pantomime, but images reveal whatever lonely hearts can hide. |
Joe Esposito, |
Lady Lady Lady |
| 5617 |
Death's an art. |
Slayer, |
Cleanse Your Soul |
| 5618 |
Devoid of all romance, the music plays and everyone must dance. I'm bowing out. |
Don McLean, |
Castles In The Air |
| 5619 |
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real? |
Jethro Tull, |
Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day |
| 5620 |
Disease, seems it's in fashion, to need the cold sore cream. |
Silverchair, |
Freak |
| 5621 |
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark. |
Bob Dylan, It's Alright Ma, |
I'm Only Bleeding |