| 5662 |
Gotta get a TV set for my car, tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars. |
Sheryl Crow, |
The Na Na Song |
| 5663 |
Harmless and innocent until they're taught to be violent and militant. |
L.L. Cool J, |
Power Of God |
| 5664 |
Having my picture in a magazine makes me special. How special are you? |
Jewel, |
Jesus Loves You |
| 5665 |
He has no fear, he has no sense of shame, he will not stop until everybody everywhere wants to know his name. |
Everclear, |
One Hit Wonder |
| 5666 |
He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to being happy, we are. |
Mary Wells, |
My Guy |
| 5667 |
He may not have a clue, and he may not have style. But everything he lacks, we'll he makes up in denial. |
Offspring, |
Pretty Fly |
| 5668 |
He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home. |
Bob Seger, |
Hollywood Nights |
| 5669 |
He switches the channel looking for something other than rape or murder or beatings or torture. |
Lou Reed, |
Video Violence |
| 5670 |
He wants to sell his paintings, but the market is slow, they're only paying two grams. |
Jefferson Airplane, |
Greasy Heart |
| 5671 |
He was casting for his couch. |
Heart, |
Private Auditions |
| 5672 |
Her head is full of bubbles, her nose is petite, she looks like she never gets nothing to eat. |
Frank Zappa, |
Any Kind Of Pain |
| 5673 |
Herds of people choosing arms, keeps us all in mass alarm. Murder movies make your day, living in the USA. |
The Cars, |
Door To Door |
| 5674 |
Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. |
Bob Seger, |
Turn The Page |
| 5675 |
He's just a hit parader, she's just a cycle rider, he likes to masquerade her, and she tells him lies. |
The Cars, |
Lust For Kicks |
| 5676 |
Hey ugly folks, go get some cyanide and die. |
Frank Zappa, |
I'm So Cute |
| 5677 |
Hey you, standing in the aisles with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them bury the light, don't give in without a fight. |
Pink Floyd, |
Hey You |
| 5678 |
His dreams are like commercials. |
Jack Johnson, |
Bubble Toes |
| 5679 |
His songs were soon curled on the lips of the world, they had earned him the highest acclaim. And yet his greatest desire was the simple warmth of love's fire, cause it's cold on the dark side of fame. |
Waylon Jennings, |
Dark Side Of Fame |
| 5680 |
Hoes, clothes, cars, it's who you are. |
Outkast, |
Millennium |
| 5681 |
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull. |
Jethro Tull, |
Quiz Kid |