| 7869 |
My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right. |
Bob Seger, |
Like A Rock |
| 7870 |
My younger brother calls me a killer, and my Daddy calls me a vet. |
Charlie Daniels Band, |
Still In Saigon |
| 7871 |
National 21 drinking age, huh, what do you think about that? A bunch of malarkey, whatever malarkey is, man, it's a whole bunch of it. |
Mojo Nixon, |
Burn Down The Malls |
| 7872 |
Nature's destruction through massive production, a blatant example of mindless construction. |
Kreator, |
Material World Paranoia |
| 7873 |
Niggaz need guns, too. |
2 Pac, |
Point The Finger |
| 7874 |
No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask. |
Ani DiFranco, |
Falling is Like This |
| 7875 |
No wonder others hate us and the Hitlers we handpick to bleed their people dry for our evil empire. |
Dead Kennedys, |
Stars And Stripes Of Corruption |
| 7876 |
Nobody hears a single word you say, but you keep on talking to your dying day. |
Led Zeppelin, |
Living Loving Maid |
| 7877 |
Nobody living average, everybody jang-a-lang. Nobody living savage, everybody got change. |
Nelly, |
Nellyville |
| 7878 |
Not speaking out is like fighting alone, and that is the worst damn way to fight. |
OAR, |
Black Rock |
| 7879 |
Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, I wouldn't marry the President. |
The Brothers Four, |
Frogg |
| 7880 |
Nothing changes, just rearranges. |
Korn, |
It's On |
| 7881 |
Nothing to say and no way to say it. But you can say it in three languages. |
KMFDM, |
Dogma |
| 7882 |
Now heads of states who ride and wrangle, who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budgets, like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets. |
Cake, |
Nuggets |
| 7883 |
Now if you shoot someone, sir, you can get off Scott free. It's the latest thing Mr. Lincoln, can you believe? |
Hank Williams Jr., |
Mr. Lincoln |
| 7884 |
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you radical, liberal, fanatical, criminal. |
Supertramp, |
Logical Song |
| 7885 |
Now we may have done a little bit of fighting among ourselves, but you outside people best leave us alone. |
Charlie Daniels Band, |
In America |
| 7886 |
Now you have the power, the guns, and all the swords, but nature has a nasty habit of balancing her flaws. |
Mike and the Mechanics, |
Why Me |
| 7887 |
O' torture me with the punishment of freedom. The broken threads from which we fall from. |
The Samples, |
The Lost Children |
| 7888 |
Oh beautiful for spacious skies, but now those skies are threatening. They're beating plowshares into swords for this tired old man we elected king. |
Don Henley, |
The End Of The Innocence |