| 9150 |
Lost control and rang your bell, I was sore. Let me in or else, I'll beat down your door. |
The Rays, |
Silhouettes |
| 9151 |
Master the art of karate. Lo, we shall rise up, and then we'll make the bugger's eyes water. |
Pink Floyd, |
Sheep |
| 9152 |
Maybe it's just jealousy mixing up with a violent mind. |
Green Day, |
Chump |
| 9153 |
Mine is a jealous heart, imagines things that never are. |
Dolly Parton, |
Jealous Heart |
| 9154 |
My baby she's a long and lean, you mess with her you see a man get mean. |
Stevie Ray Vaughan, |
Pride And Joy |
| 9155 |
My best friend is misery, my girlfriend is insanity, my father is revenge. |
Suicidal Tendencies, |
Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right |
| 9156 |
My boyfriend's back, he's going to save my reputation. If I were you, I'd take a permanent vacation. |
The Angels, |
My Boyfriend's Back |
| 9157 |
My dreams they aren't as empty, as my conscience seems to be. I have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance, that's never free. |
The Who, |
Behind Blue Eyes |
| 9158 |
My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back. |
2 Pac, |
The Streets R Deathrow |
| 9159 |
My knife in your guts, it's all come to this. I am the insister, you are the resistor. Knife is good. |
Gwar, |
Knife In Your Guts |
| 9160 |
My trigger finger itching, positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on. No remorse or second thoughts. |
Snoop Doggy Dogg, |
Big Bang Theory |
| 9161 |
Niggas is hotheads and the bullets is heat seeking. |
Jay-Z/DMX, |
Blackout |
| 9162 |
No apparent motive, just kill and kill again. Survive my brutal thrashing, I'll hunt you 'til the end. |
Slayer, |
Kill Again |
| 9163 |
No more Mr. Nice Guy. |
Alice Cooper, |
No More Mr. Nice Guy |
| 9164 |
No more will he roam around, he's embedded in the ground, Boris the spider. |
The Who, |
Boris The Spider |
| 9165 |
No penance serves to renew them, no massive transfusions of trust. Why not even revenge can undo them, so twisted these vows and so crushed. |
Leonard Cohen, |
Humbled In Love |
| 9166 |
Nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could, for all those born beneath an angry star, lest we forget how fragile we are. |
Sting, |
Fragile |
| 9167 |
Now you're messing with a son of a bitch. |
Nazareth, |
Hair Of The Dog |
| 9168 |
One day I'll be standing at the river looking out across tomorrow, and the bridge I need to get there will be a bridge that I have burned. |
Garth Brooks, |
Burning Bridges |
| 9169 |
One mean gene. |
Public Enemy, |
First The Sheep Next The Shepherd |