| 2115 |
Please squeeze the world and drip it down my throat. |
Metallica, |
Human |
| 2116 |
Poor woman, strangled in her bed as she read. But that's okay because she was old and she would have died anyways. |
The Smiths, |
Sweet And Tender Hooligan |
| 2117 |
Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best. |
The Rolling Stones, |
Shattered |
| 2118 |
Progress is a debt we all must pay, its convenience we all cherish, its pollution we disdain. |
Bad Religion, |
Progress |
| 2119 |
Put tattoos all up and down our thighs, do anything our parents would despise. Take uppers, downers, blues, and reds and yellows, our brains are turning into jello. |
Joan Baez, |
Children Of The 80s |
| 2120 |
Quickly grows malignant tribes, posthuman extinction excels unrecognized. Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. |
AFI, |
Death Of The Season |
| 2121 |
Racing through a life of tragic wastage, I experience the loss of trust and innocence. |
Bad Religion, |
I Want Something More |
| 2122 |
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back, junkies in the alley with a baseball bat. |
Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five, |
The Message |
| 2123 |
Right now I'm just trying to survive, I know I'm gonna get there, dead or alive. |
Supertramp, |
Its A Hard World |
| 2124 |
Rushing around seems what's wrong with the world. Don't lose the dreams inside your head, they'll only be there til you're dead, dream. |
Dave Matthews Band, |
You Never Know |
| 2125 |
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own need, listen to your heart bleed. |
REM, |
It's The End Of The Word As We Know It |
| 2126 |
Say a prayer for the lost generation, who spin the wheel out of desperation. |
Robbie Robertson, |
American Roulette |
| 2127 |
Seven years old, I'm looking up to the gangsters in the hood, cause to me and my cousins they represent good. |
The Geto Boys, |
Straight Gangstaism |
| 2128 |
Sex sells everything and sex kills. |
Joni Mitchell, |
Sex Kills |
| 2129 |
She is trapped inside a month of gray, and they take a little every day. |
Counting Crows, |
Mercury |
| 2130 |
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain, she can talk to the mangling strangers. She can sleep in a fiery bog, throwing troubles to the dying embers. She's alone in the new pollution. |
Beck, |
The New Pollution |
| 2131 |
Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart. |
Midnight Oil, |
Written In The Heart |
| 2132 |
So empty, just a shell of a man. Stillborn, this I understand. |
Black Label Society, |
Stillborn |
| 2133 |
So far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore? |
Carole King, |
So Far Away |
| 2134 |
So many creeps in Hollywood. |
Supertramp, |
Gone Hollywood |