| 1855 |
Crime is increasing, trigger happy policing. Panic is spreading, God knows where we're heading. |
Marvin Gaye, |
Inner City Blues |
| 1856 |
Dance and drink and screw because there's nothing else to do. |
Pulp, |
Common People |
| 1857 |
Darken the city, night is a wire, steam in the subway, earth is a fire. |
Duran Duran, |
Hungry Like The Wolf |
| 1858 |
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage? |
Pink Floyd, |
Wish You Were Here |
| 1859 |
Did they tell you the name of the game boy, it's called riding the gravy train. |
Pink Floyd, |
Have A Cigar |
| 1860 |
Don't belong. Don't exist. Don't give a shit. Don't ever judge me. |
Slipknot, |
Surfacing |
| 1861 |
Don't give me no hand me down world. |
The Guess Who, |
Hand Me Down World |
| 1862 |
Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood. |
Pearl Jam, |
Whipping |
| 1863 |
Don't tell me I've got no soul when the machines take over. |
Queen, |
Machines |
| 1864 |
Don't you know that it's true, that for me and for you, the world is a ghetto. |
War, |
The World Is A Ghetto |
| 1865 |
Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up. To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough. |
The Rolling Stones, |
Shattered |
| 1866 |
Drink from chalice of cheap escape and fade away. |
Live, |
Lighthouse |
| 1867 |
Drive-in movies, comic books, and blue jeans, howdy doody, baseball cards, and birthdays. Please take me back to the world gone away. |
Chicago, |
Old Days |
| 1868 |
Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires. |
Joni Mitchell, |
Fiction |
| 1869 |
Emptiness is filling me, to the point of agony. |
Metallica, |
Fade To Black |
| 1870 |
Empty visions of a world gone mad paints a picture so revealing, through my window dark tomorrow I can hear the sirens wailing. |
Kansas, |
Cold Grey Morning |
| 1871 |
Envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate. |
Wu-Tang Clan, |
A Better Tomorrow |
| 1872 |
Every night for dinner we had a big chunk of dirt. |
Weird Al Yankovic, |
When I Was Your Age |
| 1873 |
Every night I'm more alone as the saints turn into sinners. |
Styx, |
Show Me The Way |
| 1874 |
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, these are the days when anything goes. |
Prince; Sheryl Crow, |
Every Day Is A Winding Road |