Vacant Stare lyrics

Vacant Stare lyrics

"Come Face Up Lyrics"

Good Times Lyrics
(anita cochran/bob dipiero) Get the keys to the car, fill it up with gas Go down to the bank and pull out a little cash Forget about the yard, forget about the trash Let's get a little sun cause it's 5 o'clock and the whistle blows I've been working overtime eight days in a row Grab a change of clothes and get ready, let's go And have a little fun. Good times, it's a good time to let the good times roll Mile after mile, smile after smile Headin' down the line


Well you may think that this is it

But I've got to tell it aint shit

I haven't got nothing new to say

But I'm gonna say it in a different way

Cause this is a story I could dreamt

Its not word for word but I'm gonna attempt

To rap this bitch like I fuckin meant

And you're all exempt



Well you may think that this is it

But I gotta tell you it aint shit

My whole life I've been treated a fool

Never understood what it was to be cool

Cause cools for idiots and I aint that

To change my life would be fuckin crap

Its not for me now, so what can I do

Its not for me



Coming down on you



WHAT

Come on get up don't tread

WHAT

Yeah its purified hatred

WHAT

Come on get up it's true

WHAT

That we're c
Mutiny On The Ark Of The Blood Brothers Lyrics
The last mariner alive on the ark of the Blood Brothers hears the five howls of its haunting. One in the sail when the scales of the oil ocean glow pink. One in the cabin for the swollen navels of pregnant sirens, the fins on the backs of dead pirates. Three in the lookout tower for the temptation of cursed pineapples, the deadly lure of Piano Island. Oh oh oh oh oh you never know. The hints of phantom revolt might never ever show until you find yourself shaved, poisoned and disme
oming down on you

WHAT

Come on get up don't tread

WHAT

Yeah its purified hatred

WHAT

Come on get up it's true

WHAT

That we're coming down on you



Well you may think that this is it

But you haven't heard the half of it

Jealousy created a lot of two faced friends

Fucking us off, then trying to make amends

I ain't got time for people who cause us grief

I'm looking at those arseholes in disbelief

So when you hear this and you know who are

You'd better step back cause you took it to far



Well now listen up you piece of shit

You made me feel like I didn't fit

There's no going back on what you've done

Come n' face up and we'll watch you run

Finding it hard to handle the pain

Knowing all you did was all-insane

And as you're sinking
Donna Blitzen (1998 version) Lyrics
Wait for the light But you've been still sly Baby its not your sliegh ride But this year its ours And maybe tomorrow We're gonna see Things I'd never believe I'll make you want me you'll see The initial morning of spring Only two reindeer Oh what a sight As they take their first flight I will, I will I will, I will
lower than low

We all know



Coming down on you



WHAT

Come on get up don't tread

WHAT

Yeah its purified hatred

WHAT

Come on get up it's true

WHAT

That we're coming down on you

WHAT

Come on get up don't tread

WHAT

Yeah its purified hatred

WHAT

Come on get up it's true

WHAT

That we're coming down on you



Come on, come on, face up, come on, I cant fuckin wait



Come on, Face up, Yeah, I cant fuckin wait



What the fuck did I say to you

You lippy little arshole gonna get it soon

Cause I've had it right up to here

I know you fuckin know that I can smell your fear

I'm gonna rip your face off along with that grin

Redemption day has come I'm
Shirley Lyrics
Welcome the first lady to try and qualify in an nhra-dragster competition ~ shirley muldowney! Feels so real Crushing the steering wheel How many times Must we toe this line Halting me Is a fantasy Cha-cha! call her cha-cha! What's drag racing coming to? How many times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go She's got good traction! I suggest you find a seat in the grandstands, because you don't want to miss this! She's j
gonna take your sins

By repeatedly hitting you into submission

Like a mother fuckin train collision



WHAT

Come on get up don't tread

WHAT

Yeah its purified hatred

WHAT

Come on get up it's true

WHAT

That we're coming down on you

WHAT

Come on get up don't tread

WHAT

Yeah its purified hatred

WHAT

Come on get up it's true

WHAT

That we're coming down on you



I'm not a fighter

But yeah, I'll fuckin well hit you like a heavy weight

Cause I never wait for the ten count

Always back in five for the next bout

And that's right

If you're looking for danger

You're lucky day cause I'll fuckin rearrange yer

By the way, this is the last bout

Cause I'm gonna'knock you'out