[Traditional by J.S.Bach, arranged by Paul Gilbert] [Instrumental]
[Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis] [Instrumental]
We populate, contaminate And suffocate in our own waste So now Kuwait can celebrate and salivate While we all eat barbiturates And aspirate in our V-8
[Jeff Martin] You rock my world out of its place You took my soul out of its space There's no denying, sad but true I just can't get over you I sit alone
[Jeff Martin, Bruce Bouillet] You gave yourself so easily Well that's OK with me I'm tired of your running around Please leave me be Why don't you get
There is no sunrise There has never been a rain Only an emptiness No time, No fear, No pain No bodies crying out No one has yet to pray No light has shone
[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis] Reads a note lying on his desk But the words already smear the morning press Tell him that he's got a job to
I need you, most everyday I want to in every way Love that pretty little game you play Y'all twisted 'round my DNA Doing that hormone thing Your secrets
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were easily satisfied Win or lose it didn't matter as long as you tried But now the game is not just for fun I have to run I have to run like Racer X
it out boys, bet a load of these wheels The colour is red, fast as it feels 400 Horses and 48 valves A shit-kickin' mutha, burning tires Kid racer Hell
Beyond the pale, beneath the moon He crawls the walls for you With teeth like nails that sink to bone Hard to swallow easy to chew Cold synthetic human
It breaks the light, it owns the night, it steals the day I'm filled with fright I roll it on can't get away Oh no, oh no scaring the shit out of me
From a far came a star and he traveled from the great unknown Built a world out of stone rocked us down made it all his own With one stroke of his hand
You are a devil little lover When I got you on your back You got it girl like no other When you deal the cards are stacked Pillow quakin' patty cakin
Beatles songs Elton John Smokin' grass, kickin' ass AM FM Eight-Track Kick back Barefeet on the floor Heaven in '74 Stoner's rule Skippin' school Muscle
You cut me up like a chain saw You ripped the soul out of me I gave the stars and I prayed for Sweet music you sang to me Turn to stone, turn to stone