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Entombed lyrics
Album: Miscellaneous Lyrics
| God Of Thunder | |
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You've got something about you
You've got something I need
Daughter of Aphrodite
Hear my words and take heed
I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
I'm the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command you to kneel
Before the
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
I am the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command thee to kneel
Before the
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
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| Kick Out The Jams | |
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KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHER FUCKERS!
Yea!
I, I, I, I, I'm gonna
I'M GONNA KICK 'EM OUT!
Yea!
Well, I feel pretty good
and I guess that I could
get crazy now, baby.
'Cause we all got in tune and when the
dressing room got hazy now, baby.
I know how you want it, child:
hot, sweet, and tight.
The girls can't stand it when you
doin' it right;
when you're up on the stand.
And let me kick out the jams, yes!
Kick out the jams.
I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT!
Yes, I'm startin' to sweat,
you know my shirt's all wet.
What a feelin'.
And the sound that abounds and
resounds and rebounds off the ceiling.
You gotta have it baby,
you can't do without,
when you get the feelin',
you got the sound above.
Put that mike in my hand
And let me kick out the jams, yes!
Kick out the jams.
I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT!
alright, alright, alright,...(9 times)
come on, come on, come on,
So you gotta get it up,
you know ya
can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie.
Well, it gets in your brain,
it drives you insane with a frenzy.
The wailing guitars, girl,
the crash of the drums,
makes me wanna keep a-rockin' till the
morning comes.
Let me be who I am.
And let me kick out the jams, yes!
Kick out the jams.
I DONE KICKED 'EM OUT!
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| 21st Century Schizoid Man | |
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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
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| Under The Sun | |
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Well I don't want no demon to tell me what it's all about
No black magician telling me to get my soul out
Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe in peace
I've opened the door and my mind has been released
Well I don't want no preacher telling me about the god in the sky
No I don't want no one to tell me where I'm gonna go when I die
I wanna live my life with no people telling me what to do
I just believe in myself, 'cause no one else is true
Every day just comes and goes
Life is one big overdose
People try to ruin me
and I can't seem to eliminate them
People riding their real pace
keep on running their rat race
The ante is risen once a week
in their world of make-believe
So believe what I tell you, it's the only way to fight in the end
Just believe in yourself, you know you really shouldn't have to pretend
don't let those empty people try and interfere with your mind
Just live your life and leave them all behind
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| Tear It Lose | |
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THERE AIN'T NO WAY I'M GONNA WAIT FOR SATHURDAY NIGHT
I WORKED ALL DAY, I SLAVED AWAY
I GOTTA SET IT RIGHT
GONNA HIT THE STREETS, CRUISE AROUND
I GOTTA FIND SOME ACTION
AIN'T GONNA STOP UNTIL I DROP OR GET SOME SATISFACTION!
GONNA TEAR IT, GONNA TEAR IT LOOSE
GONNA SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOF
BLAST MY WAY INTO THE NIGHT
I'M GONNA LIVE MY DREAM
SHOUT AND SCREAM!
I'M GONNA
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
COME ON NOW
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
I'VE BEEN BRUTALIZED, COMPUTERIZED
PUNCHED IN AND PUNCHED OUT
NOW HERE COMES THE NIGHT AND IT JUST AIN'T RIGHT
TO BE SHUT IN OR SHUT OUT
SO I'M BREAKING DOWN THE BARRICADES
GONNA SLOW THE HANDS OF TIME
CAUSE TO WASTE AWAY THE REST OF THE DAY
IS SUCH A F**KING CRIME!
GONNA TEAR IT, GONNA TEAR IT LOOSE
GONNA SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOF
BLAST MY WAY INTO THE NIGHT
I'M GONNA LIVE MY DREAM
SHOUT AND SCREAM!
I'VE GOT TO
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
YOU'VE GOT TO
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
I'LL KEEP GRABBIN' HOLD OF ALL THE GOLD
IN THIS OLD WORLD OF TRASH
LONG AS THERE'S LIGHT BREAKIN' THROUGH THE NIGHT
I'M NEVER GONNA CRASH
AND IF I'M DOWN AND OUT ONE DAY
I WON'T THROW IN THE DEUCE
I'LL JUST KICK IT OUT, THRASH ABOUT
TILL I TEAR IT LOOSE, OH!
GONNA TEAR IT, GONNA TEAR IT LOOSE
GONNA SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOF
BLAST MY WAY INTO THE NIGHT
I'M GONNA LIVE MY DREAM
SHOUT AND SCREAM!
WE'VE GOT TO
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
ALL RIGHT LET'S
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
TEAR IT LOOSE
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| Ballad Of Hollis Brown | |
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Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin' down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you ain't a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass it is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born
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