first
and you know i would prefer
if she didn't empty her syringes
into your arm
here comes little naked me
padding up to the bathroom door »
Two Little Girls
Little Plastic Castle
by Ani DiFranco
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help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
Punk motherfuckers »
'97 Mentality
The Swarm, Vol. 1
by Cappadonna
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flies spark
The pop sickle stick is finally smooth
Hop on a lily pad for the summer groove
Walking arm and arm, so glad you came along
Check out »
Picnic in the Summertime
Dewdrops in the Garden
by Deee-Lite
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He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever seen,
But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean.
His arms was made »
Golden Boy
The Brown Album
by Primus
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You're dragged off and thrown in your own padded cell
You've reached end of rope at bottom of well
Yellow-black arm-hole of eager junk acceptance
Thin »
Hooked
Skating to Some Fucked Up Shit
by D.R.I.
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of a padded cell
With a black and white t.v.
To stop us from getting lonely
I could not escape
A plea from the heart
You know what it means to me
She »
Mean to Me [Live from Real World Studios]
Don't Stop Now, Pt. 2
by Crowded House
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by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making »
Garden Grove
Sublime
by Sublime
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Supermarket flashbacks
Show arms and legs in plastic sacks
Fat men twelve bananas high
Die while all the women cry
Love-love gets sucked away »
I'm a Potato
Hardcore Devo, Vol. 1: 74-77
by Devo
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soggy logs
One day he'll be a frog
Pollywog in a bog
Overhead a cedar tree gives the shade he needs
Munching while he feeds on lily pads and weeds »
Pollywog in a Bog
Snacktime!
by Barenaked Ladies
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arms
Mary poppins lucky charms
Training wheels training bras
Water wiggles monkey bars
Rocco's grassy pads and cleats
Travis digs on dino meat
Austin »
Career Day
Oddities, Abnormalities and Curiosities
by Circle Jerks
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by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making »
Garden Grobe
Gold
by Sublime
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thinking
I was thinking of a padded cell
With a black and white TV
To stop us from getting lonely
I could not escape
A plea from the heart
You know »
Mean to Me
Recurring Dream: The Very Best of Crowded House [UK Bonus Live Disc]
by Crowded House
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your eyes turn red
I got my pad, I got my mouse
And there is forty-seven dozen livin' in my house
I got my girl, got my guitar, I got everything. »
I Got Everything
The Rock: Stone Cold Country 2001
by George Jones
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Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin' up my dog up at the pound »
Garbage Grove
Second Hand Smoke
by Sublime
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the kids is what a nigga loves most
Fuck, so trill..
[Hook 2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so »
So Trill
Mississippi: The Album
by David Banner
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sometimes I just want to stand in the rain and look up
With my arms open hopin God could tell me why babies die
Why my cousin Fish keep smokin, mama told »
Murder
Da Next Level
by Magic
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and free, past each wistful eye.
I brush my arms and legs,
I smash my withered face,
To show them I'm with no disgrace.
Deep in a padded cell,
They've »
The Fortune
Helluva Band
by Angel
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I was rappin'
Gave me women and weed, then we dipped to the pad
But all that really happened was they made me look bad
Get off the stage bitch »
Get Off the Stage
Get off the Stage
by Too Short
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In the whip, try'n to a grip
On how to bring the next and the new shit brain lit.
No pen no pad this the sickest,
Illest thought I ever had »
Y'all Don't Know
New Whirl Odor
by Public Enemy
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my life before my eyes
Lord, I can't stand the pain
The genie couldn't help me she was full of smoke
The madman gave me a padded cell
The Psychic »
What I Need
Matthew Twenty Five
by Seventh Day Slumber
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hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain.
He said, nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,
He grabbed my arm, I said ouch!
As I landed »
Talkin' World War III Blues
The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
by Bob Dylan
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"Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed »
Talkin' World War III Blues
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 - Concert at Philharmonic Hall
by Bob Dylan
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new brake pads
We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans
My CD's in 3-D, holograms
The future, y'all need to holla man
The live show's a hard »
The Future
Press Play
by Diddy
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of room underneath the arms
the coat's not bulky it weighs about an ounce
And it's practically void of any frivolous flounce
I will admit it has shoulder »
My Winter Coat
Can We Go Home Now
by The Roches
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welt dealt, fucking with feltron
We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm spar
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, »
Ask Son
Wu-Syndicate
by Myalansky/Joe Mafia
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