What are you listening to right now?

[Canadian_watcher]

you're going around playing
the victim now
but dont even begin feelin' I'm the one to blame
'cause you dug your own grave

after all of the fights and the lies
guess you're wanting to haunt me
but that won't work anymore...
oh no,
it's over.

cause if it wasn't for all of your torture I
wouldn't know how
to be this way now
and never back down.

so I want to say thank you.

cause it
makes me that much stronger,
makes me work a little bit harder,
makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter.

[Pierre d'Achoppement]

[Laodicean]

[Laodicean]

[Jeff]

[Jeff]

[Allegro]

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We Don't Go to God's House Anymore | Chumbawamba

[Laodicean]

[Allegro]

^ Allegro....
that made my day!!!!

^^^ Allegro....
that made my day too!!!!

.

[REFER.]

[Laodicean]

[American Dream]

[Allegro]

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Headless Waltz | Aurelio Voltaire


LYRICS.
As above, so below, place your bets
Which way the head will roll
Made in your image, we are at least
As twisted and mean as thee
'Fore your eyes, what a curious site
Your children have turned on you
And you say, you don't sleep well at night
Well, we'll take care of that for you

Belle Marie Antoinette
Love the pearls
They'll make a great tourniquet
Never did as you should and you claim
It was all for our very own good
'Twas a lie, a magnificent lie
Now, your subjects have turned on you
And you claim you had lots on your mind
Well, we'll take care of that for you

Get that damn thing off her neck
I'm the head of the board now I'm bored of her head
Sharpen up the blade, boys.
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead!
Wipe that damn smile off your face
Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead!

All my troubles, all my pain
Stems from this thing that you call a "brain"
Be my guest, sever me from the source of all my agony
What a shame, I've forgotten my name
Without the use of my brain and
My, bet I'll sleep well tonight
Without this head of mine

Get this damn thing off my neck
I'm the head of the board now I'm bored of my head
Sharpen up the blade, boys
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead!
Wipe that damn smile off your face
Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
Sharpen up the blade, boys
Bells are now tolling, soon heads will be rolling

Please Sir, for me, Sir,
Won't you see if you see, Sir?
Oh dear, I dread
I seem to have lost my head
I think I left it about
It fell to the ground
And I kicked it around
Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
My bloody, fat, ugly head?
Please Miss, for me, Sis,
Won't you see if you see, Sis
It's got black hair
And it's kickin' about in the square
I'm really not totally sure but
I think that it might have rolled into the sewer.
Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
My bloody, fat, ugly head?

[American Dream]

[AhabsOtherLeg]

As an angry neurotic Catholic, I am very much liking this.

I like the Soviet Red Army Choir as well, especially when they go country. Apparently, Sixteen Tons was about Bela Lugosi's habit:

[barracuda]