When the world Stands still And I Hold your hand In mine I know I can sleep Forever Nowhere Standard Time
[Mostly written by Chris Roddy]
Intro/Verse Segue: G C G C Verse: G C F D G C F F F D Chorus: Death and destruction, death and destruction We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die Death and destruction, death and destruction If you wanna stop it, don't try 'Cause we're all gonna die Slash our wrists with razor blades Drink cyanide in our Gatorade 'Cause we're all gonna die Chorus Let's start a war, World War III There'll be lots of fatality 'Cause we're all gonna die Chorus We're all gonna die, the world's gonna end And no one will be here 'cause they'll all be dead (Everybody now!) Chorus
Soft part: (E-0--000000-5-6) 3x, E-0--000000-6-5 Loud part: (E5 A5 A#5) 3x, E5 A5 A#5 Pre-chorus, chorus: A5 D5 G5 C5 G#5 C#5 Bridge: E5 A5 C5 G5/G#5 E5 A5 C5 G5 Revolution In a Can Cheaper than Ex-Lax Safer than sand Sneak it in the building Pop the lid Watch the ideals Come out from where they hid Failed anthems Plastic fruit Broken banners Wasted youth Stupid slogans Twisted phrase Sloppy seconds Happy days Sorry sir or madam but we just don't get enough demand To stock the stuff fresh, all we got is Revolution in a Can Bridge Revolution In a Can Helps you stick it To the man Placed at eye level Camouflage green Smallest package I've ever seen You say you want a revolution well here's your revolution in a can Kill your parents Go to hell Buy our product You must rebel Worship evil Grow your hair Revolution Will take you there Bridge You say you want a revolution well here's your revolution in a can
Intro: G G Verse: C Dm D7 C#(x00231) G G7 Chorus: C Em F G G7 Final arpeggio: -0---------------------- --1-1------------------- ---0-0-0---------------- ------2-2-2------------- ---------3-3----0-2/3-3- ------------0-3-------0- I would begin by acquiring the orange properties While keeping an eye out for railroads and utilities I would save for an emergency some of the money that I made And try to get one of every color so that she would have to trade Chorus (2x): I want to play Monopoly with Asia Carrera I think she'd be a worthy opponent and fair I would put houses on all of my best spaces on the board But stop at three on each site if that was all I could afford I would try to stay out of jail early in the game But later on when the rents go through the roof the rules change Chorus 2x It would depend on the strategies that she'd try to do But I believe that with a bit of luck, I could pull through Chorus 3x
How I love my toaster strudel How I love my posture pal He's my only friend And I shot him And I threw him in the canal All the fish and the amphibians Will enjoy his flaky crust But I can't help Feeling guilty For all the things we had not discussed How I love my toaster strudel How I love my posture pal He's my only friend And I shot him And I threw him in the canal
Soft part (Intro, between verses, the announcer bit) -----9------9-------11------ ---7---7---9-----11----11-0- -7-------7-----9------------ Loud part (Verses, first parts of chorus) -9-9-9-7-9-9-9- -9-11-11-11-11-7-7- -7-7-7-7-9-9-9- 3x -9-11-11-11-11-7-7- -7-7-7-7-7-7-7- -7-9--9--9--9--5-5- Weird catchy part -----8--------- -9-9-9-------8- -9-9-9-7-9-9-9- -7-7-7-7-9-9-9- -7-7-7-7-7-7-7- I tied a pair of handcuffs Out of one-eighth-inch drip tubing It was a whole lot better than those Chinese finger puzzles you can buy I showed it to the villagers And they were all astounded They heralded me as a goddess even though I was a guy Chorus: I got a black eye and now it's suitable for framing Though no one's ever cared that much Sweet woman, I want to be your lover But I screw up I screw up everything I touch I screw up everything I touch [Repeat] They made me nurse their children Who all died from malnutrition And then they got real mad at me and ran me out of town So I built a racing speedway Out of "MADE IN THE USA!" drip tubing I thought I'd marry a cute little trailer-trash chick and settle down I hired a three-piece band Called Spaghetti for Breakfast And they played between the intermissions and after every race And after the first show I told them "Hey, you guys were really rockin', man." And they plugged me into the amplifier and beat me with the bass Chorus And the promo goes The Announcer Bit: Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Watch my fragile ego crash and burn! See Big Bill Davis drive his monster truck into the audience and the attack of the FUNNY MIDGET CARS FROM _HEEEEEECK_!!! Solo I finally got a sponsor It's Mendocino County Pet Pharmacy and Basque Cusine and Drip Tubing Supply They held a big press conference, Talked about my dedication, And said they'd back me up with green until the day I die Well the fortune teller told me I'd croak when I was 21 And I smiled and pressed some shiny tinfoil into her wizened hand Well now I'm pushing 30 And I never figured that one out But as I write these words I think I finally understand I understand Chorus
Verse: 1:----------------------10------------------10-------- 2:-11-x-11-x-11/10-x-14-10--11-x-11-x-11/10-10-x-14-x- 3:-10-x-10-x-10----x-10-----10-x-10-x-10-------x-10-x- 2:-8-x-8-x-8/7-x-7-x-7--6---- 3:-7-x-7-x-7-7-x-7-x-7--5---- Chorus: 2:-11--10--11--10---8--7--8--7---11--10--11--10---4--3--2---1-- 3:-10--10--10--10---7--7--7--7---10--10--10--10---3--3--1---1-- Lyrics: Arbitron, Arbitron No one knows his shape Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron There is no escape Arbitron, Arbitron Unafraid to kill Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron Execute his will Chorus: I felt my tendons snap And flutter all around I saw my ratings slip And plummet to the ground I heard the late night DJ Drone on and on But I never knew true terror Til I saw the face of Arbitron Arbitron, Arbitron Do not question why Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron Tell me who must die Arbitron, Arbitron Keeper of the gate Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron There is no escape Chorus Orbit wrong, going gone Irony and fear Galveston, anion, telethon Artist of the year Parmesan, Forest Lawn Love-related slop Genghis Kahn, Parthenon, end of song Casey Casem pop
From up to the middle and around the bend I'm gonna be there 'til the end 100% Pure Java
Circling Over the city Searching Looking for food Soaring Over the city Like a hawk But much smaller Chorus: Organic parts, mechanical mind Mechanical parts, organic mind The Chickadee Sentinel Of the sky The Chickadee Death From above Chorus Swooping Diving Killing A bug A killing machine A killing machine A killing machine A killing machine A killing machine A killing machine A killing machine
Chords: C5 C7bassE(xx2310) G C5 Bb5 G Bridge: [F C5 G] 3x, then F G G# In the bridge, the F and G and G# are high chords which you play like this: -x--- Where x = 5 for F, 7 for G, and 8 for G# -x+1- -x--- Don't leave me, don't leave me Don't leave me here The sun's in my eyes And there's grass in my hair Please don't leave me here Over there would be fine Lover of mine I thought we agreed That if we should part That I'd pick the place Where you'd break my heart I think I'd prefer That spot by the pine Lover of mine Bridge: If you have to leave me hurt and afraid You might as well leave me over there in the shade And I know that you're mad, but I'm begging you please It must be a hundred degrees And yeah, once you're gone I'll cry my way home And I'll get real drunk And I'll sit by the phone And I'll fall asleep Smelling like turpentine Lover of mine Please don't leave me here Over there would be fine Lover of mine
G E7+5(032003) Lyrics: Intercept Draw a line To represent Your plane and mine I'm at rest The sky's the ground Did my best To stick around If I go Will you stay with me? If we have The same velocity Change some mass Into energy Slow down time Relativity
Verse riff: ---5---------- -3---------0-- -----0-3-5---- I was playing my guitar And a man walked up and told me He wanted to give me a government job In a small East Asian country They took me on a tour And I must say it was nice They fined you if you scratched your butt Bb5 G5 And heaven help you if you did it twice Chorus: C5 F5 G5 Country of industry Information ministry I was in charge of Singapore Radio I was in charge of Singapore Radio Bb5 G5 I was the official heavy metal alternative American dude Well my first day on the job was rough 'Cause the jet lag had hit But the people at the studio were nice They said "Bless our country with your wit" So I wrote a song about spiders And another one about monkeys And I wrote a song about spider monkeys And as fast as I could write 'em they put 'em out on Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio Power 98 Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio 24 hours a day I wrote a song about pizza And one about happy singing birds They brought in local vocals But I wrote all the words I wrote a song about cereal And one about silly squirrels And quite a few about tennis shoes And seven thousand nine hundred twenty eight about pretty girls And now I pop my bubble gum pop across the FM band And the teenage population Of a small east Asian nation Worships my almighty power chord hand Country of industry 1984 meets the dubba-dubba-WB I was in charge of Singapore Radio I ruled the airwaves Singapore Radio And I have no regrets No, not me
Intro, between verses: C C7 G G7 4x C I would enjoy your friendship. F G Do you have to eat my lunch? Chorus: G G7 C7 C The circus is in town, be a man, run away, G G7 C C7 If you can't be a man, be a man, run away, G G7 C If you can't run away, join the circus. An avalance of plaster Covers almost everything. And when you're disembarking Don't forget to follow me. Outro (same chords as intro): If you can't run away (7x) C F G G7 C If you can't run away, join the circus.
(This is supposed to be played on the piano, but here are some chords that work:) Intro/Verse: C5 G5+7 C5 G5+7 Bb5 Bb5 F5 F5 Chorus: C5 G5+7 F5 C5 F5 F5 C5 G5+7 Larger than life She shot herself Her teeth fell out Recovery was slow Her papers were not In order, no Her papers were Anomalous Keeping to form She brushed her teeth She wore a coat A part she played Oh yeah Chorus: And vertigo makes the world go round Drop your purse and hug the ground Vertigo makes the world go round Drop your purse and hug the ground Drop your purse and hug the ground Given a chance It's so extreme Larger than life Her papers were a form Supressing a yawn She brushed her teeth Her teeth fell out In order, no Turning around Her stomach churned It's so extreme She shot herself Oh yeah Chorus
Richard Nixon Richard Nixon Tricky Dick Tricky Dick "I am keeping Checkers" "I am not a crook" Kicked around Kicked around Spiro Agnew Spiro Agnew Here he comes Here he comes Served with Richard Nixon Resigned for tax evasion There he goes There he goes Next in line was Next in line was Gerald Ford Gerald Ford Pardoned Richard Nixon Chevy Chase lampooned him S.N.L. S.N.L. Jimmy Hoffa Jimmy Hoffa Where'd he go? Where'd he go? J. Edgar Hoover Threw him in a fish pond There he is There he is Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan Eighty-two Eighty-two Couldn't run the country Now it doesn't matter Don't recall Don't recall
G5 G5 G5/Bb5 G5 G4 E5 (3x) G5 G5 F5 F5 G5 (2x on chorus) Lyrics: Here we go, Bastille Day Water on wood's a proven fact Here I am, I'm adult How am I supposed to act? In the park, Bastille Day Time for a celebration, yay Burn the meat, what the hey Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day Breakfast, brunch, picnic lunch Dinner overlooks the bay How I got here I don't know What am I supposed to say? In the park, Bastille Day Time for a celebration, yay Eat off napkins, what the hey Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day What am I supposed to do? Stare at the back of your head and dream? Try and bend you to my will? Here's what I wish you'd think In the park, Bastille Day Time for a celebration, yay Let's get drunk, what the hey Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day Potato chips, Mr. Pibb Fodder for the barbecue Ice chest's open, I forget What was I gonna do? In the park, Bastille Day Time for a celebration, yay Suck your nipples, they taste okay Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day
Intro: D A C G D A C7 G7 D A Choppy the Pork Chop C G Choppy the Pork Chop D A C7 G7 Throws a fireball at the evil mop D A C C7 He'll stop for a burger on his quest But in the end he will not rest Until he kills the guy Who throws his eye D A G And from this task he will not stray He's Choppy the Pork Chop (Choppy the Pork Chop!) Choppy the Pork Chop (Choppy the Pork Chop!) E A Choppy the Pork Chop, hooray!
A5 F5 D5 We will build an empire We will, Reality Markup Language We will generate desire We will develop applications Have you ever seen the moon up close? You will Have you ever shed these human clothes? You will Reality Markup Language We will build an empire We will, Reality Markup Language We will sell to any buyer We will We will disconnect the anguish We will We will reassign the wires We will We will cover up the damage Have you ever spoken to your kids? You will Have you ever crushed their tender ids? You will Reality Markup Language Build your own little universe Simulated people Everybody likes you Cheaper than you think
I'm a fool and I like to drool Hold my pillow on my sheets Okay! Right on!
Intro/Pre-verse: A5 Verse: A5 F5 E5, A5 F5+7 C5+7 Cookie: G5 G5 (355x4) When I see her on the strand I get so excited I can't stand Cookie: Take it wherever you take it (3x) Why don't I just make it out to you? Cookie People everywhere just want to be free I have the most terrible craving for a persimmon cookie She strikes me as one made of confectioner's sugar Cookie
When I was young I was a young boy I was no more than a boy I was no man when I was young I was so young I was a boy They called me "Boy" when I was young They called me young, I was a boy When I was young I was a boy I was a boy when I was young When I was young (When I was young) I was a boy (I was a boy) I was a boy (I was a boy) When I was young (When I was young) Stop copying everything I say! (Stop copying everything I say!) Now I am old I am an old man I am older than I was When I was young I was a boy But now I'm old, I am a man They say I'm old, I am a man I am an old man, not a boy I am too old to be a boy I am so old I am a man Now I am old (Now I am old) I am so old (I am so old) My prostate hurts (My prostate hurts) So does my back (So does my back) Stop copying everything I say! (Stop copying everything I say!)
You can dance if you want to You can leave your friends behind 'Cause your friends can't dance like I can't dance And I don't mind, I don't mind I don't mind
Cm We have an abusive relationship G5+7 She washes the food and I cook it F She cooks the food and I eat it G5+7 I give her the food and she gives me the time of day It was just like "Hotel California" I couldn't leave and it was in California There's nothing like sand and surf, wash my conscience away When we're out with one another It's like Oleander and Holyfield Silently cursing each other As we go on down the road Fm She started the fight and she knows it C5+7 I hit her back and she liked it Bb5+7 G5+7 F I know we should stop but we're driving each other to Malibu Yeah, yeah
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