AEnema

Some say the end is near,
Some say we'll see Armaggeddon soon,
Certainly hope we will,
Sure could use a vacation from this bull shit,
Three-ring circus side show of...

Freaks are in this homeless fucking hole we call it LA,
The only way to fix it is to flesh them all away,
Any fucking time any fucking day learn to swim,
See you down in Arizona Bay.

Fret for you figure,
Fret for your latte,
Fret for your law suit,
Fret for your hair-piece,
Fret for your Prazac,
Fret for your pilot,
Fret for your contract,
Fret for your car,
Cause it's a bull shit,
Three-ring circus side show of...

Freaks are in the homeless fucking hole we call it LA,
The only way to fix it is to flush them all away,
Any fucking time any fucking day learn to swim,
See you down in Arizona Bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky,
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves,
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still,
Followed by millions of dumb-founded dip shits.

And some say the end is near,
Some say we'll see Armaggeddon soon,
Certainly hope we will,
Sure could use a vacation from this stupid shit,
One great big festering neon distruction,
I have a suggestion to keep you all occupied,
Learn to swim!

Mom's gonna fix it all soon,
Mom's coming round to put it,
Back the way it oughtta be.

Fuck L. Ron Hubbard and fuck all his clones,
Fuck all these gun-totting, hip gangsta wannbe's,
Fuck retro-anything and fuck your tattoos,
Fuck all you Junkies and fuck out your memory,
Fuck all my glad-handed hidden agendas,
Fuck these disfunctional insecure practices.

I'm praying for rain and I'm praying for tidal waves,
I wanna see the ground give way,
I wanna watch it all go down,
Ma please flush it all away,
I wanna see it go right on down,
I wanna watch it go right in,
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again,
Don't just call it back again,
Try and read between the lines,
I can't imagine why He wouldn't,
Welcome any change my friend.

I wanna see it come down,
Bring it down,
Suck it down,
Flush it down.

Red Red Wine

Red, red wine goes to my head,
Makes me forget that I still need her so,
Red, red wine it's up to you,
All I can do while I'm drunk,
Her memories don't go.

I respond with happy times,
Thoughts of you that leave my head,
I was wrong but now I'm fine,
Just one thing makes me forget.

Red, red wine stay close to me,
Don't let me be in love,
It's tearing apart my blue, blue heart.

I respond with happy times,
Thoughts of you that leave my head,
I was wrong but now I'm fine,
Just one thing makes me forget.

Red, red wine stay close to me,
Don't let me be in love,
It's tearing apart my blue, blue heart.

Red, red wine I'm at my feet so fine,
You keep me rocking all of the time,
Red, red wine I'm at my feet so grime,
I feel like a million dollars when you're just in my arms,
Red, red wine I'm at my feet so sad,
Anytime I see you go it makes me feel bad.

Red, red wine it's up to you,
Don't let me be in love...

I respond with happy times,
Thoughts of you that leave my head...

Red, red wine stay close to me,
Don't let me be in love,
It's tearing apart my blue, blue heart.

I respond to happy times,
Thoughts of you that leave my head...

Red, red wine stay close to me,
Don't let me be in love...

Whiskey In The Jar (Metallica Version)

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountians,
I saw Captain Farrell his money he was counting,
I first produced my pistol then produced my razor,
I said stand and deliver or the Devil he may take you.

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny,
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly,
She swore that she loved me never would she leave me,
But the Devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.

Mish ring duh-da-do-da-madow,
Wait for my Daddy-O,
Wait for my Daddy-O,
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber,
Taking my Molly with me but I never knew the danger,
For about six or maybe seven i walks Captain Farrell,
I jumped and fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrells.

Mish ring duh-da-do-da-madow,
Wait for my Daddy-O,
Wait for my Daddy-O,
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Now some men like fishing,
Some men like the fowling,
Some men like to hear the canon ball roaring.

But me I like sleeping,
Especailly in my Molly's chamber,
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain.

Mish ring duh-da-do-da-madow,
Wait for my Daddy-O,
Wait for my Daddy-O,
There's whiskey in the jar-o.