1. CHIP AWAY (JANE'S ADDICTION)

Chip away, I'm not okay, so I chip away
Poked a hole right into myself
And inside I found someone
Said I was okay, still I don't feel easy

On this tree among the blossoms
Caustically I am the thorn
Close my eyes to take up spare time
I wish I just could be where the crowd goes
With the crowd they must be going somewhere

Up from the catacombs I ran into the angel again
He took the high road and I took the low road
We both were dirty faces, we both were dirty faces

I don't, I don't, I don't, don't feel easy
I don't, I don't, I don't, don't feel easy
No, no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah


2. NOT SO PRETTY NOW (NINE INCH NAILS)

You like to open it up and wide
Then you let everyone come inside
There's always something you've got to hide
So you lied, and you lied, and you lied

Make sure you grab everything that you need
You've got a hole that you've got to feed
Keep tryin' to fill it all up with your greed
But it bleeds, and it bleeds, and it bleeds

Well go take a little more
We'll scrape you off the floor
We love you anyhow
But you're not so pretty now

A great big superstar
Is what you think you are
We love you anyhow
But you're not so pretty now

Nobody burns quite as bright
Well goddamn, maybe you're right
There's always battles there for you to fight
And you might, you might, you just might

Well there is something I gotta say
There is a price you're gonna pay
Try as hard as you can to stay
You're just fading, and fading, and fading the fuck away

Well go take a little more
We'll scrape you off the floor
We love you anyhow
But you're not so pretty now

A great big superstar
Is what you think you are
We love you anyhow
But you're not so pretty now

Better turn the lights down low
The cracks begin to show
We love you anyhow
But you're not so pretty now

And soon you will be gone
And we will all move on
You never mattered anyhow
And you're not so pretty now


3. CLAP FOR THE KILLERS (STREET SWEEPER)

Now can you clap for the killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Well I
Wrote this for criminals
But all of y'all should listen at me
Now if you ever catch me snitchin
Just haul off and slap me
They on the other team
Let's rumble
Is my thoughts exactly
They work for gangsters
And they wacked Fred Hampton Jr.'s
Pappy
Ay playboy
Pop em with a pistol and get executed
Ay mama
Murder em with missiles and you get saluted
Go head and
Gank em for a grand
It's DNA computed
But bankers bathe in the Bahamas
Off of billions looted

Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?
Now can you clap for them killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Well I
Wrote this for criminals
But they the ones who wrote the laws
They ain't on TV getting arrested a; up in their draws
They stick their hands up politicians
Make em move their jaws
And they be starving folks for bread
Until their breath pause
Ay take a memo Moneypenny
Say the deed is done
And you can bcc DC
And say our leaders won
But first we fax the photograph of the
Opponent's son
Adjust the image
Cause it's hard to see the gag and gun

Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?

Now can you clap for them killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Well I
Wrote this for gangsters
While I sprinted through your backyard
Not for them Coppola criminals
They just act hard
Tony Montana had a stylist and a SAG
Card
When he reloaded slaves forgot they had
Back scars

Ay
M-M-Mister DeNiro what kind of gun is
That?
Can you look more like a menace?
Take two
Now run it back
Ay s-s-so what Scorsese
Got all them money stacks
Long as his lens never looks at the real maniacs

Clap for them killers
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters


4. WHORES (JANE'S ADDICTION)

Way down low where the streets are littered
I find my fun with the freaks and the niggers
I don't want much, man, give me a little
I'm gonna take my chances if I get 'em

I love them whores, they never judge you
What can you say when you're a whore?
They cast that pearl and it don't upset 'em
They take chances if I get 'em

Wanna see me go off, give me some more
Mother fucker, need a little more
Goddamn you, give me some more
Mother fucker, give me some more

You give me breadcrumb, uh
And I'm tired of livin' the bosses' dream
They'll squeeze you dry, man, if you let 'em
Better take your, take your, take your chances if you get 'em

Hear me go off, give me some more
Mother fucker, need a little more
Goddamn you, give me some more
Mother fucker, give me some more

I wanna get a whore
Oh, I wanna go get a whore
Oh, I wanna go get a whore


5. NON-ENTITY (NINE INCH NAILS)

The sky is not the same shade of blue
Every single thing
I believe isn't true
Missing in a maze of monochrome
How did I get here
How can I go home?

The echos in my eyes
Of all they used to see
Burning down the world
The ashes and debris
And all that's left of me
Non-entity

Try to stand in line
Try to obey
The ghosts of what I was keep getting in the way
Staring at the sun
Blinded by the light
Now I'm afraid I'm fading out of sight

The echos in my eyes
Of all they used to see
Burning down the world
Ashes and debris
And all that's left of you
And all that's left of me
All have washed away
Non-entity


6. THE OATH (STREET SWEEPER)

The lamppost could swear
It had seen me before
And stared
As I stumbled through the motel door
The dirty mirror
Also thought I looked familiar
But commented only that my suit was
Brilliant
The TV
Bolted to the wall and cracked
Remembered how I cried
And said I'd never come back
In the lacquer of the table
I had carved my oath
With burnt butter knife
And this is what I wrote

I pledge
To get their foot off my neck
Instead
I shall demand my respect
I'll fight
Even if I won't win
Alright
The beginning is the end
I pledge
To make the bosses cringe
Instead we'll get some justified ends
I'll fight
Til the system is gone
Recite
This ex-losers song

(Yeeee!)
Alright, Muthafuckas!
(Coo-Coooo!)
Fight, Muthafuckas!
(Yeeee!)
Alright, Muthafuckas!
(Coo-Coooo!)
Fight, Muthafuckas!

I pledge
To live life as lesson
That said
Even my words are weapons
I'll fight
Show love in motion
Alright
Mountains move from oceans
I pledge there is no surrender
Instead I'll expose their agenda
Fight
And make vampires bleed
Recite
This ex-losers creed

(Yeeee!)
Alright, Muthafuckas!
(Coo-Coooo!)
Fight, Muthafuckas!
(Yeeee!)
Alright, Muthafuckas!
(Coo-Coooo!)
Fight, Muthafuckas!

I pledge
That I'll taste each second
That said
I know each moment's a present
I'll fight
A battle fit for ballads
Alright
At two we hit the palace
I pledge
That we are individuals
That said
From you I'm indivisible
Fight
And match the blaze of comets
Recite
This ex-losers promise

The carpet
Inquired
If I'd lay there again
And where was the girl
From when there last I had been
The commode
Refused to speak
As I made my escape
It knew ever subtle nuance of my war
Torn face
The concrete outside
Felt disrespected
It was partly my fault it had been neglected
At the precipice of fate
Is where I carved my oath
With the dagger from my back
And you know what I wrote

(Yeeee!)
Alright, Muthafuckas!
(Coo-Coooo!)
Fight, Muthafuckas!
(Yeeee!)
Alright, Muthafuckas!
(Coo-Coooo!)
Fight, Muthafuckas!

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