Breakpoint
Go To Hell
Angry Again
99 Ways To Die
Paraniod
Diadems
Problems
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No More Mr. Nice Guy
This was origonally a song by Alice Cooper, and I don't know exactly
what the circumstances were around the time when he wrote it. So it
could be about something that really happened to Alice, or it could
just be a song. Whatever the case is, this song is about a guy who is
wonderful to everyone for his whole life, and then he does something,
which isn't described in the song, that makes society turn against him
and his family. After that, he has a really hard time just surviving.
I opened doors for little old ladies; helped the blind to see.
I got no friends cause they read the papers; the can't be seen with me.
And I'm getting shot down, and I'm feeling mean...
No more Mr. Nice Guy, no more Mr. Clean.
No more Mr. Nice Guy; they say he's sick, he's obscene.
My dog bit me on the leg today, my cat clawed my eye.
My mom's been thrown out of the society circle, my dad's had to hide.
I went to church incognito; when everybody rose,
the Reverand Smith, he recognised me, and punched me in the nose!
He said 'No more... Nice guy!'
No more Mr. Nice Guy, no more Mr. Clean.
No more Mr. Nice Guy; they say he's sick, he's obscene.
And i didn't say I was nice in the first place, you know?
This song is about authority. All over the world, the people in power
tell the other people what they can and can't do, blame the people for
everything that goes wrong, etc., then break their own rules but tell
the people that it is OK. And it makes people angry. But then if they
try to speak out, they are frequently silenced by whatever means
are deemed necessary by authority.
rules you break and just let it slide.
You try to find you inside of me,
be as great as you want me to be!
Hypocrite, the word that fits;
do as you say, not as you do.
You're pushing me to a breakpoint...
You're pushing me... Push, push me to a breakpoint.
Self esteem, you seem to lack;
point the finger, there's three pointing back.
Controls the illusion with all good intents.
Bad times are contagious;
you laugh and infect.
Criticist, the word that fits;
push me down to lift you up.
You're pushing me to a breakpoint...
You're pushing me... Push, push me to a breakpoint.
Watching pain's your only pleasure;
sick facination for someone's disaster,
self-suffering since you were born...
Mess with the bull, and you'll get the horn!
Misery, the word that fits;
can't seem to smile til someone's sad.
You're pushing me to a breakpoint...
You're pushing me... Push, push me to a breakpoint.
In my opinion as a professional, I recommend we strait-jacket the son-of a-a-bitch,
lock him in a rubber room, sedate him heavily, and when he wakes up
( if he wakes up ), we'll see if he can be a nice boy.
Sedate me? Ha! Throw me in a room with a strait-jacket... Hey, let go, wait... Argh!
Breakpoint; you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint...
Don't push me!
This song is slightly similar to No More Mr. Nice Guy in that the
narrator is some guy who is really angry and hateful. But in this
song, he's always been that way, whereas in No More Mr. Nice Guy, he
became that way. Additionally, the narrator is Go To Hell is dead.
And he can't stop being angry, but then he finds that after they have
stopped lowering him into his grave, he still feels like he is going
down. And then, much to late, he realizes what all his anger has done
to him. A lot of this song is sarcastic, since that works to
accentuate his anger. Additionally, if you aren't up on your Greek
mythology, you would probably like to know that Charon was the boatman
who operated the sort of ferry for dead souls to get to Hades, across
the river Styx. Hades, in Greek mythology, was where all souls went;
not just the bad ones. It would cost you a coin to take the ferry, so
people would be buried with a coin on their lips.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Not going to wake up today; they pulled my plug, the picture fades.
And as my body decays, mold begins to fill my grave.
The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays.
Go to hell!
As they bury me now, six feet; there my body lies.
Still feel like I'm going down, I hear a distant wailing cry.
God, something must have gone wrong; much to late, I realize.
Go to hell!
I saw my funeral that day; I know who didn't show to mourn.
My judgement was like hell; pillars of pain and thorns.
My only friend is a goat with 666 between his horns.
Go to hell!
Place all your trust in me, and rest assured; these things I know.
And as Charon sails the sea, your journey too will end below.
Ah, yes, you're all sitting ducks; it's true you reap what you sow.
Go to hell!
Now I lay me down to sleep;
blah, blah, blah, my soul to keep.
if I should die before I wake,
I'll go to hell for heaven's sake!
A good follow up to Go To Hell; this one pretty much describes Dave's
reasons for being angry. As he once said, 'This one is about an
emotion that I am very qualified to feel; this one is Angry Again.'
How he is qualified, I don't exactly know, but it sounds good.
the more of me I see reflect.
The more I try to read your lips,
the more the mask you're wearing rips.
But when I seek out yuor vioce,
my ears are overcome with noice.
You show and tell with greatest ease
raving impossibilities.
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat;
enraged, my mind begins to smoke.
Enforce a mental overload,
angry again, angry again, angry ahhh...
And when the story takes a twist,
it folds like a contortionist.
Slight of hand, and quick exchange;
the old tricks have been rearranged.
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat;
enraged, my mind begins to smoke.
Enforce a mental overload,
angry again, angry again, angry ahhh...
Searing of the sinew, my body fights for air;
ripping of the tissues, my lungs begin to tear.
Gravity's got my bones, and pulls my flesh away;
Steam finally dissapates, I may have my sweaty face.
Association that I choose,
game I inevitably lose.
Governed by laws set up by me;
fracture its jaw and let me be.
A cut-out cardboard condo maze
filled with a insubordinate race.
Irrational youths stop to stare
as music rubber hoses the air.
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat;
enraged, my mind begins to smoke.
Enforce a mental overload,
angry again, angry again, angry ahhh...
Like A Tout Le Monde, this is another song about suicide; a topic
which I know Dave is very qualified to now about. But this was written
quite a bit differently. A Tout Le Monde is someone trying to console
those who would miss him; this is just about the suicial person's
feelings about himself. And obviously, the doesn't hold himself in
very hight esteem.
take life from tomorrow, cause I've burned out my today.
If I got up to the top I know I'd just go back to nil;
I've got a terminal future and it's time to write my will.
Down another glass of courage... and a shot of thorazine.
We're not ready to see you yet;
99 ways to die.
We're not ready to see you yet.
Got a short between the earphones, ringing my hands in dismay.
A more-efficient maniac with two feet in the grave.
Ain't got no last words to say, yellow streak right up my spine.
The gun in my mouth was real, and a taste that blew my mind, yeah.
In a black tie and strait jacket, man I'm gonna try again.
We're not ready to see you yet;
99 ways to die.
We're not ready to see you yet.
Demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Never mind the tree
There is only death and danger in the sockets of my eyes;
A playground of illusion, no one plays they only die.
There's a prison in my mind and the bars are gonna break.
I'm as mad as a hatter, and strung out just the same.
Taunting rigor mortis
I feel it draw me in
We're not ready to see you yet;
99 ways to die.
We're not ready to see you yet.
Not ready... Ninety ninety ninety nine!
I personally think that when it comes to this song, by Black Sabbath,
the name says it all and there is hardly anything left to have to
clarify. One thing to notice though, is that at the end of the song,
Nick keeps on playing. The story is that he thought that the chorus
was going to be repeated, and since they recorded the song in just one
take, his mistake is forever apparent. So after Dave yells at him to
stop, he says 'Fuck me running.' Turn up the volume if you haven't
already heard it.
People think that I'm insane because I'm frowning all the time.
All day long, I think of things, but nothing seems to satisfy.
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find some way to pacify.
Can you help me?
Are you for my brain?
Oh yeah... yeah yeah.
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find.
I can't see the things that make true happiness; I must be blind.
Make a joke and I will sigh, and you will laugh, and I will cry.
Happiness I ca not feel, so love to me is so unreal.
And so you now hear these words telling you now of my state.
I tell you to enjoy life; I wish I could but it's too late.
It's too late.
[ Dave ] 'Nick... Nick! NICK!!!'
[ Nick ] 'Fuck me running.'
In modern society, just about anything goes. Things which were
considered unthinkable 60 years ago are on TV every day. From a
biblical standpoint, this signifies that the end is coming and soon
the course to Armageddon will begin. The song is full of religious
referances, not only Christian but of other religions as well. To name
them all would take quite a while, so if you really need to know, go
check it out at Mark Smeets' site because he's got it there, although
it may be hard to find.
The more insatiable the sex, the more swelled our tongues became.
As prehistoric as it seems, this is now
today.
AS Prehistoric as it seems, this is now.
Talkin bout no vision; talkin bout no dream.
The harlot puddles for her lies from where she speaks.
I look above and see entrails in the sky.
This one ain't over til the fat lady dies.
One man rules the earth and rides a seven-headed beast;
Ten diadems to crown them all, world religion at his feet.
Dreams are told of dreams of old; this day would surely come.
So run, my child, and hide your face;
once you've been marked, you're finished, done.
You'll become one.
You're mine.
You're one.
I saw a new Earth today;
I saw a former pass away.
I saw a new Earth today;
I saw a former pass away.
Vengence is mine! Vengence is mine!
The Netherworld and sheol are never satisfied.
So the eyes of man are never
satisfied.
I saw a new Earth today.
I saw a former pass asay.
Here we have the Sex Pistols song which was origonally the one which
Dave wanted to put onto So Far, So Good... So What! but was never able
to do. It is about the way that many people look on the younger
generation as a problem, yet to we, the younger generation, they seem
to be the problem. It also contains some Anarchy In The U.K. non-
conformist stuff as well.
I need to be cause you're all too clear.
And I can see there's something wrong with you;
and you do you expect me to do?
At least I got to know what I want to be.
Don't come to me if you want pity.
Are you lonely, ya got no one?
You got your body in suspension.
There's a problem... problem... problem...
The problem is you!
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray.
You don't do what you want and you fade away.
You won't find me working nine-to-five;
it's too much fun just being alive.
I'm using my feet for my human machine;
you work for me, living on the screen.
You get lonely, all need catered.
You got your brains dehydrated.
Problem, problem, problem;
the problem is you!
Oh, what you gonna do?
Problem, problem, problem;
the problem is you.
What you go gonna do
with your problem?
The problem is you.
I ain't death trip, but I ain't automatic;
you work for me, just stay ecstatic.
And don't you give me any orders;
for people like me, there is no order.
Bet you thought you had it all worked out.
Bet you thought you knew what I was about.
Bet you thought yu'd solved all your problems,
but you are the problem.
Problem, problem, problem;
the problem is you.
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem;
I leave it to you.
Problem, the problem is you!
You got a problem,
oh, what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away.
They take you away and throw away the key.
They don't want you, and they don't want me.
You got a problem; the problem is you.
Problem; well, what you gonna do?
Problem; have you got a problem?
Problem; well you got a problem.
Problem.
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