Originally by The Stooges
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Junkyard / Token Eastern Song
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I'm long gone from vertical,
Somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the american dream,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide it's not for you.

I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide there's nothing there

Hold it in your gut (x8) (Alt: Born in a junkyard)

I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you lose,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me.

Hold it in your gut (x8) (Alt: Born in a junkyard)
Gone!

Real title should indeed be "Token Eastern Song", and the chorus should be "Hold it in your gut".
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Love Gun
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I really love you baby
I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby
Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay

No place for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, love gun

You can't forget me baby
Don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama
So don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You'll sweat

No place for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, love gun (repeated several times)

Originally by Kiss
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Marigold
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He's there in case I want it all
He's there cause I want
He's scared cause I want it all
He's there cause I want

All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
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The Money Will Roll Right In
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I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
They won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

The money will roll right in

Originally by Fang
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Moist Vagina
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She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference
I'll be sucking the warts off her anus (Alt: The circular walls of her anus)
I prefer her to any other

Marijuana

She had a moist vagina
I prefered her to any other

Marijuana
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My Best Friends Girl
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You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
She'll make you flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
You kinda like the way she dips

She's my best friend's girl
She's my best friend's girl

And she used to be mine
You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
And when you bite your lip
It's some reaction to love

Originally by The Cars
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My Sharona
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Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run
Got it comin' off o' the line, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona
Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me
Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

When you gonna give to me, a gift to me
Is it just a matter of time, Sharona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona

Originally by The Knack
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No Quarter
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Close the door put out the light,
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know,
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.

They're wearing steel that's bright and true.
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no one goes.

They hold no quarter.
They hold no quarter.

Walking side by side with death,
The devil mocks their every step.
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The dogs of doom are howling more.

They carry news that must get through,
To build a dream for me and you.
They choose the path where no one goes.

They hold no quarter.
They ask no quarter.

Originally by Led Zeppelin
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Oh, The Guilt
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She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it

She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit

She likes to be
She's into guilt
Guilt

She likes to think
she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent

She likes the time
she owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent

She seems too weak
she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sand
she likes to stand
She likes to sit
she likes to go
Go

She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
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Old Age
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Somebody finally freed my brother
One more day to free my brother
Help me I won't find a way, no

I'm going there to free my brother
No one there to free my brother (Don't go there to free my brother?)
Help me I won't find a way, brother

He's the friend to revive
With all the love I got
In every way I love you (In every way I'll help you?)
Help me know

Going my way

Interpreted from the 1:08 minute clip floating around of Nirvana's version. Lyrics courtesy of Rob Salisbury.
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Opinion
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Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns (Alt: You said it all and you glory burns)

My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x4)

And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And you had an affect on our happy talk.

Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)

Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns (Alt: You said it all and you glory burns)

Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm.
Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x3)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm.