Love is a Fist Mr. Bungle

Clenched emotions 'Round my ween Feel my heart beat Off and your head in I feel strongly about violence Love is a fist There's no effort To what's in Open faced Knuckle sandwich I feel

Carousel Mr. Bungle

A carnival for the human race Cotton candy, happy face A child talking with his mouth full Girlfriend gets stuffed animal A festive mood is all around Another world is what we've found Step right

The Girls of Porn Mr. Bungle

Okay, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there It's time to win a chance to butt-bang Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666 The urge is too much to take All I can think about

Vanity Fair Mr. Bungle

You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships you In your jungle solitude With the orgies

Retrovertigo Mr. Bungle

Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine While I'm dulled by excess And a cynic at best My art imitates crime Paid for by

Quote Unquote Mr. Bungle

All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness

Egg Mr. Bungle

Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Egg...

My Ass Is On Fire Mr. Bungle

You knew all along, goddammit But you wouldn't tell me Well, look at you now It's not funny, my ass is on fire Paraplegic, inhuman liar On your face Carve a smile Everything's great Suffocate It's beyond

Slowly Growing Deaf Mr. Bungle

As the congregation grows The lung of solitude deflates To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...

Platypus Mr. Bungle

Mysterious evolving Problem solving A vaudeville? A nation including one superior creation A vertebra? Inverted...quite unheard of...

The Air-Conditioned Nightmare Mr. Bungle

Inside of me today There is no one Only asteroids and empty space A waste ...They\''re looking through the windows at me...

Dead Goon Mr. Bungle

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless Kids can be so cruel No one will ever know Smash the feeling Suckle the

Dead Goon Mr. Bungle

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless No one will ever know Kids can be so cruel Smash the feeling

My A*s Is On Fire Mr. Bungle

You knew all along, goddammit But you wouldn't tell me Well, look at you now It's not funny, my ass is on fire Paraplegic, inhuman liar Carve a smile On your face Everything's great Suffocate

Desert Search for Techno Allah Mr. Bungle

All but the truth - forget And from this union cup We will drink wine tonight Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil\'' Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel Haqiqat itself is drunk So drinks the Hidden Imam Pride

Merry Go Bye Bye Mr. Bungle

They're shining searchlights in the sky 'Cause there's a new God in the sign It says their map is not their terrier work And then I broke my telescope But that's the nature of the game And you have

Squeeze Me Macaroni Mr. Bungle

Crocker in the kitchen And knock her upper during supper Clutter up her butter gutter Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong Your Milky Way is

Squeeze Me Macaroni Mr. Bungle

I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen And knock her upper during supper Clutter up her butter gutter Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong While

Everyone I Went to High School with Is Dead Mr. Bungle

Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew them at all I always felt far away Beside them there in the halls My yearbook keeps me informed My yearbook keeps me in line Its an obituary Gives me a

Carry Stress In the Jaw Mr. Bungle

Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Sonmiloquist is the nightmare's song \"In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts but for the teeth...and of Bernice

Carry Stress in the Jaw Mr. Bungle

Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Sonmiloquist is the nightmare\''s song \"In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts but for the teeth...and of Bernice

Sweet Charity Mr. Bungle

Save me The heavens have opened The storm is over So let's start the parade...

None Of Them Knew They Were Robots Mr. Bungle

He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds With omega point in the sight The new Franklins fly their kites And the post modern empire is

After School Special Mr. Bungle

My mom is better than Your mom and your dad too She knows nutrition well That's why I'm trim & lean Because she cooks She cleans She lies...she says I'm handsome Once dad hit me so hard Mom

Stubb (a Dub) Mr. Bungle

Treading underfoot and stinking ass Hold the door aside and let her pass Glaucoma Reflections of a bloated lie A life stored in your cloudy eye Now it's time to say goodbye Stubb a Dub will never

Chemical Marriage Mr. Bungle

Wayaye a aye aye AY aye Ay aye aye a a Wayaye a aye aye AY aye Eh ay a aye Mehnimm mehnimm Manna mayou Mehnimm Mehnimm Manau Manna mayou Manaaauugh... OoooooOOOooooOOOoooooo...

Pink Cigarette Mr. Bungle

the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got on my face Cognac and broken glass All these years I've been your ashtray I found a

Goodbye Sober Day Mr. Bungle

May your sun be blown out like a candle May your sea burn like tar May your sky be rolled up like a scroll May your blue moon drip with blood What would they say If you went up in smoke?

Golem Ii: The Bionic Vapour Boy Mr. Bungle

Watch the human life show OK let's go O my double He can pop your bubble That means trouble Stronger than a lion Golem II: the bionic paper boy Self-perfecting World-inspecting Lie-detecting

Goodby Sober Day Mr. Bungle

May your sun be blown out like a candle May your sea burn like tar May your sky be rolled up like a scroll May your blue moon drip with blood What would they say If you went up in smoke?

Phlegmatics Mr. Bungle

I awake covered in snot Dreamt I swallowed my teeth And tried to cough them up Pulmonate gastropod Oh, for insomnia! Render me proficient If not at least useful

Backstrokin' Mr. Bungle

Happy to be backstrokin' (do dat do dat do dat dat do dat...) Fartin', pissin', and strokin' my fucking dick

The Bends Mr. Bungle

you've got the bends... the bends... the bends... the bends...

Ars Moriendi Mr. Bungle

He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind \"In extremis\" He who leaps across the precipice He who steals pearls from the ashes \"Ride si sapis\" 'Ave atque vale' I shall rise a...

Violenza Domestica Mr. Bungle

Cattiva come adesso, non sono stato mai. Ti faro male in posti nessuno potra mai vedere...nessuno! Posti che ti faranna male per il resto della tua vita! \"Perche?\" \"Ma perche?\" \"Ma sempre...

The Holy Filament Mr. Bungle

In fiber optic illusion The flickering eyes By flourescent lights Supplicate before machines, Self-reflecting The legend of modernity: The phosphenes explode God's eternal strobe Through the holy f...

Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz Mr. Bungle

ghfuah blal he chaduduh chee hugh weh chee keh xooo hee hoh ryzl ou hueau ooooooo cikeetah xoo xeh eooh le hugx yerheggkkk pppddtdptdtt pppddtdptdtt ue ue fhay goouuhf o lltt chteee huucgcgudoo wua...

Bungle In The Jungle Jethro Tull

Bungle in the Jungle JETHRO TULL Walking through forests of palm tree apartments --- scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday --- eating their

Bungle In The Jungle (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating their nuts saving their raisins for Sunday Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows Let's bungle

Law of the Bungle Jethro Tull

Law of the Bungle The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin.

Fist Shades Apart

Fist striking out at everyone feels like no one's listening suddenly it's not the same you've been sleeping all this time throw your fist into the air for all the trouble you went through where

Fist 2 Fist 안지홍

이런 내 맘이 널 밀어낼까 그게 난 두려웠어 사랑해 I love you 영원히 Forever 우리 둘의 사랑 깨지지 않게 조심스럽게 평생 간직해 (워~ 워~) 같은 공간속에 같은 시간속에 영원히 나와 함께 할 너 이런 나의 바램을 가득 담은 사랑틀 너의 눈빛 너의 목소리 함께 할수 있다는 그 사실 내겐 행복해 (아~~) 니 옆에서면 (

Fist City The Little Willies

You've been makin' your brags 'round town That you've been lovin' my man But the man I love when he picks up trash He puts it in a garbage can And that's what you look like to me And what I feel is a pity

Fist City Loretta Lynn

A you've been makin' your brags around town That you've been a lovin' my man But the man I love, when he picks up trash He puts it in a garbage can And that's what a you look like to me And what I see's

너와 함께 할 수 있다면 (Feat. RoyalGreen) 미스터 벙글(Mr. Bungle)

왜 이렇게 힘든 가요 그대라는 사람 잊으려고 노력해 봐도 그게 안 돼 그대 아직 슬픈 가요 그 사람 빈자리로 내가 채워 주고 싶어요 이젠 내가 욕심인 가요 한참 동안 혼자 흥얼거리죠 내 맘속의 그대 목소리 의미 없이 가던 나의 하루는 그대라는 멜로디 되어 나를 변하게 했죠 그대 마법의 소녀처럼 이런 내게 다가올 수 있나요 그대 듣고 있나요 내겐 ...

Pump Your Fist cappadonna

(3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit [Tekitha] Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury,

Iron Fist Goldfinger

it's rush hour Wishing I was far from this scene Standing in the road and I'm freezing It's hard to breathe This morning I was dreaming of angels Covered in the warmth of their wings This morning was a

Fist Of Rage Kid Rock

' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist

Fist of Rage Kid Rock

trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I?

Fist of rage Kid Rock

a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage