Disturbing the Peace

Lets take a plane and go somewhere exotic To play with a non-descript song We'll shoot all the crotch shots for 12 year old hopefuls To make you a real man my son Some cheap kid from Birmingham Blessed with an accent That pours like the darkest brown ale Just one more puppet, piss elegant marionette He's just a fast buck for sale Don't you know that God blessed video We know that God blessed video Break out the cameras that re-shape my face And get someone to carve up my hair If you can't beat them, you might as well join 'em And be glad to say you were there

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Sister moon and brother sun Shining down on my India Spreading your light across the ground Guiding the executioner Great white warrior, you are the lonely hunter Killing the prince of india Killing the king in africa Tiger burning brightly crying tears of fire Mercy, mercy, mercy Chand bahen ar suray bhy Shining down on my India Chamakta hey mana barat ka upar Guiding the lonely preditor Tiger burning brightly crying tears of fire Mercy, mercy, mercy

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

He's just a kid and loves to ride Taking the freeway, driving blind Just like a loaded gun, he pushes down the hammer Hard to fire In the embrace of his gasoline lover Her sleek body wraps all around Turns on the radio, lights up his cigarette Takes the lights up, dims them down A silent Geisha, the perfect seducer Knows someone is waiting too long Oh will you be home tonight Oh please say tou'll be there He's just a kid who loves to drive To get out of sight out of his mind He pushed the hammer down And shot just like a bullet from a gun Drunk on the fix of the powerful kick As he shoots up from zero to speed Has one more drink of the cold liquid courage To keep on the level he needs Soothed by the sound of the wheels on the ground But he won't hear the tires when they scream... Oh will you be home tonight Oh will you be home tonight Oh will you be home tonight Oh will you be home tonight

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Down the street a snake of leather sliding off to war, Out to fight the battle with the boys upon the boards, Up against the disciples with their backs up to the walls, They don't care, 'cos they can take the blast They're just out to bust their balls! In the arena the battle begins They're eye to eye face to face... They come back to feel the smack from the wire and the wood, Pack that slap, don't take no crap from the wire and the wood. Crushed against the barricades And worked up to a rage How hot it gets, and how the leather sweats, As they reach to claw the stage In an hour or two, The battle will be done No one leaving in defeat Both sides having won Blinded by the silence calling them back home.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Lie in Egyptian sands, Ethiopian overlord Royal mountains stand Guardian of the Kings Sleep in your dusty sea Silent shining desert diamond, sleep eternally. Eyes of a blinded lion, saw the age of the Pharoah come, And return to sand, Gold and silver gone stripped from your virgin stone Still you stand so strong and silent Frozen by the sun Desert diamond Stone leonine Desert diamond Stone leonine Silent shining Desert giant Ethiopian sons-diamond

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

A dark and crowded room Warm beer that's stale Nobody seems to care, there's more for sale She walks on the stage Strokes her hips, shakes her mane Her sweet cheap perfume, reminds them that She's why they came. Oh she's the stripper, she'll strip your soul Oh she's the stripper, she'll eat you whole. Assembled in Mexico, dark Spanish eyes, She'll tell you where to go, if you get wise She's your fantasy, but she won't go too far Oh she has to be, in league with the guy at the bar

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Street wise, smooth thighs, dress for your pleasure Your old man says, "Young man, stand and deliver" She just wants that hard stash, hot from your pocket, She don't need your credit card So shove it, if you've got it. Sailing on her waterbed Side by side and head to head Painted love, painted love, painted lover Painted love, painted love, painted lover Pin striped city tyke has a soft underbelly, He's transfixed by the heel clicks And he ducks down the alley Silken legs stiletto spurred Pulls you in to make you hers

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

One more hotel it's 12 o'clock we're checking out Still confused and slow to move to get on the bus, The driver keeps that Memphis smile for his good old boys He's loaded them up and heads them out in the void. We drive -- pass those trailers and trucks We'll make good time with some kind of luck Another victory, for sons and lovers You gave us the power, you gave the power It's not just one more show we know it's gotta be right We work the songs then kiss the road a warm good night

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Just one more of those 82 nights We were all cowboys ready to ride Fire the gun, turn your eyes to the sea Through that night, riding your trigger with me. Your local station gives out the news "The sky is burning, in Malibu" As the beach turns an ominous green Bathed in light from the shape in the sky We all tanned, in a new kind of sun Something's wrong and we're getting ready to run Your local station knows what to say It's just a fuel burn so its o.k. Please hold the phone calls there's no more news It's just a skyfire in Malibu. Pros to cons from diplomats-liars Words designed to tranquilize-fighters Your local station screams out the news The sky is burning in Malibu Please hold the phone calls There is no need for alarm It's just a skyfire, skyfire burning in Malibu.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

In the London rain the sun called "go west", The American loves the way you speak English And they watched you growing as their son for so long How they long to embrace you, tell you, `This is home'. Beloved foreigner this your America Wants you to stay forever Beloved foreigner this your America Wants you to stay forever As you look down on the New York skyline There's someone waiting for you among the crowd He wants to be just like you, he wants to be a friend to you, Reach inside, and just be part of you He saved the photographs, he read the magazines Making you part of the city Beloved foreigner someone to crucify Breaking the heart of the city. In the London rain the sun called "Go West" The Americans love to hear you speak English He took your autograph Spit out the magazine

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025