99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.

98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall.

97 bottles of beer on the wall, 97 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 96 bottles of beer on the wall.

96 bottles of beer on the wall, 96 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 95 bottles of beer on the wall.

95 bottles of beer on the wall, 95 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 94 bottles of beer on the wall.

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EMBERS IGNITE ONCE AGAIN
I WATCH THEM DANCE AROUND THE FLAME
SPARKS START TO FLY
I CAN'T SPEAK
FROM SEEING ANSWERS THAT I SEEK

SHAPES START TO FORM AS I STARE
THE SHADOWS TAUNT AS IF TO DARE
GHOSTLY EMBRACE TAKES MY HEART
NOW I SURRENDER AND IT STARTS ...

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NO...NOOOOOOOO....NOT FOR ME......TIS' A SILLY COMMERCIAL.....

La-Le-Lu,

nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu,

wenn die kleinen Kinder schlafen,

d'rum schlaf auch du.

Yes, what happened to the lyrics that were about something, poetry with a backbone, not oversimplified lyrics with vagueness that stinks of political correctness and disinterest, perhaps not wanting to have anything truly worthwhile to say? 
Shall I confess to Bess and Tess,
Wenches who live in Inverness,
About what I saw at Lochness?
What a mess.
But I confess, though I digress
That while playing chess,
My mind did regress,
And I did in wandering old monotony assess,
That years ago in a fit of jeunesse
Bess,
And Tess,
Also been to Lochness;

To look for Ness
Without success,
during school recess.
Bess, Tess and I
After a while, I couldn't care less
But teary eyed Bess and Tess 
deserved a caress,
Such loving tenderness 
To the mystery of Lochness,
To whom, I confess
In my jeunesse
I couldn't care less.
But I regress...

		scorpion01 wrote:
		Came in this morning high on a bird's wing Quite open minded but still quite aware Followed the sunrise right through from dawning Picking out landmarks that said I was there Led to positions by stern faced leaders Who never let one smile depart from their face Then with an arm raise the slaughter is started One or two crack up and start to cry Selfishness breeds in this cesspool of sorrow Every few moments I see I friend die Synchronized watches flash in the sunlight As into the battle we are all led Killer, killer, keep your thoughts at bay Maiming, destroying, every single day Is this the way that you get your fun Slaying, waylaying, in the heat of the midday sun Get out, get out, go and do your job Rape and pillage, squander all and rob You make me sick, getting paid for murder You wouldn't lay a finger on your mother, oh no You never ever dream to hurt her Hero, hero, you have done so well So sit back and lick your wounds, cause you won't go to hell Take your medal, wear it now with pride Consolation for the pain and sin you feel inside  wHAT A GREAT ALBUM ROCKA ROLLA IS Edited at: Friday, August 08, 2008 2:07:06 PM