What song makes YOU feel like kicking ass and taking names?

[_testify_]

I get pumped by all things Rage Against the Machine, but right now I'm hooked on 'Promoter' by Clutch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKR20OOc-nU

Warmed up my motor, swindled the promoter
Took the lunatics for a ride
And a little voice said inside my head, sayin'
Rosemary baby, I got the thyme

Suffering madness and the Pharaoh’s plague
I, Akhenaten tell you some other day
No thank you, that’s enough for me
A little bit of Ritalin goes a long way

Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify

Cooled down my temper, tried to remember
What it was I wasn’t to lose
And I probably could were it not for
The beer and the broads and the broads and the booze.

Hooked on stupid, and the whole shebang
I never have ever felt the same
No thank you, that’s enough for me
Prozacly now what I need

Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify

[Rabrrrrrr]

1. Rap, hip-hop, salsa; plus The Gift of Love and every other mindless, vapid shit music

played at the weddings of uncreative assholes, and the same with all the cliche mindless asshole music that the DJ plays at the ignorant fucks' reception.

And while I'm at it, let's add "On Eagle's Wings", too. Hate that song.

And any love song written by a sophomoric little-minded jackass, which is about 99.9999% of them.

[_testify_]

3. Wedding music sucks.

If I ever have a wedding, it's going to be silent. Just the sound of people eating.

[Rabrrrrrr]

6. You're going to have people eat during your wedding?

I'm going to ask mine to wait for the reception.

And you're right, wedding music sucks.

And most of the music at the receptions - now that clueless asshole America has decided that ignorant talentless DJs are no longer inappropriate but actually preferred over a live band that knows what it's doing - sucks, too.

[_testify_]

7. A reception?

I hadn't even thought of that.

Actually my gf's mom and step-dad had the reception before the wedding. There was much merrymaking.

[stuntcat]

2. BATTLEFLAG :D

Low Fidelity Allstars
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbOqh__zogs

Got a revolution behind your eyes,
We got to get up and organize.

[_testify_]

5. That's a good one!

I forgot all about that song. Thanks!

[BlueIris]

19. I looooved that one. I actually own "How to Operate with a Blown Mind."

Great CD.

[taterguy]

4. The one about the cat who won't cop out when there's danger all about

That bad mother . . . Shaft

http://youtube.com/watch?v=auZV2myICts

[proud2BlibKansan]

8. That horrible Debbie Boone song from the 70s

No I don't even want to remember the name.

[flvegan]

9. Any RATM, Rise Against

Motorhead...

[SKKY]

10. Here are some songs from my running play list that get me going...

"Respect" - Pantera
"So What?" - Ministry
"Party Up" - DMX
"Poison Well" - Insolence
"God Given" - Nine Inch Nails
"Freak on a Leash" - Korn
"Shout 2000" - Disturbed
"Click, Click, Boom" - Saliva
"Du Hast" - Rammstein

[KG]

11. Amused to Death - Roger Waters

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMijMWQlnUc&feature=related

The Lyrics of AMUSED TO DEATH





The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard
Instrumental

crickets

(switch channels)


"Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I
had to collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in
no-man's-land.

"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no
sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a
call, 'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night
here,' and he said 'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard,
one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original
battalion. I had a look at his wound, rolled him over; I could
see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain
he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about
three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a
path or a road I could have done better. He pummelled me, 'Put
me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me
down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any
further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't
be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And
the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had
to leave him there, in no-man's-land."

(switch channels)

(girl) "I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I
_like_ to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if
our side's winning, if our side's losing..."

(switch channels)

What God Wants, Part I
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
God wants boarders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God gets

Perfect Sense, Part I
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden

Perfect Sense, Part II
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range
You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

Late Home Tonight, Part I
Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But in the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
In the street below

Late Home Tonight, Part II
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down
His landing gear
Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar
Back home in Cleveland
All the papers and local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Our American friends are late home tonight

Too Much Rope
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at you companions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating 'round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It's only two humans being
It's only two humans being
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up






What God Wants, Part II
Do you believe in a better day
Do you have faith in a golden way
If you do then we must come together this day
Come together as one united
Television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United united financially united socially
United spiritually and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of prayers
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself
What God wants God gets God help us all

What God Wants, Part III
Don't be afraid it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Though his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone

Watching TV
We were been watching
In Tiananmen Square
Lost my baby there
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a student of philosophy
Won't you grieve with me
For my yellow rose
Shed a tear
For her bloodstained clothes
She had shiny hair
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was the daughter of an engineer
So get out your pistols
Get out your stones
Get out your knives
Cut them to the bone
They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine
They built the dark satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
But I grieve for my sister
People of China
Do not forget do not forget
The children who died for you
Long live the Republic
Did we do anything after this
I've a feeling we did
We were watching TV
Watching TV
We were watching TV
Watching TV
She wore a white bandanna that said
Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of China
Would come tumbling down
She was a student
Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek
That no-good low-down dirty rat
Who used to order his troops
To fire on the women and children
Imagine that imagine that
And in the spring of '48
Mao Tse-tung got quite irate
And he kicked that old dictator Chiang
Out of the state of China
Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa
And they armed the island of Quemoy
And the shells were flying across the China Sea
And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory
Called Taiwan
And she is different from Cro-Magnon man
She's different from Anne Boleyn
She is different from the Rosenbergs
And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan
Half superstar half victim
She's a victor star conceptually new
And she is different from the Dodo
And from the Kankanbono
She is different from the Aztec
And from the Cherokee
She's everybody's sister
She's symbolic of our failure
She's the one in fifty million
Who can help us to be free
Because she died on TV
And I grieve for my sister

Three Wishes
Reached back for the bottle
And rubbed against the lamp
Genie came out smiling
Like some Eastern tramp
He said hey boy what's happening
What is going on
You can have three wishes
If you don't take too long
I said well
I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon
Wish somebody'd help me write this song
I wish when I was young
My old man had not been gone
Genie said consider it done
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Genie said I'm sorry
But that's the way it goes
Where the hell's the lamp sucker
It's time for me to go
Bye
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home

It's A Miracle
Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet
They've got Pepsi in the Andes
McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into
A golf course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
They've got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another Miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We've got warehouses of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls Royce
We've got choice
She said meet me
In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear
The Lord said Peter I can see
Your house from here
An honest family man
Finally reaped what he had sown
A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan
It's a miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle

Amused To Death
Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death

(switch channels)

"Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."

(woman) "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"

"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

(switch channels) crickets

[Political Heretic]

41. Such a phenominal song. That and Miracle.

[Initech]

12. Rage kicks ass. Right now my favorite kick-ass song is "Knights Of Cydonia" by Muse

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9-r82TakGY

[Blarch]

13. I love Muse.

I heard Tom Morello from RATM say his favorite song was Knights of Cydonia

But I gotta stick with RATM, went to see them at Alpine Valley a few months back and it was incredible. The last song (killing in the name)had the whole place (35,000, ya it's huge) chanting the same words while throwing their fists in the air...

"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me"

I found a tear in my eye. Zachs passion is infectious...

Lyrics to 'Wake Up'

Although ya try to descret it
Ya still never edit
The needle I thread it
Radically poetic
Standin with the fury that they had in '66
And like e-double I'm mad, still knee deep in the system's shit
Hoover he was a body remover
I'll give you a dose but it could never come close to the rage
Built up inside a me
Fist in the air in the land of hypocracy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak movements sieze when their heads are flown
Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police the judges the feds
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they went after king, when they spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot


With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lack and dat finesse
Wadda I got ta Wadda I got to do to wake you up
To shake you up to shake ure structure up

Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like taking photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the grove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yeah, the group of several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya betta beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Urrrgh
What was the price on his head

Here is the video from Alpine, Zach gives a anti-government speech in this video. enjoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz0myOnQeqw&feature=related

[Initech]

24. Rage played Killing In The Name at Coachella.

There were maybe 100,000 people in the audience, and the whole place was shouting "FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME" during it, it was one of the coolest things I've ever witnessed.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

27. Welcome to DU, my dear Blarch!

Enjoy yourself in our crazy, addictive little village!

:hi:

[Blarch]

34. Oh...

I've enjoyed myself lurking here for awhile. :popcorn:

[CreekDog]

14. Public Enemy: Fight The Power!

The minute I heard it, I thought, damn. I was a little Republican back then too, it was the beginning of my conversion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU

[HuskerDU]

15. KICK OUT THE JAMS

muthafucker

[lost-in-nj]

16. This one every time!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qVd2WkCq_E


Kung Fu Fighting Lyrics


Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

They were funky China men from funky Chinatown
They were chopping them up and they were chopping them down
It's an ancient Chineese art and everybody knew their part
From a feint into a slip, and kicking from the hip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy Chung
He said here comes the big boss, lets get it on
We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand
The sudden motion made me skip now we're into a brand knew trip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they did it with expert timing

(repeat)..make sure you have expert timing
Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning



lost

[Blarch]

18. No offense...

But, Those are the worst lyrics EVER.:hide:

[DarkTirade]

29. You've obviously never read any of my lyrics... :P

[Dr. Strange]

17. Anything by Air Supply.

They rock!

[LostInAnomie]

20. Refuse/Resist by Sepultura

I'll fight anyone after hearing that song.

[WCGreen]

21. Deep Purple - Highway Star....

Or Golden Earing - Radar Love...

[BulletproofLandshark]

22. "The Toxic Waltz" - Exodus

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Jx-0VJvQTZM&feature=related

Here's a new dance craze
That's sweeping the nation
It's called the Toxic Waltz
And it's causing devastation
You're jumping up and down
Like a psycho circus clown
Slamming with waltzers
All the way around
You get caught up in the whip
Thrown into a flip
You aim for someone's head
To stain the floor red
Give someone a kick
To prove you're truly sick
Bounce back from some blows
And blood runs out your nose
Flailing round and round
And you're injury bound
Waltz it up!
The pit is it!
You can take your chance
On this rough new dance
If you dare!
To dive in!
There are some that try
But they don't survive
They don't hit!
'cause they're wimps!
And this exercise
helps you brutalize
With us!
Exodus!

(chorus)

Everybody's doing the toxic waltz
Kick your friend in the
head and have a ball
Come on and do the toxic waltz
And slam your partner
against the wall
Everybody's doing the toxic waltz
Good friendly violent fun
in store for all
Get up off your ass
and toxic waltz
If you hit the floor
You can always crawl!

Used to do the monkey
but now it's not cool
The twist and mashed potato
are no exception to the rule
So don't be a dunce
and dance like a runt
Just throw your elbows
with good friendly violent fun
don't start to cry
if you get a black eye
just dive back in
and give another try
but too much action
may leave you in traction
so you better get insurance
no matter your endurance
flailing round and round
and you're injury bound
Waltz it up!
The pit is it!
You can take your chance
on the rough new dance
If you dare!
to dive in!
There are some that try
but they wont survive
They dont hit!
'cause they're wimps!
And this exercise
Helps you brutalize
With us!
Exodus!

(chorus)

Everybody's doing the Toxic Waltz
Kick your friend in the
head and have a ball
Come on and do the toxic waltz
and slam your partner
against the wall
everybody's doing the toxic waltz
good friendly violent fun
in store for all
get up off your ass
and toxic waltz
if you hit the floor you
can always crawl!

Get up on your feet
Don't look so obsolete
And thrash like an athlete!
Don't sit there on your ass
Don't look like you
got too much class
you'll be harassed!
You know we guarantee
This is the key
So rage or get the third degree!
You begin frontal assaults
and start your somersaults
And do the toxic waltz!
Do the toxic waltz!
Do the toxic waltz!
Do the toxic waltz!
Do the toxic waltz!

[flying rabbit]

23. The song with "Let the bodies hit the floor"as the chorus

Also "Dirty deeds"- Great Halo music

[graywarrior]

25. Most songs from American Idiot

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ldas-jZtyNc

[Turbineguy]

26. Anything with bagpipes

music to throttle Nazis by.

[DarkTirade]

28. Hmm... lessee...

An earlier thread about hair bands reminded me of this fake band... :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8nL_fmDCo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evL2sPk8eeY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMtkVYvq-hg

[sakabatou]

30. "Advent: One Winged Angel"

Estuans interius
Ira vehementi
(x2)

Sephiroth!
Sephiroth!

Estuans interius
Ira vehementi
(x2)

Sephiroth!
Sephiroth!

Sors immanis
Et inanis
(x2)

Estuans interius
Ira vehementi
(x2)

Sephiroth!
Sephiroth!

Veni veni venias
Ne me mori facias
(x4)

Haryuu no
hanekata

Veni veni venias
Ne me mori facias
(x4)

Sephiroth!
Sephiroth!

[no name no slogan]

31. This one makes me want to punch God in the face

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pw8sNoodIDk

(link guaranteed Rick Astley-free)

[BulletproofLandshark]

36. My god, that was horrible!

That has to be one of the worst singers I've ever heard. And the keyboard player wasn't much better.

[PassingFair]

32. Bitch.

(m. jagger/k. richards)

Feeling so tired, cant understand it
Just had a fortnights sleep
Im feeling so tired, Im so distracted
Aint touched a thing all week

Im feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy
Aint touched a drink all night
Im feeling hungry, cant see the reason
Just ate a horse meat pie

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright

Yeah, you got to mix it child
You got to fix it must be love
Its a bitch
You got to mix it child
You got to fix it but love
Its a bitch, alright

Sometimes Im sexy, move like a stud
Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes Im so shy, got to be worked on
Dont have no bark or bite, alright

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is bumpin louder than a big bass drum, alright

I said hey, yeah I feel alright now
Got to be a...
Hey, I feel alright now
Hey hey hey
Hey hey yeah...

[Bravo Zulu]

33. warhead

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=739265007

[SoxFan]

35. "Liquid California", Heretix

My brother put this on a mix tape about 13 years ago. All I can say is daaayumn.

Good luck finding it, though.

[Sanctified]

37. "Black Grease" by The Black Angels

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQTkOP60bGg

You're a storm
So emotional
Moody and Controlled
Sly and Involved

You're alright
You come to me in times
You make me realize
I'm not the kindest guy
But I give give give give
I give what I can give
So just give give give give
Give me what you have dear

Slow, you kept me in that storm
You showed me things galore
Made me want much more

And now denied
The things I saw inside
The things I saw inside
Is what really caught my eye
And you give give give give
Give what you can
And Ill live live live lvie
Live while I can dear

You're so surprised
You see me put up fights
You hear me realize
You come along for rides

You're just so kind
The eagle with red wine
You made me see that bright eye
Between me and time
To just kill kill kill kill
You kill what you can
And you kill kill kill kill
Anything you want

[rug]

38. Live

http://youtube.com/watch?v=JgQqnzdVqJk

[Downtown Hound]

39. "Sin" by Nine Inch Nails

[Political Heretic]

40. Meshuggah - Rational Gaze

Rational Gaze lyrics

Music: Fredrik Thordendal
Lyrics: Tomas Haake

Squint your eyes to see clearly. Blur reality to make it real
Let focus go from your deceiving eyes to know what's been concealed
We've all been blinded - Subjects to visual misinformation
A systematic denial of the crystalline

To see the fine grain, to read the hidden words
The context of parallel truth - Devoid of fragmentation

Our light-induced image of truth - Filtered blank of its substance
As our eyes won't adhere to intuitive lines
Everything examined, Separated, one thing at a time
The harder we stare the more complete the disintegration.
-Dissolution

Eyes re-opened, Reasoning focalized, Receptors activated

Perspectives distorted
The ladder beyond our grasp
The twin-headed serpent forever hidden
Where's the true knowledge -
Where engines of the sane & insanity merge
The clarity. The unity

Reality untouchable, transparent, invisible
to our fixed, restricted fields of vision
Existence taken for granted. -Absolute

Possessed, owned, controlled
By the common sense-infected rational gaze
Onward forever we walk among the ignorant
Never stray from the common lines

[Droopy]

42. "Entrance of the Conflagration" by Trivium

You all need to get evil with the metal.

[Rhythm]

43. Danzig - "Left Hand Black"

Gets me wound up every time, even after hearing it live probably 30+ times (including the time this vid was filmed)...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBwNFKHbbKU

Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye
Kinda like a madness that refuses to subside
Kinda like everything you want just within your grasp
Kinda like how a banshee-wail dances on a living heart

I'm gonna stand at the top of the world and
Challenge the heavens
Gonna bring you god
Gonna bring you god
In the palm of the left hand black
Gonna bring you god

Kinda like when the sun goes down and darkness makes its climb
Kinda like all your muscle tissue starting to unwind
Kinda like if you brave the hate
Feed it to the left hand black
How i know i can take their power
Send it back at triple times the strength

I'm gonna stand at the top of the world and
Challenge the heavens
Gonna bring you god
Gonna bring you god
In the palm of the left hand black
Gonna bring you god

I will see the battle and the bleeding human race
I will miss the taste of it, its sweet and warm embrace
I will see the world's demise--its last and final gasp
I will see reality explode into another kind of life

I'm gonna stand at the top of the world and
Challenge the heavens
Gonna bring you god
Gonna bring you god
In the palm of the left hand black
Gonna bring you god