Sing Along With Vampy!

Brilliant?
We're describing something dumb
You create to desecrate the villain I've become
A prophet, not to be made but heard
Speaks in tongues and sarcasm
To me it's plain, to you absurd

You don't know me let alone my intent
Actions do not always self represent
I don't feel urgency in explaining
My conscience so vaguely clear

Seen as jealousy so fast across the earth
Flower blooms it's planting fumes
The miracle rebirth
A cynic, in the search of something more
The fragrant air cannot compare
To what it was the day before

Remember the good old days
Remember the sound
Remember the sweet mustiness underground
No, I don't feel the need for relivin'
Some things are better off dead

Never thought the furnace
Was going to burn us
We worked the bellows for so long
The comfort of the fire appetize us
Looks like we burned ourselves alive

Remember the old band we filled ears with pain
Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
I don't miss my span of attention
I do miss my old friend Tim.

He was a king 'til she laid waste
now he can not fill up the space
and I just see him drifting
while he's drifting
on bourbon alley, feeling low
just because she let him go
I don't think he even knows
he'll ever be fine

And he's got a head full of ideas
let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe
and he's got a heart made of pure gold
and something else, many tricks up his sleeve
you might think he's a jester
because he'll make you laugh til' you cry
and what else, you better come with your best
if you test him, unless you're ready to die

Wonder woman got rid of wonder man
that man's not part of your wonder plan
letter to the so called better bet on my man
believe it you will find out baby, damn

Head full of ideas
let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe
and he's got a heart made of pure gold
and something else, so many tricks up his sleeve
you might think he's a jester
because he'll make you laugh til' you cry
and what else, you better come with your best
if you test him, unless you're ready to die

A million people come and go
through a persons ebb and flow
and faces keep on changing
while there changing
a certain few will stay in tact
when they're not they'll don an act
I know this important fact
don't get confused like

And he's got a head full of ideas
let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe
and he's got a heart made of pure gold
and something else, so many tricks up his sleeve
you might think he's a jester
because he'll make you laugh til' you cry
and what else, you better come with your best
if you test him, unless you're ready to die

First you love him then your loving him not
all the while he just smiles, giving all that he's got
do you find it in your heart to say he's not what you sought
do you want me to continue with this, or what

woahohohohohohohooh yeah
woahohohohohohohooh yeah

Head full of ideas
let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe
and he's got a heart made of pure gold
and something else, so many tricks up his sleeve
sleeve, sleeve

Beck! 😱

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

I Monster droolio

daydream,
i fell asleep amid the flowers,
for a couple of hours,
on a beautiful day.
daydream,
i dream of you amid the flowers,
for a couple of hours,
such a beautiful day.

i dream a dirty dream of ya baby
you're crawling on the bathroom floor,
you float around the room and you're naked,
then you're flying out the bedroom door,
i dream a dirty dream x2

daydream,
i fell asleep amid the flowers,
for a couple of hours,
on a beautiful day.
daydream,
i dream of you amid the flowers,
for a couple of hours,
such a beautiful day.

i dream a dirty dream of you baby
you're swinging from the chandalier
i'm climbing up the walls cos i want ya
but when i reach ya, you dissappear,
i dream a dirty dream x2

daydream, i fell asleep amid the flowers, for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day.
daydream, i dream of you amid the flowers, for a couple of hours, such a beautiful day.

daydream,
i fell asleep amid the flowers,
for a couple of hours,
on a beautiful day.
daydream,
i dream of you amid the flowers,
for a couple of hours,
such a beautiful day.

The Wall; By Pink Floyd

25 years. Where does the time go? Time to sing some Wall!

"The Show Must Go On"

Ooooh, Ma, Oooh Pa
Must the show go on?
Ooooh, Pa. Take me home
Ooooh, Ma. Let me go

There must be some mistake
I didnt mean to let them
Take away my soul.
Am I too old, is it too late?

Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh Pa,
Where has the feeling gone?
Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh Pa,
Will I remember the songs?
The show must go on.

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?

Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?

[EDIT]

Take it, Corran!

Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?

Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?

Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?

Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

(sound of TV being turned on.)

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"
"Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?"
"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long"
"Can Loca ride?"
"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything"
"Goodbye Chenga"
"Goodbye miss ..."
"I'll be back"

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?