We are the crowd, we’re c-coming out
got my flash on it’s true, need that picture of you
it’s so magical, we’d be so fantastico
Leather and jeans, garage glamorous
Not sure what it means but this photo of us
It don’t have a price, ready for those flashing lights
’cause you know that baby I

I’m your biggest fan
I’ll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi
baby, there’s no other superstar
you know that I’ll be your papa-paparazzi
promise I’ll be kind, but I won’t stop until that boy is mine
baby you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
papa-paparazzi

I’ll be your girl backstage at your show
velvet ropes and guitars, yeah ’cause you’re my rockstar
in between the sets, eyeliner and cigarettes
shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn
my lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry
it don’t have a price, loving you is cherry pie
’cause you know that baby I

I’m your biggest fan
I’ll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi
baby there’s no other superstar
you know that I’ll be your papa-paparazzi
promise I’ll be kind but I won’t stop until that boy is mine
baby you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
papa-paparazzi

real good, we dance in the studio
snap snap, to that shit on the radio
don’t stop for anyone
we’re plastic but we still have fun

I’m your biggest fan
I’ll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi
baby there’s no other superstar
you know that I’ll be your papa-paparazzi
promise I’ll be kind but I won’t stop until that boy is mine
baby you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
papa-paparazzi

Artist: Lady GaGa
Album: The Fame
Release Date: 2008

Weh-hell!

Well they blew the horns
And the walls came down
They’d all been warned
And the walls came dow-own

They stood there laughing
They’re not laughing anymor-ore
The walls came down, ahhh

Sanctuary fades, congregation splits
Nightly military raids, the congregation splits
It’s a song of assassins, ringin’ in your ears
We got terrorists thinking, playing on fears

Well they blew the horns
And the walls came down
They’d all been warned
But the walls came down

I don’t think there are any Russians
And there ain’t no Yanks
Just corporate criminals
Playin’ with tanks

Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Yes, come on
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
Come on, come on, come on
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Wake up
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Go, yeah-eah
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Woh-woh
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah, Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Die-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah…

Artist: The Call
Album: Modern Romans
Release Date: 1983

Under the cover of night
She crawls into sight
Her skin is cold china white
She’s a dark angel wearing dark glasses
Dark shadows under long false lashes

The night exposes the cracks
She wears her makeup like wax
To hide every scratch
’cause she a dark angel riding dark horses
Sitting pretty in her dim lit covers … i say

Black cars look better in the shade
She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps

For all those phantom lovers in her dreams

She smokes them French cigarettes
In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress
She cuts a perfect silhouette

But she’s a dark angel wearing dark glasses
A fading beauty as the night time passes … I say

Black cars look better in the shade
Black cars look better in the shade

Artist: Gino Vanelli
Album: Black Cars
Release Date: 1985

Trying hard now
It’s so hard now
Trying hard now

Getting strong now
Won’t be long now
Getting strong now

Gonna fly now
Flying high now
Gonna fly, fly, fly…

Artist: Bill Conti
Album: Rocky OST
Release Date: 1976

When I’m with you baby, I go out of my head
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough
All the things you do to me and everything you said
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough

We slip and slide as we fall in love
And I just can’t seem to get enough of

We walk together, we’re walking down the street
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough
Every time I think of you I know we have to meet
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough

It’s getting hotter, it’s a burning love
And I just can’t seem to get enough of…

I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough

And when it rains, you’re shining down for me
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough
Just like a rainbow you know you set me free
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough

You’re like an angel and you give me your love
And I just can’t seem to get enough…

I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough…

Artist: Depeche Mode
Album: Just Can’t Get Enough
Release Date: 1981

She grew up in a Indiana town,
Had a good lookin’ mama who never was around.
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night.

Well she moved down here at the age of eighteen,
She blew the boys away; was more than they’d seen.
I was introduced and we both started groovin’
She said, "I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin’ – on.
Keep movin’ on."

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again.

Well I don’t know but I’ve been told, you never slow down,
you never grow old.
I’m tired of screwin’ up, tired of goin’ down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town,
Oh my, my, oh hell yes – Honey put on that party dress.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come . cause I can’t stay long.

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again.

There’s pigeons down on Market Square,
She’s standing in her underwear.
Lookin’ down from a hotel room,
Nightfall will be coming soon.
Oh my, my, oh hell yes, you got to put on that party dress.
It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone.
I hit my last number, I walked to the road.

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again.

Artist: Tom Petty
Album: Into The Great Wide Open
Release Date: 1991

It’s been such a long time
I think I should be goin’, yeah
And time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on rollin’
Sail on, on a distant highway
I’ve got to keep on chasin’ a dream
I’ve gotta be on my way
Wish there was something I could say.

Well I’m takin’ my time, I’m just movin’ on
You’ll forget about me after I’ve been gone
And I take what I find, I don’t want no more
It’s just outside of your front door.

It’s been such a long time. It’s been such a long time.

Well I get so lonely when I am without you
But in my mind, deep in my mind,
I can’t forget about you
Good times, and faces that remind me
I’m tryin’ to forget your name and leave it all behind me
You’re comin’ back to find me.

Well I’m takin’ my time, I’m just movin’ on
You’ll forget about me after I’ve e been gone
And I take what I find, I don’t want no more
It’s just outside of your our front door.

It’s been such a long time. It’s been such a long time.

Yeah. It’s been such a long time, I think I should be goin’, yeah
And time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on rollin’
There’s a long road, I’ve gotta stay in time with
I’ve got to keep on chasin’ that dream, though I may never find it
I’m always just behind it.

Well I’m takin’ my time, I’m just movin’ along
Takin’ my time, just movin’ along
Takin’ my time, takin’ my time…

Artist: Boston
Album: Boston
Release Date: 1976

I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you’re still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

Now where’s your picket fence love
And where’s that shiny car
Did it ever get you far?
You never seem so tense, love
Never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I’m lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man thats worth the damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
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Tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself
Where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I’m lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that’s worth the damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell

Now you’ll never see
What you’ve done to me
You can take back your memories
They’re no good to me
And here’s all your lies
If you look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that’s worth the damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you hear this song and you sing along well you’ll never tell
And you’re the fool I’ve just as well I hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell

Artist: The All American Rejects
Album: Gives You Hell
Release Date: 2008

The streets of tarmac are straight as a die
With steel fingers clawing at the sky
Inside the wall of the citadel
Yellow chariots race
Peasants and their peasants’ smells
Hungry enough to touch your face.

The beasts from the end of the century
Adorn themselves with jewelry
Inside the wall of the citadel
Yellow chariots race
Peasants and their peasants’ smells
Hungry enough to touch your face.

Their eyes they change color from grey to green
And when they’re blue they weigh the scene
The endless games played in the timeless zone
Remind me all roads lead to Rome.
Inside the wall of the citadel
Yellow chariots race
Peasants and their peasants’ smells
Hungry to touch your frightened face.

All roads lead to Rome
All roads lead to Rome
All roads lead to Rome

Artist: The Stranglers
Album: Feline
Release Date: 1983

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm, you sound the alarm.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm, you sound the alarm.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Poor me, the Israelite.
I wonder who I’m working for.
Poor me, Israelite,
I look a-down and out, sir.

Artist: Desmond Dekker And The Aces
Album: 20 Reggae Classics, Vol. 2: Inspiration Continues
Release Date: 1988