Last Update: 11/1/2020 0018
Originally recorded by Alice Cooper
No more mister nice guy
Me, a nice guy? Yeah, right!
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin real shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
I'm not hard to get along with
I'm impossible
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin real shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom's been thrown out of the social circle
My dad's had to hide
I went to church incognito
And everybody rose
The reverend Smith,
he recognized me
Punched me in the nose
He said no more nice guy
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
No more (no more) mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene, oh yeah
And actually, I was never nice in the first place
Originally released on the "Super Mario Bros." Soundtrack.
Make up the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say, not as you do
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Self esteem you seem to lack
Point the finger, there's three pointing back
Control's the illusion with all good intent
Evil's contagious, you laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Watching pain is your only pleasure
Sick fascination for someone's disaster
Self suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Can't stop looking, times are bad
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me, pushing me to a breakpoint
In my opinion as a professional
I recommend we straight jacket the son of a bitch
Lock him in a rubber room, sedate him, heavily
And when he wakes up, if he wakes up
We'll see if he can be a nice boy
Sedate me? Huh, cool!
Straight jacket? Hey, hey, let go, hey, arghhh!
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, don't push me
Originally released on the "Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey" Soundtrack.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
I'm not going to wake up today
They've pulled my plug, the picture fades
And as my body decays, mold begins to fill my grave
The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays
Go to hell
As they bury me now, six feet, there my body lies
Still feel like I'm going down, I hear a distant wailing cry
God, something must have gone wrong
And much too late I realize
Go to hell
I saw my funeral that day
I know who didn't show to mourn
My judgement was life in hell
Pillars of pain and thorns
My only friend's the goat
With 666 between his horns
Go to hell
Place all your trust here in me
Rest assured these things I know
And as Charon sails the sea
Your journey too shall end below
Ah yes you're all sitting ducks
It's true you reap what you sew
Go to hell
Now I lay me down to sleep
Blah blah blah, my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I'll go to hell for heaven's sake
Originally released on the "Last Action Hero" Soundtrack.
The more of you that I inspect
The more of me I see reflect
The more I try to read your lips
The more the mask you're wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
Raving impossibilities
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged, my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
And when the story takes a twist
It folds like a contortionist
Slight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged, my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
The searing of the sinew, body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue, my lungs begin to tear
Gravity's got my bones, it pulls my flesh away
The steam finally dissipates, I make out my sweaty face
Association that I choose
Game I inevitably lose
Governed by laws set up by me
Fracture it's jaw to let me be
A cutout cardboard condo maze
Filled with an insubordinate race
Irrational youths stop to stare
As music rubber hosed the air
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged, my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry again
And again, and again, again
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged, my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
Originally Released on the "Beavis And Butthead Experience" compilation album.
If I see the morning hours
I'll have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow
Cause I've burned out my today
If I get up to the top I know
I'll just go back downhill
I've got a terminal future
And it's time to write my will
I down another glass of courage
And a shot of thorazine
We're not ready to see you yet
Ninety nine ways to die
We're not ready to see you yet
Got a short between the earphones
Wringing my hands in dismay
A more efficient maniac
With two
feet in the grave
Ain't got no last words to say
Yellow streak right up my spine
The gun in my mouth was real
And the taste it blew my mind
In a black tie and straight jacket
Man I'm gonna try again
We're not ready to see you yet
Ninety nine ways to die
We're not ready to see you yet
We're not ready to see you yet
Ninety nine ways to die
We're not ready to see you yet
Perhaps a demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Nevermind the tree
There is only death and danger
In the sockets of my eyes
A playground of illusion
No one plays, they only die
There's a prison in my mind
And the bars are gonna break
I'm as mad as a hatter
And strung out just the same
Taunting rigor mortis
I feel it draw me in
We're not ready to see you yet
Ninety nine ways to die
We're not ready to see you yet
We're not ready to see you yet
Ninety nine ways to die
We're not ready to see you yet
We're not ready
We're not ready
We're not ready
Ninety nine, ninety nine
Originally recorded by Black Sabbath
Finished with my woman
Cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think that I'm insane
Because I'm frowning all the time
All day long I think of things
But nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind
If I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me
Occupy my brain
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
I need someone to show me
The things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things
That make true happiness
I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh
And you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel
So love to me us so unreal
And so as you hear these words
Telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life
I wish I could but it's too late
It's too late
Too late
Originally released on the "Demon Knight" Soundtrack.
Sacriledge and blasphemy set the stage today
The more insatiable the sex
The more swelled our tongues became
As prehistoric as it seems, this is now, today
As prehistoric as it seems, this is now
Talkin bout no vision, talkin bout no dream
The harlot puddles for her lies, from where she speaks
I look above and see entrails in the sky
This one ain't over till the fat lady dies
One man rules the earth
And rides the seven headed beast
Ten diadems, to crown them all
The world, religion at his feet
Dreams are told of dreams of old
This day will surely come
So, run my child and hide your face
Once you've been marked
You're finished, done
You'll become one
You're mine
You're one
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
Vengence is mine
Vengence is mine
The netherworld and Sheol
Are never satisfied
So the eyes of man are never satisfied
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
Originally recorded by The Sex Pistols.
Too many problems, oh why am I here
I need to be me, cause you're all too clear
And I can see there's something wrong with you
What do you expect me to do
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no one
You got your body in suspension
That's a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don't do what you want, then you fade away
You won't find me working nine to five
It's too much fun of being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
You won't find me living for the screen
Are you getting lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
What what you gonna do, problem
It's a problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I ain't death trip, but I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying ecstatic
Don't you give me any orders
To people like me there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
I'll leave it to you
A problem,
the problem is you
You got a problem, what you gonna do
They don't know a doctor, gonna take you away
They take you away and throw away the key
They don't want you and they don't want me
You got a problem the problem is you
Problem, what you gonna do
Problem, have you got a problem
Problem, you got a problem
Problem, problem
Problem, problem
Problem, problem
Problem, problem
Problem, problem
Problem, problem
Problem