Coldplay - Viva La Vida

Cemeteries of London
At night they would go walking
'till the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets
They go searching to see God
In their own way
Save the night time
For your weeping
Your weeping

Singing la la la la la la ehh
And the night over London hey

So we rode down to the river
Where the
(something something)
For the curses to be broken
We go underneath the arches
Where the witches are
(something something)
There are ghost towns
In the ocean
The ocean

Singing la la la la la la ehh
And the night over London hey

Gunners in the houses
And gunners in my head
And all the cemeteries
In London
I see god come in my garden
But I don't know what he said
For my heart it wasn't open
Not open

Singing
La la la la la la ehh
And the night
Over London hey

Singing
La la la la la la eh
There's no light
Over London today

Lost
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I will cross

Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I've tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost

Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing starts
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off…

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Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh...

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head oh…
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well oh…

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you oh oh
Oh oh…

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head
Oh...

Lovers In Japan
Lovers, keep on the road you're on
Runners, until the race is run
Soldiers, you've got to soldier on
Sometimes even right is wrong

They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day, we are gonna get out

Tonight maybe we're gonna run
Dreaming of the Osaka sun
Ohh ohh...
Dreaming of when the morning comes

They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day the sun will come out

Reign of Love
Reign of love
I can't let go
To the sea I offer
This heavy load

Locusts will lift me up
I'm just a prisoner
In a Reign of love

Locusts will
Let us stop
I wish I'd spoken
To the Reign of love

Reign of love
By the church we're waiting
Reign of love
My knees go praying

How I wish I'd spoken up
Or we'd been carried
To the Reign of love

Yes
When it started we had hopes
Now my back's on the line
My back's on the ropes

When it started we were alright
But night makes a fool of us in daylight

Yeah we were dying of frustration
Saying "Lord lead me not into temptation"

But it's not easy when she turns you on
Since they gone

If you'll only, if you'll only say yes
Whether you will's anybody's guess

God, only God knows I'm trying my best
But I'm so tired of this loneliness

So, up they picked me by the big toe
I was held from the rooftop then they let go

There's only screaming
Let the windows down
As I come to the ground

If you'll only, if you'll only say yes
Whether you will's anybody's guess

God, only God knows she won't let me rest
But I'm just so tired of this loneliness
I've become so tired of this loneliness

Chinese Sleep Chant
Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep crucify (??)
Sleep crucify (??)

Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Viva La Vida
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Violet Hill
Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
And went out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft

Bury me in honor
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home unfolds

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

I don't want to be a soldier
With the captain of some sinking ship
With snow, far below

So if you love me
Why'd you let me go?

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

So if you love me
Won't you let me know?

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?

Strawberry Swing
They were sitting
They were sitting
In the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking
In the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water
Bring me round
Now my feet
Won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up
To strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People leaving all the time
Inside
A perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna curve away
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time

Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time

Could be blue
Could be grey
Without you
I'm just miles away

Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time

Death And All His Friends
All winter
We got carried
Oh
Way over on the rooftops
Let's get married
All summer we just hurried
So come over
Just be patient
And don't worry
So come over
Just be patient
And don't worry

So come over
Just be patient
And don't worry
And don't worry

No I don't wanna battle
From beginning to end
I don't wanna cycle
Recycle revenge
I don't wanna follow
Death and all his friends

No I don't wanna battle
From beginning to end
I don't wanna cycle
Recycle revenge
I don't wanna follow
Death and all of his friends

The Escapist
And in the end
We lie awake
And we dream
We'll make an escape

And in the end
We lie awake
And we dream
We'll make an escape

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Motley Crue - Saints of Los Angeles


L.A.M.F
Slithering towards the dream,
All infected with the same disease,
Awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver.
As the fat rats grovel,
Ready to steal your innocence and exploit your soul
Some will hit their knees in a rancid act of desperation

While others search for a hopeless god to save them

For every FOUR, there will be 100,000 fallen

Drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed

This city...full of plastic angels will seduce you...

WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES....

Face Down In The Dirt
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

All I ever heard as a kid was "you're born to lose"
All I ever wanted was a shot at breakin' the rules

I wanna make a lotta money
But I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna get a real job
I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt
With a bullet it my head

I ran away and pawned my soul for a switchblade knife
Met a man from mars and a couple other freaks that night

I wanna take on the world
I wanna bang a million girls
I don't wanna wear a three piece suit
I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt
With a bullet it my head

It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

What's It Gonna Take
We were drinkin' dinner on the sunset strip
The girls doin' powder got a little on her lip
It's just another night... Man I can't take this

Runnin' outta money and I can't pay the rent
The man at the label say we'll never write a hit
Shit... Man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of livin in the gutter
Get Me Outta Here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here

So we wrote another song cut a demo on a dime
They didn't like the sound, we didn't fit the times
And the radio station said "it's way too loud"

We took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
It's just another fight...man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow
What's it gonna take to make it
In the city of sin and the decay of angels
What's it gonna take
To make it out of here

Down At The Whisky
We're runaways in a band
All roads lead to Hollywood
We'll leave a scar, won't give a damn
Vandalize the neighborhood
Do you remember when ?
We slept all day in our clothes
That's ok in hollywood
Another shot, another show
All night long at the whisky a-go-go

We were on the run
Got loaded like a shotgun
Livin out a dream
Down at the whisky
We never made a dime
But, God we had a good time
We always made a scene
Down at the whisky

LA girls they paid the rent
While we got drunk on sunset strip
And all the cash they made we spent
On tattoos and cigarettes
We were born to fight
And we were getting high
Livin' out our dreams down at the whisky

Saints Of Los Angeles
Tonight...
There's gonna be a fight
So if you need a place to go
Got a two room slum
A mattress and a gun
And the cops don't never show

So come right in
Cuz everybody sins
Welcome to the scene of the crime
You want it? Believe it
We got it if you need it
The devil is a friend of mine

If you think it's crazy
You ain't seen a thing
Just wait until we're going down in flames

We are...we are the saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are...we are the saints
One day you will confess
Pray to the saints of Los Angeles.

Redline...trippin' on a land mine
Sippin' at the trubador
Girl's passed out naked in the back lounge
Everybody's gonna score

She's jacked up She's down on her luck
You want it, you need it
The devil's gonna feed it

Don't you say it's crazy
You don't' know a thing
Just wait until we're going down in flames

Give it up give it up...

Mutherfucker Of The Year
I'm just a thorn your side
The disrespect in your eye
I can't control myself

I'm like the snake in your drain
I'm taking over your brain
Cause I can't help myself

Every time I turn my head
I can hear everything that said
I know they wish I'd go away

(Chorus)
Here I am again
Hey now hey now
I'm the Mutha Fucker Of The Year

Call me the jackal in heat
The blackest cat on the street
You better watch yourself

A hand grenade with no pin
A razor blade going in
I'm going straight to hell

Every time I turn my head
I can hear everything that said
I know they wish I'd go away

The Animal In Me
It feels like thunder
When you're slowly digging in
It kind of makes me wonder
All about the lovers that have been

Lying in my bed with their hands tied up
I knew it all along that it wasn't enough

Cause when I got a taste of you
I found something to sink my teeth into

It's a hurt that never heals
It's the deepest cut you feel
It's the thing in you that feeds
The animal in me

It's the darker side of lust
It's the other side of us
It's the thing in you that feeds
The animal in me

I want to be your last breath
Before you suffocate
A kiss you can't forget
Like a wedding on a rainy day

The chills keep shooting down the back of my neck
Like a freight train pounding in the pit of my chest

Welcome To The Machine
Step right up and listen
Welcome to the show
Sign on the x to sell your soul

It's so automatic
Hocking broken plastic
Royalties you'll never know

Rotting to the core
Give your ass like a whore
Once you take a hit
You need more more more more...

(Chorus)

Welcome to the machine
Once it sucks you in you'll never leave
Grind you up spit you out
After all you're just a piece of meat
Welcome to the machine

Count your days they're numbered
Where you gonna be
When it all goes down in flames

Sell out to the rats
Make em rich make em fat
Get a poison dwarf to watch your back

Just Another Psycho
They opened up the door
To my insanity
They should it slammed left it shut right then
And thrown away the key

They stiched up my head
From my lobotomy
They should have never let me out
I'm public enemy

I'm not okay
The voices in my head always say

(Chorus)

I should be committed
For being so twisted
Cause everyone knows
I'm just another psycho

I went to the doctor
It wasn't a shocker
When he said I should know
I'm just another psycho

Shoved into a hole
Got covered up with dirt
That's no way to treat someone
Who's feeling's don't get hurt

I don't need a reason
To hurt you just for fun
I'll terrorize your perfect life
Yeah...you better run

Chicks = Trouble
Rolls royce shoppin
Vicaden poppin
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills

Gold card lover
Accountants run for cover
Gucci went and jacked up my bills

I shouldn't say this
But truth be told
I really thought that pussy was.......... Gold

Chicks= trouble
Ya add it up and you get what ya get
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in the shit

Ya i have a jet
but my balls are deep in debt
And all she hears is ch ch ching

But she wants more
A gold diggin whore
Here come the lawyers again again again

Chicks= trouble
Ya add it up and you get what ya get
Chicks= trouble
They'll kick ya when you're down in the ditch
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in the shit

Hef never said i could catch this from a centerfold
But i got it bad and the doctor said i shoulda known
I shoulda known
I shoulda known

This Ain't A Love Song
I met her down at Marylin's grave
Lookin' like an S & M slave
Drinkin' like a fool
With a prison tattoo on her cheek
Well I knew that we would never last
Cuz we were runnin' from our criminal past
But none of that mattered
I was high and she was flattered by me

I had wine and 2-gram lines
To get inside her head
There was no need for roses
I just layed her down in bed

(Chorus)

This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
Let's do it all night long

She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Mulholland Drive
Lookin for a place to suck a little face and get high
Suzy wouldn't call it love
She was good just givin' it up
All she really wanted was a little rock and roll tonight

She said turn it up so fucking loud
That I can't hear my mind
She bit down on the bedpost
And I watched Suzy grind

White Trash Circus
I opened up the bottle and I fell out of bed
I couldn't find the floor until it hit me in the head
I did a little powder off the bathroom sink
It's been about a month and something's starting to stink
Me and the band we are starting to fight
Cuz if we got along it just wouldn't feel right

(Chorus)
We're the white trash circus...Don't give a damn
We'll steal your girl whenever we can
We're the drunken gods of the living dead
We're the voice, we're the voice
We're the voice in your head
We're the trash, we're the trash
We're the trash in your bed

Been livin' on the road about a year and a half
If we go another mile we're gonna kick each other's ass
Someone's gonna quit or someone's gonna die
And we don't give a shit because we're busy getting' high
Another lawsuit and another arrest
Wouldn't change a thing because we love it to death

(Chorus)

We're the son's of the devil, were the blood on the stage
You can love us you can hate us but will never go away...

Goin' Out Swingin'
Just a gang of four
Got each other's back
Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack

Tearin' up the world
Put ourselves through hell
Just to have a story we can tell

You can't stop us cuz' we're

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it

Local gutter rats
On the streets of gold
Crashing stolen cars and sellin' souls

Setting off alarms
Watch the system burn
Ain't it crazy how the tables turn

You can't stop us cuz' we're

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it

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