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JUSTICE LYRICS
"Live '99" (1999 Live album)
1. Sad but true (Metallica cover)
2. Whiskey in the jar (Metallica-Version cover)
3. Melancholy (Iced Earth cover)
4. Opium (Moonspell cover)
5. Along comes Mary (Bloodhound Gang cover)
6. Pretty fly (for a white guy) (The Offspring cover)
7. Why don't you get a job (The Offspring cover)
8. Pushed again (Die Toten Hosen cover)
9. Run to the beast (Iron Maiden cover)
10. Fear of the dark (Iron Maiden cover)
11. Fly (Crematory cover)
12. Malice through the looking glass (Cradle of Filth cover)
13. Snap your fingers, snap your neck (Prong cover)
1. Sad but true (Metallica cover)
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
They
They betray
I'm your only true friend now
They
They'll betray
I'm forever there
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
You know it's sad but true
You
You're my mask
You're my cover, my shelter
You
You're my mask
You're the one who's blamed
Do
Do my work
Do my dirty work, scapegoat
Do
Do my deeds
For you're the one who's shamed
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must stea
L I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
You know it's sad but true
Hate
I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
Pay
Pay the price
Pay, for nothing's fair
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
Hey
I'm your life
And I no longer care
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
Sad But True
2. Whiskey in the jar (Metallica-Version cover)
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take you"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah
3. Melancholy (Iced Earth cover)
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day
For years I've tried to teach
But their eyes are empty
Empty too I have become
For them I must die
A sad and troubled race
An ungrateful troubled place
(chorus)
I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries
Devoid of all the passion
The human spirit cannot die
Look at the pain around me
This is what I cry for
Look at the pain around me
This is what I'll die for
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day
The things I've said and done
Don't matter to anyone
But still, you push me to see
Something, I can never be
Why am I their shattered king?
I don't mean anything
I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries
Devoid of all the passion
The human spirit cannot die
Look at the pain around me
This is what I cry for
Look at the pain around me
This is what I'll die for
4. Opium (Moonspell cover)
Opium, desire or will?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion, through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy
Opium, bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red,
little jewels of atrocity
Opium, I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
when you burn in Me
Opium, we fantasize
as we fuse with your root
You are a strange flower,
we are your strangest fruit
Opium, it burns in me and you
Opium, it burns for me and for you
"Por isso eu tomo opio, é um remédio.
Sou um convalescente do momento.
Moro no rés do chão do pensamento
E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio"
5. Along comes Mary (Bloodhound Gang cover)
Every time I think that
I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness
Is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played
The neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free and
Let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much
when told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
And when the morning of the warning's passed
The gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs have all been sung
And hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains,
The dead remains of all the pain
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
6. Pretty fly (for a white guy) (The Offspring cover)
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly
For a white guy.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today.
Our subject isn't cool,
But he fakes it anyway.
He may not have a clue;
And he may not have style.
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial.
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabe's.
So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly
For a white guy.
He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice.
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice.
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass.
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass.
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world loves wannabe's.
So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing
Now he's getting a tattoo.
Yeah he's gettin' ink done.
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'.
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip.
But in his own mind
He's the, he's the dopest trip.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabe's.
Oh the world loves wannabe's.
So let's get some more wannabe's.
And (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing.
7. Why don't you get a job (The Offspring cover)
My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"
She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
Cause that girl's got expensive taste
I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?
Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don't come along
every day
Let me tell you about my other friend now
My friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?
I won't give you no money, I always pay
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
8. Pushed again (Die Toten Hosen cover)
Whispering voices in my head
Sounds like they’re calling my name
A heavy hand is shaking my bed
I’m waking up and I feel the strain
I’m feeling pushed again...
Why should I go where everyone goes?
Why should I do what everyone does
I don’t like it when you get too close
I don’t want to be under your thumb
I’m feeling pushed again...
Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Solitude is a faithful friend
Turn the lights off - I’m not home
Can’t you see
I don’t need your help?
You’re going fast when I want to go slow
You make me run when I want to walk
You’re sending me down on rocky road
I get confused
When you start to talk
I’m feeling pushed again...
Why can’t you
Just leave me alone?
You’re dragging me right to the edge
I’ve got to go
When you jerk my rope
I don’t know
Where the good times went
And I’m sick of this pain
In my head
And I’m scared I’m being pushed
Pushed again
It’s getting more than I can take
It’s like a band
Tightening around my head
If you keeping pushing
Something’s going to brake
It’s making me think
I’d be better off dead
Why can’t you
Just leave me alone?
Solitude is a faithful friend
I’ll sort my life
Out on my own
I just want this pressure to end
And I’m sick of this pain
In my head
And I’m scared I’m being pushed
Pushed again
And I’m sick of this pain
In my head
And I’m scared I’m being pushed
Pushed again
9. Run to the beast (Iron Maiden cover)
10. Fear of the dark (Iron Maiden cover)
Willst du in die Zukunft sehen -
Musst du mit dem Teufel reden
Wirst du dann um Gnade flehen -
Oder nur die Zeit verdrehen
Hast die Menschheit in der Hand -
Darum zeige mir das neue Land
Willst du mit mir tanzen gehen -
Alles in Schutt und Asche legen
Fly like an angel
Fly like the dust
Fly to the Oceans
Fly like hand - made god
Niemand will dein Zeichen sehen -
Wirst ihnen bald ihr Leben nehmen
Blut und Feuer an den Haenden -
Opfernamen an den Waenden
Angst und Trauer in der Nacht -
Sobald die boese Saat erwacht
Einst noch von der Sonne verborgen
Was gestern ward ist morgen verstorben
Fly like an angel
Fly like the dust
Fly to the oceans
Fly like a hand - made god
Die Zeit des Wartens ist vorueber -
Du stehst einer neuen Welt gegenueber
Die Waelder sind tot, die Fluesse sind leer -
Das leben existiert nicht mehr
Wer dies zerstoerte kann man erraten -
Doch waren dies unsere letzten Taten
Ob du das wolltest oder nicht -
erzaehlt dir keiner mehr du armer Wicht
11. Fly (Crematory cover)
Willst du in die Zukunft sehen -
Musst du mit dem Teufel reden
Wirst du dann um Gnade flehen -
Oder nur die Zeit verdrehen
Hast die Menschheit in der Hand -
Darum zeige mir das neue Land
Willst du mit mir tanzen gehen -
Alles in Schutt und Asche legen
Fly like an angel
Fly like the dust
Fly to the Oceans
Fly like hand - made god
Niemand will dein Zeichen sehen -
Wirst ihnen bald ihr Leben nehmen
Blut und Feuer an den Haenden -
Opfernamen an den Waenden
Angst und Trauer in der Nacht -
Sobald die boese Saat erwacht
Einst noch von der Sonne verborgen
Was gestern ward ist morgen verstorben
Fly like an angel
Fly like the dust
Fly to the oceans
Fly like a hand - made god
Die Zeit des Wartens ist vorueber -
Du stehst einer neuen Welt gegenueber
Die Waelder sind tot, die Fluesse sind leer -
Das leben existiert nicht mehr
Wer dies zerstoerte kann man erraten -
Doch waren dies unsere letzten Taten
Ob du das wolltest oder nicht -
erzaehlt dir keiner mehr du armer Wicht
12. Malice through the looking glass (Cradle of Filth cover)
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer this confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice
"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
"I will answer thy prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life....
13. Snap your fingers, snap your neck (Prong cover)
nothing breeds more contempt for this world
than memories now formed every moment
a new seed is grown to no reason the
trouble unfolds for the trials of today
i'm no jury really don't care how you feel the pleasant notion of miraculous change
drifts into multiple jeers you want the good life
you break your back you snap your fingers
you snap your neck seconds drip thru my hands
washed of moments unborn all the spaces
between bleed a tribute to a sacrament
never exposed a message to the forces,
I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel expectations
of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal
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