juice from the generator More volts! More volts! More volts! "more suck at the duct" my dictu More volts! More volts! Burn up! Turn into a lanky housemaid Burn up! Burn
the sea of permutation I live beyond interpretation I scramble all the names and the Combinations I penetrate the walls of explanation I am the will I am the burning
Sailors on southern more And though they wail with the bonemen Farther there somewhere inside It doesn't show nights are warning Beggars change so you'll burn
[Music: James Gulotta, Tim Kelly, Chris Lykins, Rick Skowron] [Lyrics: Brian Zimmerman] [Solo: Rick] Destruction is my goal Care for no one at all Death
Brian Ray I am lost without you I lose my way when you're not near I am cold when I'm alone I sometimes forget just who I am I am borrowed I am bruised
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on them Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know They got it goin' on, uh Shaggy Hey sexy lady, I like your
- Poet 3 - Wife 4 - Zarenda 5 - Employee 6 - Neighbour 7 - Policeman (Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Brian Rixish
Well, Brian and me, well, we both agree That, that penny loafers are absurd 'Cause I don't know why on earth You would take your two cents worth And stick
now? Well, we have another song for you That goes far beyond louie-louie, Ruthie-ruthie, or even brian-brian This song is so advanced It takes us all
foot coffin I've been getting up, close and intimate Some close calls but I'm getting into it In some states they say, you can burn for it But I'll burn
you Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to turn Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself
We so happy! We just exchange all your wedding gifts for cash! Brian: Honey, don?t tell THEM that! Christmas Eve: We get about 2,000 bucks! Brian:
told to see Patrick henry said "Give me liberty or death" A the time he owned 65 slaves The myth is real - Let's eat Fake patriots say you can't burn
Words by Phillip Sandifer/Music by Brian Green There was a time when I walked the road alone When the dreams that I was chasing were my own That was a
(McKinley & Brian Cutler) There is no surgery for this. You won't wake up neatly stitched. You have to break it off and burn it shut, half the arrow still
See the sunrise over her skin Don't change it See the sunrise on her skin Dawn changes everything And the delta sun burns bright and violent Mississippi
(Brian Holland/Janie Bradford/Lamont Dozier) Funny how time changes Rearranges everything For instance how could I have known That you'd be the only
(Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.) You're slipping away from me How can I make you see The warmth has left your heart It's throwing us