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Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
song performed by by Limp Bizkit
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Who practices with the lame will be able to limp within a year.
If you always live with those who are lame, you will yourself learn to limp.
Live near a lame man, and you will soon learn to limp.
Becoming Rich
May winning be absurd to the lame,
A limp has beaten the way so often;
The paths too trodden are the fair,
Bent on land, the legs have trekked.
Treacherous and trembling, the ways
Offer deceit and conception of ideas.
The treasury is about on its legs,
Money has been lame and lined here.
The mill of money is conjuring wealth
So best, blasting me with an odour of riches.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Role model
You will limp without a wound on the
limb
If you are led by one who is lame.
Take care to select a role model.
17.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bachelor Pad
I had super fragilistic sex!
And it was not that bad.
Superfragilistic good...
Exciting sensations I forgot I had!
Masturbation had been an issue,
Too complex to explain.
I'm submissively aggressive...
And that leaves a 'fling' limp and lame!
I know I have a preference.
And I like to be done in that way!
But I have been teased by physiques
I thought would please...
But eye candy was all they displayed.
'Ugh! '
I had superfragilistic sex...
Not the best but better than I had.
And when it was through,
I hung up the phone...
Feeling fulfilled in my bachelor pad!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A lame of heart is not a lame of leg; he cannot be recognized.
The Lame love
Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lame
Then they came on me
They dragged me from the bar
Still wet from sweat and beer
I bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear
These men
Broke my back and made me lame
Then she said to me
Id give you everything to make it like before
To make you love me like you used to
Make you love me more
She said to me
Your life is large but your mind is lame
I cant believe my eyes
When I see the truth and all the things Ive done
And every place Im queer
I never stay I run
I know now why I live in shame
Lame...
Its hard to sleep at night
I hardly ever sleep at night
song performed by by Everclear
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Eating Dirt
To say I'm sorry never feels enough.
Accepting a gift from those I hurt.
How can I, why would I.
Do I walk away in shame.
Of face it and who I am.
I feel like a man whose leg has went lame.
No longer do I walk in a strut.
But a limp because of what I know.
People who give with past dues never being paid.
Never speaking of the pain from what has been past said.
Fearful of those who will not accept criticism.
I'm falling down the same path of antisocial behaviour.
Stay away from me because all I will do is hurt you.
A feeling I'll never forget and always regret.
But the damages done I won't make plea at a loss of dignity.
I will not eat dirt for what you feel.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weak Or Strong?
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The souls align to the mages
And the mages corner the priests,
We all pray for our flesh
To be consumed by precious light.
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The magic of amusements
Is amusement, so that we deserve
The flesh of a career or river,
One can swim in it forever
If the fins carry us further.
We are not selfish or busy
In our endeavours
Until the life dissolves
As though life has been
A mortuary for the strong, the weak
Or the lame.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Caring Less Who Sits Next To You
Can you remember a time,
You were made to feel...
As if you were the 3rd foot?
You know,
The odd one out?
And convinced...
'Perhaps that suggestion,
I should walk with a limp...
Is really not that bad! '
How sad it is,
Others treat people like that!
And I 'bet' today,
You are not walking with a limp!
Or feeling sad.
However...
Whatever your circumstances are now?
Who from that 'old' crowd of 'motivators'
Can you say...
Achieved 'your' expectations?
Do you need more time,
To think over that question?
Or have you arrived,
Knowing you've got peace of mind?
And caring less who sits next to you,
As you bask in the Sun...
On a cruise heading towards the Bahamas!
Times change!
And no one better than you,
Knows that now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Accuse
Dont accuse
Hanson
There was a boy, he was lame
He had a limp in his leg
People looked at him with a frown
He said why do you put me down
No no no no dont accuse
You dont know what theyve been through
No no no no dont accuse
You dont know what theyve been through
How would you like it if I hurt you
Way deep inside
And looked at you with a frown
Would you feel all alone
No one comes over to help you
It seems like nobody cares
Maybe next time youll think twice
Before you accuse or compare
(repeat chorus)
When you prick us do we not bleed
When you whip us do we not weep
When you hurt us do we not cry
When you stab us do we not die
(repeat chorus 4x)
song performed by by Hanson
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Intro
This is not a test
This is reality
We're all lying
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Limp Bizkit is in the house
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Limp Bizkit is in the house
Bring it on
song performed by by Limp Bizkit from Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water
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Sad Sadducees
The Sadducees
were sad you see.
They did not like what Peter said
that Jesus had risen from the dead.
But the lame man walked
and the people talked.
For by the risen power of Jesus' name
The man was healed and no longer lame.