Night school it is goin' down You're smokin' cigarettes outside with the bad crowd Teach calls, says he's got some advice Gonna show us the fucking true meaning of life Only thing that matters is the train you're on And if the tracks are bound for heaven or hell Knocked up broads, pill head fools Got the winners of the world sittin' in this classroom We know it all, don't tell us shit Night school's lettin' out, Teach, we gotta split

She just laid there looking at me She wiped her makeup away so sweetly I thrust in so very deep She never made a peep First Time with a Mime She lubes me up, She licks me down Suck start a Harley without making a sound Am I just a horrible lay Or is it just her way Don't wanna know... She tugs my rope, I'm trapped in her box You'd never know she was such a fox Did I hit her G-Spot well She never talks so I can never tell

Standing in the corner of a hotel lobby Trying to get someone in my room Scanning the crowd, I don't know if I can find someone who catches my tune Beef Castle looking for love in paradise Had cocaine lines on the mirror for you More ecstasy than we could consume I pled and I begged, I got on my knees But I can't get you into my room In Paradise...

Pretty little thing from Taco Bell. She was working that drive-thru. She looked sweeter than a cinnamon twist, my friend But that bitch spit in my food. Heidi... Was the love of my life. She deserved to die Heidi... She ruined my life. She deserves to die. I offered up my heart. She didn't want the damn thing at all. She tore it all apart. Found her naked, breaking the law. If I can't have her no one will. I don't care if I burn in Hell. Caught her sucking a dick, put a bullet in her head. Now I'm rotting in this jail cell.

That's a cough from a man that's been working his whole life. Working real hard. Working underground ain't for everybody. 60 hours a week. If you ain't a real man you should be above ground. This ain't a job for pussies. Cause underground's for real men. Come underground only if you got some balls. A real man ain't meant to be above ground. If it wasn't for real men working underground, you wouldn't have this electricity coming to you from all angles. Wouldn't have no internets. I'm the baddest motherfucker that ever laid some cable underground. I'm the baddest motherfucker that ever mined some coal underground. I tell ya what else and I'll tell ya right now... I am a real man. Underground ain't for just any human being. You gotta be willing to die if you're gonna go underground. Black lungs just a part of the culture. Smoking cigarettes and underground go hand in hand. I'm a bad motherfucker guaran-damn-tee ya till the motherfucking end, son. Down in the depths again. We're just digging coal and laying that cable till the motherfucking end. We're men, real fucking men. Time to get your lunch buckets. Get them thermoses full of coffee. We're going deep. A mile under a mountain, son, shit's getting crazy tonight! Hell, we're gonna work a 12 hour shift, maybe about 4 overtime, bitch, that's 16 hours. Any of you boys above ground do some shit like that. You goddamn right you don't. You gotta be underground with the real men.

Mike Piazza is a man. Mike Piazza is a man. Well, Mike Piazza is a man, my friend. Mike Piazza is a man.

Two horns sitting on my head. Chain mail shirt, shield on my chest. Drunk on mead, twice as mean. Tear down your house, plum savagery. They all ask why we rape and pillage. They all ask why we burn the village. Cause I'm a Viking Outlaw. Abiding by no law. Hear that Nordic call. I'm a Viking Outlaw. Gallop the plains, row through the fog. Drink that wine from an enemy's skull. Swing the battle axe, sharpen that steel. Riches and slaves, booty's the deal.