Where're your friends? Where're your friends? Where are your friends, man? What? What? Where're my friends? All my friends are dead. All my friends
Ein, Zwei, Drei, Vier See the girl on the corner Waiting for her freight See the slow boy waiting for the power Behind the palace gates See the smart
C'mon You think I'm fat But its an optical illusion You know I'm hot It's just my chemical solution So when you hear my mighty call You better Hoist
City, City of Satan City, City of Satan Oh let me tell you about a city known as Satan City, City of Satan Where all the people look so good you gotta
I don't wanna work for the FBI I don't wanna know where the bodies lie I don't give a fuck if your life has died It's just karma, bad karma I don't
When your'e bored and you need a kick When your'e hot and your fingers itch Don't wanna go to work again ever no more, boy Every night when I'm on the
Owners of cars Closers of bars Cross-country stars This is my final warning Breakers of deals Stealers of meals Sealers of seals This is my final warning
Hot Stuff When I see you on my TV screen Hot Stuff Oh you make me wanna cream my jeans Hot shit Oh boy I wish I was your man Baby take good care in Afghanistan
Hey! If You See Kaye If You See Kaye If You See Kaye Tell her I love her OK? E Well if you see Kaye We met at UCLA Where did she go? I wanna know because
Stephen Hawking. Anyway... Please follow our denim leaders as they enter the final black hole... A new dimension in rock music... Welcome to the party
Hey, Hank who are you? Who said that? Whats with the hat and the cain? Are you really insane? Or is it just a game? Something you ain't Hey, Hank whats
1, 2, 3, 4! I've got a brand new bag The old one was such a drag I'm going to the void I'm gonna get destroyed Sweeping floors working nine to five
