Never in the wrong time or wrong place Desecration is the smile on my face The love I made is the shape of my space My face, my face All alone not by myself Another girl bad for my health I've seen it all through someone else (Another girl bad for my

Shareef don't like it Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah Rock the Casbah, Rock the Casbah Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The Sheik he drove his Cadillac He went

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls

La, la, la, la We'll thank this small hotel With a wishing well I wish that we were there One room bright and neat Complete for us to share Looking through the window You can see a distant steeple

Turn up the night! A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good hold, yeah Turn up the night, it feels so right! You know

Mi casa su casa partna "my partnas get stupid guallas" Coca, coca, coca cola "Yayo bought me everythang" Yulla, yulla, baking soda "cocaine is my girlfriend" Boila, boila, boilin water "damn I gotta forced game" Snorta, snorta make an offer "no prob' I

Lately I’ve been worried I don’t know where to it is that I do belong Lately I’ve been too busy To smell the bottle brush Just chasing laps around the sun And you just laugh and smile Shake your head and remind me that All good things can come true Oh,

Darkest Lord Your mercy shall I gain Strike the match Prodigia, comploratus Silens, oro Engulf the Earth in flames Regnet exitium Days of warning

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there Shadows are falling and I been here all day It's too hot to sleep and time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I've still got the scars that the sun didn't let me heal There's not even room

Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green Upheaveal of human entrails Deterioration of grated genitals,