I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
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Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
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Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced in.
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Watching doves cry in this purple rain that I'm drenched in.
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I'm having a clean day, when I clash with the sounds.
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Now I'm a basketcase, until you come around.
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This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in,
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I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning Jeff Buckley.
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I'm an OutKast in the state of Atliens,
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Now throw your hands in the air and do the hokey dance.
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Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple.
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Need to find the perfect tool to make A Perfect Circle.
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Riding a white pony? That explains my Deftones.
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I'm Illmatic like a storm on this microphone.
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Walking across Abbey Road with Ringo Starr.
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But Yoko Ono was dead, so we had to split apart!
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There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
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And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
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They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
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And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
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They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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I'm a Stone Temple Pilot, riding this Crazy Train.
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I need a Black Sabbath to break Alice from her chains.
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Rode into Iowa with a Slip and a Knot,
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'cuz i got a Liscence to Ill, so whatcha, whatcha want?
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On a Black Sunday, I walked up Cypress Hill,
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until I crashed into a dashboard and walked into a confessional.
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I'm just an Audioslave on the run,
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in a SoundGarden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come.
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My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led like Zeppelin.
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Trying to find my way up the Stairway To Heaven.
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I'll trick you with this massive attack of Back In Black.
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Raging Against the Machine just like Zack.
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I used to have the common sense to walk or die.
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Used to hold Guns And Roses, now I hold double revolvers.
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Met this girl named Charlotte, she looked Good in my bed,
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'til my Bizket went Limp 'cuz she wouldn't give me Portishead.
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There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
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And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
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They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
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And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
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They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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I found a Message in a Bottle so I called the Police.
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I met a Material Girl who said Poppa Don't Preach.
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They say love bites like an angry Def Lepperd,
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like a Nine Inch Nail being pushed in by Trent Rezner.
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I got a Sex Pistol and a Gang of Bloodhounds,
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who walked up to a House of Pain and made Lethal Jump Around.
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I ate Chop Suey while watching System of a Down,
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fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
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Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
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waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg it on me.
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Public Police got me lost in mix tapes.
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Oops, I did it again, and I made Britney Spears my slave.
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I made it to Brooklyn and I still can't sleep.
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I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.
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I parachute on a cold day, when I Coldplay the streets.
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I'm dieing to be famous, like both of J-lo's ass cheeks.
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There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
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And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
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They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
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And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
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They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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In My Backyard
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Dead Celebrity Status |