Ministry, the Who, Christmas quizzes
Thanks to Corey mentioning a Ministry song that has "inside outside which side you don't know!" in it (Thieves), I woke up with the Who's 5:15 in my head. I thought we were playing word association for a while there last night... I'll get him back for this, haha.
Artist: Ministry
Song: Thieves
Album: The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste
Thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
Hypocrites and bastards in laughter
Hey, thanks for nothing!
Morals in the dust
Two-faced bastards and syncophants
No trust
Thieves! Liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know.
My side, your side, their side, we don't know.
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, no one knows
You're like a great big f***ing gun,
Just waiting to get squeezed!
Breathe, forfeit erection!
Toxical injection
Geriatric f***-fest
We still believe in lies
Thieves! Liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, we don't know
Who started it? Who started it?
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, no one knows
You're like a great big hit of acid,
Waiting to be taken!
Artist: the Who
Song: 5:15
Album: Quadrophenia
Why should I care?
Why should I care?
Girls of fifteen
Sexually knowing
The ushers are sniffing
Eau-de-cologning
The seats are seductive
Celibate sitting
Pretty girls digging
Prettier women.
Magically bored
On a quiet street corner
Free frustration
In our minds and our toes
Quiet stormwater
M-m-my generation
Uppers and downers
Either way blood flows.
Inside outside. Leave me alone.
Inside outside. Nowhere is home.
Inside outside, Where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen.
On a raft in the quarry
Slowly sinking.
On the back of a lorry
Holy hitching.
Dreadfully sorry
Apple scrumping.
Born in the war
Birthday punching.
He man drag
In the glittering ballroom
Gravely outrageous
In my high heel shoes
Tightly undone
They know what they're showing
Sadly ecstatic
That their heroes are news.
Why should I care?
My friend Lee sent me this link: when I saw the name on the email, I had to cogitate as to who it was since I'm not used to seeing it. *blush* I think you'll get a kick out of it, though!
Can you grow watercress in a keyboard?
The "private dancer" bit reminds me of Tina Turner, heh.
Okay. Time to get off the Net (and eat fried chicken) because Sam said he'd call me before leaving. Seeya!
Artist: Ministry
Song: Thieves
Album: The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste
Thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
Hypocrites and bastards in laughter
Hey, thanks for nothing!
Morals in the dust
Two-faced bastards and syncophants
No trust
Thieves! Liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know.
My side, your side, their side, we don't know.
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, no one knows
You're like a great big f***ing gun,
Just waiting to get squeezed!
Breathe, forfeit erection!
Toxical injection
Geriatric f***-fest
We still believe in lies
Thieves! Liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, we don't know
Who started it? Who started it?
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? Which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, no one knows
You're like a great big hit of acid,
Waiting to be taken!
Artist: the Who
Song: 5:15
Album: Quadrophenia
Why should I care?
Why should I care?
Girls of fifteen
Sexually knowing
The ushers are sniffing
Eau-de-cologning
The seats are seductive
Celibate sitting
Pretty girls digging
Prettier women.
Magically bored
On a quiet street corner
Free frustration
In our minds and our toes
Quiet stormwater
M-m-my generation
Uppers and downers
Either way blood flows.
Inside outside. Leave me alone.
Inside outside. Nowhere is home.
Inside outside, Where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen.
On a raft in the quarry
Slowly sinking.
On the back of a lorry
Holy hitching.
Dreadfully sorry
Apple scrumping.
Born in the war
Birthday punching.
He man drag
In the glittering ballroom
Gravely outrageous
In my high heel shoes
Tightly undone
They know what they're showing
Sadly ecstatic
That their heroes are news.
Why should I care?
My friend Lee sent me this link: when I saw the name on the email, I had to cogitate as to who it was since I'm not used to seeing it. *blush* I think you'll get a kick out of it, though!
Can you grow watercress in a keyboard?
| Your Little Black Dress Is |
 |
| You Are Dancer |
 Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance. Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer. Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly. |
The "private dancer" bit reminds me of Tina Turner, heh.
Okay. Time to get off the Net (and eat fried chicken) because Sam said he'd call me before leaving. Seeya!
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