Heavy Metal Lyric: HML

  She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles, you stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye, you think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials, but you don't see them later, while in the elevator, you nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her, a man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa, but you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension   I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch  You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a Its just a testimony, that you're full of bologna, that you're a stupid shit-ass, a meathead, guido, pass-gas, that you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension    I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch   I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch  You know you w

I look around and what do I see ? Imprisoned minds in a sick society I watch as the cycle goes on Does no one else see that this is wrong ? Spoon fed ignorant lies whilst imagination dies Ready to accept (whatever offered next) without question or insight. [Verse 2.] I see, but I can't believe My eyes grow black at this obscenity Young lives compressed in the mould Factory pre-set, dead before they're old. Regurgitating filth, so typical of their ilk Xenophobic breed, incredulous creed, deprived of all free will. So fight - Defend your integrity Be strong - Don't accept mediocrity Preserve - The individual within Believe - You never have to give in. Freedom of thought is the virtue you need To secure the future with hope and belief Explore your ambitions and open your mind There's no limit to what you can find [Verse 3.] It's time to make a stand The future sits rooted in our hands Break out of this cycle you are in Uncharted paths is were true life begins. No need