Out of curiosity, I just wanted to know if anybody here are meddling with their own lyrics as well? I've been writing for quite a while. Here's a small sample of my latest attempt - a song against hard drugs:
I'm gonna take you, baby
I'm gonna break you, baby
Give the needle a kiss
You'll never look back
And when you've been evicted
I'm leaving you addicted
Make love to you
Like none before
Mistress of deceit
Claims she'll make your life complete
Take it on the chin
Heroin
Lyrics
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There. Song's done. Here's the rest:
Make your way through the city
You are a living pity
Still my strings are pulling
Your arms and legs
My friend, I know the secret
I'm kind so I'll reveal it
Steal from your brethren
You no longer care
Life built upon lies
Ain't no way to compromise
You can never win
Heroin
From ashes to the fire
Led by your forced desire
Flames of Hell
Satan's waiting for you
Witness the screaming patients
No more hallucinations
You've digged your own grave
Now you're paying the price
There's no helping you
All predicted has come true
Payment for your sin
Heroin
Mistress of deceit
Claims she'll make your life complete
Take it on the chin
Heroin
Make your way through the city
You are a living pity
Still my strings are pulling
Your arms and legs
My friend, I know the secret
I'm kind so I'll reveal it
Steal from your brethren
You no longer care
Life built upon lies
Ain't no way to compromise
You can never win
Heroin
From ashes to the fire
Led by your forced desire
Flames of Hell
Satan's waiting for you
Witness the screaming patients
No more hallucinations
You've digged your own grave
Now you're paying the price
There's no helping you
All predicted has come true
Payment for your sin
Heroin
Mistress of deceit
Claims she'll make your life complete
Take it on the chin
Heroin
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my concept album
um well ive written lyrics to a concept album i call the horrible truth with my band. its my attack on bush, the war on iraq, the american gun obssession and dominant fantasies of america like patritiosm and stuff. its probably gonna piss a few people off. you've been warned 
its sarcastic in a lot of ways. let me know what you think.
The Horrible Truth
A Concept Album By: Michael Nagoda
Memories Past (Nagoda)
As I sit alone at the T.V. Screen
Images clash and sounds careen
As a memory of a decade past
Fills my mind
Is this not how it was?
Did we not all love the Fuzz?
Why is it that what I see is a little
Bit different than what?s in my memory?
Ol? Georgie Boy seemed the saint
But that?s not the picture I see the news man paint
The image now doesn?t seem so very quaint
It seems a bit more hard to swallow
Was this really a leader I had chosen to follow?
Is this country really what it?s all made out to be?
I was reminded of a war that seemed just
Now that image just seems to rust
I saw children slain for freedom in the dust
I saw all the falsehoods and all the lies
And a president became a dictator in my eyes
And all in all it was really quite a surprise
And this is what I learned
As I sat back in my private booth:
That it?s time to reveal the horrible truth
Yes, My Country?s Great (Nagoda)
Yes, my country?s great.
We?re the best people
Cause we?re the United States.
We drop bombs on Iraq,
And our president?s a quack,
But yes, my country?s great.
Now America is the land of the free.
Never mind the racism you see on T.V.
Don?t worry about the fear of the black man,
The stereotypes you see,
The fear you consume so easily.
Because America is a democracy.
Democracy, democracy,
What a great national word.
A word that should be heard
Across America the free.
Yes we may bomb countries whose names we don?t even know,
Yes we may have racial profiling,
Homelessness,
Gun fanaticism,
And a twisted kind of logic that says,
?Hell, if you don?t have weapons of mass destruction, we?ll
Make up an excuse, plant some fake evidence,
Bomb your country, shoot down all the innocent people in it,
And steal your oil and call it a democratic solution!?
Yes we may be crazy gun toting fanatics
Who don?t think that having two or three shotguns
Around small children won?t cause them any harm,
And that our obsession with firearms has
Absolutely nothing to do with the millions of shootings
Each year.
That?s all because of Satan,
Satan I tell you!
And space aliens,
And heavy metal bands,
And Canada!
And so besides the mass bombings,
Shootings,
Twisted logic,
Homelessness,
And racism:
My country is still really great.
Jack the Canadian (Nagoda)
Now gather around
All you yet to Americanized
Boys and girls.
I?ve got a story to tell you.
Now up in the cold,
Cold land of Canada
Where the population is
Ninety-nine percent eskimo
And where the parliament building
Is an igloo and where they say
?Eh? and ?Aboot? and travel by
Dog sled there lived a man named Jack.
Jack was a Canadian.
And Canadians live off nothing
But maple syrup, and moose,
And beavers. They?re known
Beaver hunters they are.
Well Jack had had enough of all
The Beavers and not to mention all
The free marijuana.
So he decided to move away to
Kentucky or maybe even Botswana.
He packed up his belongings
And he headed off alone,
To the great United States
A place of humble abode.
Now when he got to good
Old Buffalo after leaving
Toronto, the neighbours
Told him he had to act
American straight away
And pronto.
So he slapped on a cowboy hat,
And said ?yeehaw? but the
Town folk just looked at him
And started to guffaw.
They said, ?In order to
Be American ya have
To get a gun.?
Now this was a new
Concept to Jack
Because Canadians are hippies
And don?t believe in fun.
So he bought himself a shotgun
And he got into the Iraq war
And the good ol? Yankee soldiers
Were wondering ?what?s a Canadian
Doing on these here Iraqi shores??
So he looked about in Baghdad
And saw a lot of shooting,
And he saw some ideologies
That needed a good booting.
So he went to good ol?
President Bush and he
Tried to make a peace
Treaty, but the President
Just laughed at him
And called him a hippie.
So Jack said ?enough?s enough?
And found where Saddam was hiding,
And the Americans couldn?t believe
It when a Canuck found Saddam Hussein,
And no longer really thought that eskimos were such a pain.
So Jack taught them some of his
Ways and the Americans all now
Live in Canada being hippies to this day.
We all live off of Beaver,
And Moose and maple syrup,
And our igloos maybe cold,
And our Prime Minister is an eskimo who?s nine hundred years old,
And we now have eight hundred miles
Of paved road.
So if you ever wonder why Americans
Travel by dog sled and why we?ve
Sworn off Frank Zappa,
Please just cut us some slack.
For it?s all thanks to a Canadian
Named Jack
Go Go Capitalism Man! (Nagoda)
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Look, up in the sky,
What do you see?
A modern day hero
For you and me!
A person who starves the workers,
And makes people unemployed!
Go go Capitalism Man,
The Hero of corporations,
And the Fortune 500!
Starve the people and leave them
Without help!
Make them feel your sweaty rump,
And become a money loving freak
Like Donald Trump!
Capitalism, Capitalism,
The American Way!
Make the insubordinates feel your rage,
And give the petty workers nothing but minimum wage!
Feed the rich,
And starve the poor,
Forget the homeless,
And give corporations more!
Go go Capitalism man!
Go go Capitalism man!
Because making people unemployed,
And hurting the workers is the American Way!
Just pull up your bootstraps and get through
The day!
Go go Capitalism Man,
And pave the ever-glorious American Way!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go Capitalism go!
Go Capitalism go!
Capitalism,
Capitalism,
All the way!
So go go Capitalism Man
And save the day!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
GO!
Every Little Foreigner (Nagoda)
The light grows dim,
And the smoke is still clear to my eyes.
It?s no surprise.
Twin planes a?crashing,
Twin towers a?falling.
It?s no surprise that
Every little foreigner?s
Gonna bomb us in our sleep.
?Cause every little foreigner?s
Got a bomb in their bags,
And every little foreigner?s
Gonna reduce us to rags!
It?s a national threat to
The dream. We need a
Hero now on the scene.
Now watch ol? Georgie Boy
Begin to beam.
Look there?s a Muslim,
I bet he?s gonna gun us all down!
You say you?re from Afghanistan?
Well we?ll shoot you down!
Feed them to the Oskalisk.
Feed them to the Oskalisk.
FEED THEM TO THE OSKALISK!
FEED THEM TO THE OSKALISK!
For the good of the nation,
We?ll jail all the foreigners around!
Look over there, one from the Middle East!
I bet he?s just waiting to feast?on our fears.
I know that every Iraqi person?s
Got a missile hidden away, and
That they?re gonna bomb us all today!
The foreigners are coming and they?re
Gonna kill us all I say!
So get the troops out?and blast em all away.
The Patriotism Song (Nagoda)
Well listen up all you young American men!
If you?re not one of us, you?re one of them!
We?re gonna shoot em up and leave em dead!
Show your patriotism or we?ll have your head!
Yes I know America is the land of the free!
Yes I know America is a democracy!
We fight wars and take stuff from others!
Come on and join us all you brave American Brothers!
Patriotism is slaughtering civilians!
Patriotism is making up excuses and
Bombing the hell out of foreign countries anyways!
Patriotism is joining the fight!
Patriotism is knowing something?s wrong but you make
Others think it?s right!
So join the fight!
Yes, join the fight!
Shoot em up and bomb em down!
Make America wear the crown!
Yes America is the free!
Yes America is the brave!
Yes America is a blood soaked democracy!
Patriotism is slaughtering civilians!
Patriotism is making up excuses and
Bombing the hell out of foreign countries anyways!
Patriotism is joining the fight!
Patriotism is knowing something?s wrong but you make
Others think it?s right!
So join the fight!
Yes, join the fight!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
IT?S UP TO YOU NOW BOYS!
SO FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
BOMB THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF EM
CAUSE THAT?S THE AMERICAN WAY!
IF YOU?RE NOT OF US, YOU?RE ONE OF
THEM AND YOU?LL BE GUNNED DOWN TODAY!
FIGHT TO KEEP THE CHILDREN SAFE!
IT?S THE CHILDREN WE?RE THINKING OF!
IT?S FOR YOUR FUTURE BOYS!
NOW GO AND PERSERVE THE AMERICAN WAY
AND BOMB EM ALL TODAY!
PATRIOTISM!
PATRIOTISM!
FOR IT?S THE AMERICAN WAY!
Let There Be More Guns (Nagoda)
Let there be more guns!
Let there be more wars!
Let there be more hysteria in the streets!
Let America kill everything that doesn?t
Bounce to its beat!
So let there be more guns!
Let there be more guns!
Guns!
Guns!
Let us shoot the foreigners down!
Let?s throw the homeless and the unemployed around!
Let?s give more and more to the big corporations!
You know it?s the truth and not a figment
Of my imagination!
Cause all you need is guns!
Cause all you need is war
To solve your problems
Like you haven?t before!
Cause we?ve got the right to bear arms and that includes:
Machine guns and RPGS!
And some bombs and some missiles!
We?ve got so many firearms it?ll make you whistle!
So let there be more guns!
So let there be more wars!
Let there be unemployment,
Homelessness,
Xenophobia,
Prejudice,
Racism,
And the American Way!
Let there be more!
Let there be more!
For the good of the country,
For the good of America:
Let there be more guns!
Everybody!
Let there be more wars!
Let there be more:
Guns!
Guns!
Guns!
Bomb em all to smithereens!
Lead America to victory!
Shoot em down and leave em dead
For that?s the American Way ya see!
So let there be more guns,
Because that?s all we do:
Is kill, kill, kill.
And blame, blame, blame.
And lie, lie, lie.
And take, take, take.
And hate, hate, hate.
Because that?s?the horrible?truth.
its sarcastic in a lot of ways. let me know what you think.The Horrible Truth
A Concept Album By: Michael Nagoda
Memories Past (Nagoda)
As I sit alone at the T.V. Screen
Images clash and sounds careen
As a memory of a decade past
Fills my mind
Is this not how it was?
Did we not all love the Fuzz?
Why is it that what I see is a little
Bit different than what?s in my memory?
Ol? Georgie Boy seemed the saint
But that?s not the picture I see the news man paint
The image now doesn?t seem so very quaint
It seems a bit more hard to swallow
Was this really a leader I had chosen to follow?
Is this country really what it?s all made out to be?
I was reminded of a war that seemed just
Now that image just seems to rust
I saw children slain for freedom in the dust
I saw all the falsehoods and all the lies
And a president became a dictator in my eyes
And all in all it was really quite a surprise
And this is what I learned
As I sat back in my private booth:
That it?s time to reveal the horrible truth
Yes, My Country?s Great (Nagoda)
Yes, my country?s great.
We?re the best people
Cause we?re the United States.
We drop bombs on Iraq,
And our president?s a quack,
But yes, my country?s great.
Now America is the land of the free.
Never mind the racism you see on T.V.
Don?t worry about the fear of the black man,
The stereotypes you see,
The fear you consume so easily.
Because America is a democracy.
Democracy, democracy,
What a great national word.
A word that should be heard
Across America the free.
Yes we may bomb countries whose names we don?t even know,
Yes we may have racial profiling,
Homelessness,
Gun fanaticism,
And a twisted kind of logic that says,
?Hell, if you don?t have weapons of mass destruction, we?ll
Make up an excuse, plant some fake evidence,
Bomb your country, shoot down all the innocent people in it,
And steal your oil and call it a democratic solution!?
Yes we may be crazy gun toting fanatics
Who don?t think that having two or three shotguns
Around small children won?t cause them any harm,
And that our obsession with firearms has
Absolutely nothing to do with the millions of shootings
Each year.
That?s all because of Satan,
Satan I tell you!
And space aliens,
And heavy metal bands,
And Canada!
And so besides the mass bombings,
Shootings,
Twisted logic,
Homelessness,
And racism:
My country is still really great.
Jack the Canadian (Nagoda)
Now gather around
All you yet to Americanized
Boys and girls.
I?ve got a story to tell you.
Now up in the cold,
Cold land of Canada
Where the population is
Ninety-nine percent eskimo
And where the parliament building
Is an igloo and where they say
?Eh? and ?Aboot? and travel by
Dog sled there lived a man named Jack.
Jack was a Canadian.
And Canadians live off nothing
But maple syrup, and moose,
And beavers. They?re known
Beaver hunters they are.
Well Jack had had enough of all
The Beavers and not to mention all
The free marijuana.
So he decided to move away to
Kentucky or maybe even Botswana.
He packed up his belongings
And he headed off alone,
To the great United States
A place of humble abode.
Now when he got to good
Old Buffalo after leaving
Toronto, the neighbours
Told him he had to act
American straight away
And pronto.
So he slapped on a cowboy hat,
And said ?yeehaw? but the
Town folk just looked at him
And started to guffaw.
They said, ?In order to
Be American ya have
To get a gun.?
Now this was a new
Concept to Jack
Because Canadians are hippies
And don?t believe in fun.
So he bought himself a shotgun
And he got into the Iraq war
And the good ol? Yankee soldiers
Were wondering ?what?s a Canadian
Doing on these here Iraqi shores??
So he looked about in Baghdad
And saw a lot of shooting,
And he saw some ideologies
That needed a good booting.
So he went to good ol?
President Bush and he
Tried to make a peace
Treaty, but the President
Just laughed at him
And called him a hippie.
So Jack said ?enough?s enough?
And found where Saddam was hiding,
And the Americans couldn?t believe
It when a Canuck found Saddam Hussein,
And no longer really thought that eskimos were such a pain.
So Jack taught them some of his
Ways and the Americans all now
Live in Canada being hippies to this day.
We all live off of Beaver,
And Moose and maple syrup,
And our igloos maybe cold,
And our Prime Minister is an eskimo who?s nine hundred years old,
And we now have eight hundred miles
Of paved road.
So if you ever wonder why Americans
Travel by dog sled and why we?ve
Sworn off Frank Zappa,
Please just cut us some slack.
For it?s all thanks to a Canadian
Named Jack
Go Go Capitalism Man! (Nagoda)
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Look, up in the sky,
What do you see?
A modern day hero
For you and me!
A person who starves the workers,
And makes people unemployed!
Go go Capitalism Man,
The Hero of corporations,
And the Fortune 500!
Starve the people and leave them
Without help!
Make them feel your sweaty rump,
And become a money loving freak
Like Donald Trump!
Capitalism, Capitalism,
The American Way!
Make the insubordinates feel your rage,
And give the petty workers nothing but minimum wage!
Feed the rich,
And starve the poor,
Forget the homeless,
And give corporations more!
Go go Capitalism man!
Go go Capitalism man!
Because making people unemployed,
And hurting the workers is the American Way!
Just pull up your bootstraps and get through
The day!
Go go Capitalism Man,
And pave the ever-glorious American Way!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go Capitalism go!
Go Capitalism go!
Capitalism,
Capitalism,
All the way!
So go go Capitalism Man
And save the day!
Go go Capitalism Man!
Go go Capitalism Man!
GO!
Every Little Foreigner (Nagoda)
The light grows dim,
And the smoke is still clear to my eyes.
It?s no surprise.
Twin planes a?crashing,
Twin towers a?falling.
It?s no surprise that
Every little foreigner?s
Gonna bomb us in our sleep.
?Cause every little foreigner?s
Got a bomb in their bags,
And every little foreigner?s
Gonna reduce us to rags!
It?s a national threat to
The dream. We need a
Hero now on the scene.
Now watch ol? Georgie Boy
Begin to beam.
Look there?s a Muslim,
I bet he?s gonna gun us all down!
You say you?re from Afghanistan?
Well we?ll shoot you down!
Feed them to the Oskalisk.
Feed them to the Oskalisk.
FEED THEM TO THE OSKALISK!
FEED THEM TO THE OSKALISK!
For the good of the nation,
We?ll jail all the foreigners around!
Look over there, one from the Middle East!
I bet he?s just waiting to feast?on our fears.
I know that every Iraqi person?s
Got a missile hidden away, and
That they?re gonna bomb us all today!
The foreigners are coming and they?re
Gonna kill us all I say!
So get the troops out?and blast em all away.
The Patriotism Song (Nagoda)
Well listen up all you young American men!
If you?re not one of us, you?re one of them!
We?re gonna shoot em up and leave em dead!
Show your patriotism or we?ll have your head!
Yes I know America is the land of the free!
Yes I know America is a democracy!
We fight wars and take stuff from others!
Come on and join us all you brave American Brothers!
Patriotism is slaughtering civilians!
Patriotism is making up excuses and
Bombing the hell out of foreign countries anyways!
Patriotism is joining the fight!
Patriotism is knowing something?s wrong but you make
Others think it?s right!
So join the fight!
Yes, join the fight!
Shoot em up and bomb em down!
Make America wear the crown!
Yes America is the free!
Yes America is the brave!
Yes America is a blood soaked democracy!
Patriotism is slaughtering civilians!
Patriotism is making up excuses and
Bombing the hell out of foreign countries anyways!
Patriotism is joining the fight!
Patriotism is knowing something?s wrong but you make
Others think it?s right!
So join the fight!
Yes, join the fight!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
IT?S UP TO YOU NOW BOYS!
SO FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
BOMB THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF EM
CAUSE THAT?S THE AMERICAN WAY!
IF YOU?RE NOT OF US, YOU?RE ONE OF
THEM AND YOU?LL BE GUNNED DOWN TODAY!
FIGHT TO KEEP THE CHILDREN SAFE!
IT?S THE CHILDREN WE?RE THINKING OF!
IT?S FOR YOUR FUTURE BOYS!
NOW GO AND PERSERVE THE AMERICAN WAY
AND BOMB EM ALL TODAY!
PATRIOTISM!
PATRIOTISM!
FOR IT?S THE AMERICAN WAY!
Let There Be More Guns (Nagoda)
Let there be more guns!
Let there be more wars!
Let there be more hysteria in the streets!
Let America kill everything that doesn?t
Bounce to its beat!
So let there be more guns!
Let there be more guns!
Guns!
Guns!
Let us shoot the foreigners down!
Let?s throw the homeless and the unemployed around!
Let?s give more and more to the big corporations!
You know it?s the truth and not a figment
Of my imagination!
Cause all you need is guns!
Cause all you need is war
To solve your problems
Like you haven?t before!
Cause we?ve got the right to bear arms and that includes:
Machine guns and RPGS!
And some bombs and some missiles!
We?ve got so many firearms it?ll make you whistle!
So let there be more guns!
So let there be more wars!
Let there be unemployment,
Homelessness,
Xenophobia,
Prejudice,
Racism,
And the American Way!
Let there be more!
Let there be more!
For the good of the country,
For the good of America:
Let there be more guns!
Everybody!
Let there be more wars!
Let there be more:
Guns!
Guns!
Guns!
Bomb em all to smithereens!
Lead America to victory!
Shoot em down and leave em dead
For that?s the American Way ya see!
So let there be more guns,
Because that?s all we do:
Is kill, kill, kill.
And blame, blame, blame.
And lie, lie, lie.
And take, take, take.
And hate, hate, hate.
Because that?s?the horrible?truth.