Quantum Leap
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
He's a man whose charm seduces you Preaching changes of the new age Let him lead you to the great unknown Singer "Helter Skelter" on the rampage And he keeps on telling things "just like it is" You fall deeper into his delusion In a moment of hate everybody could relate Let his witches fly, he's got an alibi Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order? Mr. Manson, who's the master of the plan? Mr. Manson, I don't want to be your minion, whoa Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man There's a knock, knock, knocking on the back room door And her slumber's hushed by heavy breathing With a slash to the wrist, and you couldn't resist Does your mind play tricks? A bloody crucifix! Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order? Mr. Manson, who's the master of the plan? Mr. Manson, I don't want to be your minion, whoah Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man You keep smiling in your metal cage A face of anger and a frown of rage But nobodies gonna take you down Will they look around, when you hit the ground? Heed his words, they're ringing in your head He's your one and only mentor In his clergy he will summon the dead On the superstars you have declared war Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order? Mr. Manson, who's the master of the plan? Mr. Manson, I don't want to be your minion, no... Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man You are nobody's savior You are not alone Are you calling? Into the great unknown
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 12, 2025
My thoughts are terrifying, behind opened eyes There's no conviction, there's no crime Inside this prison they will hide me from the night I'm just a product of my past, oh I don't want to, I just need to Tell me everything's fine, fine, fine A light in the darkness, it leads me to hope A man in the making I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give So I want you to know, I'm letting go I've got to block out diabolical displays Before they come for me again Going about my way, they review every move When will this madness ever end? If ever... A light in the darkness, it leads me to hope A man in the making I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give So I want you to know, I'm letting go A light in the darkness, it leads me to hope A man in the making I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give So I want you to know, I'm letting go A light in the darkness I won't be a failure, I've got so much to give So I want you to know, I'm letting go - I'm letting go
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 12, 2025
I put my money in the suitcase And headed for the big race I felt a chill on my backbone As I hung up the telephone Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat They say chances on the outside Are looking very slim I've been so lucky on the inside I feel I'm going to win Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I've got me a whole month's wages I haven't seen that much in ages I might spend it in stages And move out to Las Vegas Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win means double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I put my money in the suitcase They say chances on the outside I got a whole months wages Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Stone cold crazy Place another bet
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 12, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We got to install microwave ovens, custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators, we got to move these LCDs See the little wussy with the taking selfies, wearing make up? Yeah buddy, that's his own hair That little wussys got his own jet airplane That little wussys, he's a millionaire We got to install microwave ovens, custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators, we got to move these LCDs Mover, mover We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators We got to move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to beat box baby I shoulda learned to loop them drums Look at that mama, she got it twerkin' at the camera man We could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Electronic noises? Bangin' on the iPad like a chimpanzee That ain't workin', that's the way you do it Get your - money for nothin' and your chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens, custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators, we got to move these LCDs Now listen here... now that ain't working, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin', that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money nothin, get your chicks for free Look at that, look at that I want my MTV...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 12, 2025
This track is instrumental.