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Tonight, Tonight, Tonight (Genesis) · It Ends Tonight (The All-American Rejects) · It Ends Tonight (2 Tracks) (The All-American Rejects) · Tonight, Tonight [US] (Smashing Pumpkins) · Tonight, Tonight (The Mello-Kings) · Tonight Tonight (Hot Chelle Rae) · Tonight Tonight (John King) · Tonight Tonight (Hot Chelle Rae) · The String Quartet Tribute to the Foo Fighters: Resident Adolescence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A String Quartet Tribute to Coldplay [Q] (Patrick Warren) – and 90 other albums »


with the hands
(John) By the best bass players in the land
(Alvin) When the bass starts thumpin' sho 'nuff hits the spot
(Rhonda) And I hope it never
God for Parliament
Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent
There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage
Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie
fast

Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed away
Another preserved puppet to prance on the strings that I play
The fear ensnared in
tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the starmaking machine

I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the star making machine

I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
fate
Life is what you make it
Make it great, I'm tryna elevate
Concentrate on getting
My papers straight

Survive the great escape
From the ends I
ever heard in your life. 
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
the chronic by the tree

"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree

"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree

"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
You ready to give up?
You ready to end it all?
Don't do it dog, word up
I don't care if you
You got it going on and you know it
The Mirror really loves you tonight
She won't stand a chance for a moment
You're working up an appetite

You
and a six string
Yeah but it feels so right
To hear the bells of freedom ring

Gotta get away from
The same old same
Let a new day come
Start over
She says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do it tonight
She wants to grab her telephone but she knows it ain't right
So if he won't call she'll
know that it goes no longer than tonight.
Just that one special night, no strings attached,
Just me an you, or actually you an whoever you may be
at me 
Pull your panties to the side 

I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings 
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
(e.a.poe)
Jeff performed a reading of this poem by edgar allan poe for the tribute compilation closed on account of rabies, produced by hal willner.
tonight, I might find a black beauty

With a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the "Jungle Fever"
'Cause it's
There's a bus that leaves at 8:15 and another one at ten
Should I climb aboard, risk everything, and ride it to the end?
Watch the hills like roller
come on


You get the CD and then, it's time to see me again
You break it open and then, no we not joking again
Turn on your player and then,
the chronic by the tree

"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
Ha!

This here's a story about, Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop!

Hee!

How many long gone?

Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Ha!

This here's a story about, Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop!

Hee!

How many long gone?

Lost John standin' by the railroad track
it's cosy
Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes
And he'll say, Bill should have wired
And, Not tonight dear, I'm too tired