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Repaid in Full: The Paid in Full Remixes (Eric B. & Rakim) · Full of Light and Full of Fire (The Mendoza Line) · Wacken Open Air Full Metal Juke Box, Vol. 4: Live (Hutchinson, Hutch) · WOA Full Metal Jukebox, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · W.O.A.: Full Metal Juke Box, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Full Metal Jacket [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Full Heavy Metal Jacket (Wesley Willis) · Full Metal Racket (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Full Metal Diaper (Cribrock) · Full Metal Garage: Songs That Drove Metallica (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
Get money addict, I'ma get "Money" tatted Money in the attics, money in the stashes Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress Safe full
Borrowed grapes from stores of gold Put plastic back where metal's sold Men in quarries connect their bomb One two three a new Saigon Check
Bang-bang your head to this And get hit by the metal fist Another metaphor straight from my murder list I can do this, get up and school this Those who
the nightsky with red glowing metal We march on the Road of the Light Fight, We stand strong full of might Victorious path we ride
the sores The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain She rubs against
into the sores The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain She rubs
You can turn me on by remote control You tell me love is just a chemical And if this is true then I don't need you I don't need anyone, I don't
the days of familiar smiles Will we ever find our way? Do you wanna be a slave to the system? Full metal jacket, the only position Pick ‘em off as easy
Streams of goodly knights with red helmets Very young, to be slained, they obey In this land of myth and mystery Stone by stone are marchin'
of things, then you'll turn to Nanoman In the age of erosion The end is signaled by machine Will can orchestrate the atoms High pitched metal centuries
The full metal jacket, Trousers and shoes He flies through the air With the greatest of ease That daring young man In the blue dungarees And his
the G-force of a semtex surprise He bucks like a seahorse, keels over and dies With his eyes all dramatic, glazed and confused The full metal jacket,
Time goes by, and Christsmas lists change But some things don't ever change Like the anticipation of being together Christmas at our house is full
I know the minds behind them, they are riddled full of Holes Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls Their eyesight it is twisted by
eyes When all the characters full size And every moon is level When all the spirits burn in lies As center grief by steel My eyes burn and claws
the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer) Lord if you hear me, steer Awakened me by the sound
seeing double in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer, steer Lord if you hear me, steer I
of them, those lifeless things, As I travel through the Moody and rainy autumn night. Metal grates on metal, The shrilly scream of the Brakes wake me.
ray? Artilleryman: The Martians. They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made, massive metal things on legs. Giant machines that walked.
Hold on the feeling This is plastic love She lives in a little flat Outside the city life, a simple life Where metal birds fly in the sky
lives on Build those highways, build those cars On a planet full of scrap metal There'd better be life on mars It's alright, it's alright If you
Covered in leather, or plaid patches, or metal studs Your hair is dyed or spiked with glue You only talk to those who look and act the way you do
Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga You can't kill me I'm dead already, his head is petty My metal heavy, G-O-D
lives on Build those highways, build those cars On a planet full of scrap metal There'd better be life on mars [Chorus:] It's alright, it's
crack y'all two by four yeah Time travelin' swords rattle we cry battle Jackets is full metal we be throwin' em at you Build you a shrine have your