“Talk” (lyrics by Tracy Bonham/Run DMC)

“Tonite Unite”

Tonite’s the nite that we get our shit straight
Tonite’s the nite we put our differences to rest
All the hatred, bigotry, misogyny, discrimination
Quit asking, What about me? What about me?
What about me? What about me?

Tonite unite!

One more, song for the people that just won’t take it
One more, song for, fists up, we’re gonna break it
Our rally cry that we will sing forever
If we don’t stand up, then we can’t stand together

Tonite unite!

We will, we will see
We will see that justice is done

Tonite unite!

Unite!

“You The Man”

You always go around, tell us what to do
Your ideals of a perfect world just involve you
Degrade and demoralize, you get such a high
On top of your plateau as you watch us all climb
To a level we’ll never reach, you’re always there to stop
You’re there to stop the progress of an innocent mind
In your world I’ll always be nothing, I might just understand
You’re a hero to yourself, ah shit, you are the man

You are the man
You are my hero
You are the wind beneath my wings
You’re number one

You got a perfect life, two kids and a wife
Got a swimming pool out back and a Jaguar in the driveway
You wear an Armani suit, you’re always dressed to kill
Got the shiny shoes, the nice haircut, the white collar thrill
You always beat me down, I’m always less than you
You fail to understand we both bleed red blood
Your stocks are going up, they’re up three-eighths
Your wife loves you, your kids love you, your life is just so great

You are the man
You are my hero
You are the wind beneath my wings
You’re number one

New Year’s Eve night comes, you have too much to drink
Take your friend in your Jaguar, and you fail to think
You’re driving, and your mind, one big empty space
You smash your Jag, you kill your friend, you’ve fallen from your grace
They throw you into jail, wearin’ the powder blue
Got a number on your right pocket, your wife hates you
Your life fucking sucks, you threw it down the can
No one gives a shit, but hey, you are the man

You are the man
You are my hero
You are the wind beneath my wings
You’re number one

“Barber Frank”

Standing there one day
Went into the barber shop
Needed my hair cut
Take a little off the sides
Frank strapped me in
Put a thing around my neck
Took the clippers out
Frank began to cut
Frank began to cut
Cut it!
Frank!
Frank!
Cut it!

“B.S. Queen”

Talkin’, talkin’ day after day
You keep movin’ your mouth but got nothing to say
You’re talkin’ behind everyone’s freakin’ back
And the rumors you supply are so damn whack
Little miss sophisticated, educated tongue
We think your speech is over, but it’s only just begun
Too many words and not enough ears
It takes a pack of paper towels to dry all your tears
Talkin’ and preachin’ like it don’t take work
But you’re workin’ your mouth like a nine-to-five jerk
You act like you’re special, like you’re a God-send
Like everyone you talk to is your new best friend
Then you stab ‘em in the back, try to get ahead
Your rhetoric is old, almost like it’s spoon-fed
Walk over people like flies on honey
Playin’ me out like one big dummy
Sorry big mouth, don’t know what you mean
Cause I already know you’re a B.S. Queen
You’re a B.S. Queen!

You thought you were my friend, you thought you played me out
Well I don’t know about that
You don’t know shit about me you freakin’ pigeon
Take your smart ass right back to the kitchen
Open-closed-minded hypocrite witch
I want to sew your mouth shut with one big stitch
Cause it spits out lies every single day
And you never have anything good to say
Put on a front when you want something
Put on an act and you do the same
Put on a face just to save some face
Put yourself on is just part of your game

You’re a B.S. Queen!
I can’t take it no more, can’t stand the sight of your face
Shut the hell up, shut your garbage spittin’ mouth
Here we go again, we’re just talkin’ in circles
Here we go again, we’re just talkin’ in circles
Here we go again, we’re just talkin’ in circles
Here we go again, you’re a B.S. Queen.
You’re a B.S. Queen!
Yap that mouth like I’m even even listening
Yap that mouth like I’m even missin’
Yap that mouth all damn day
I don’t care what you have to say
Your story’s gonna change, your story’s gonna switch
Gonna change it around like a naggy little snitch
Don’t mean to be naughty, don’t mean to be mean
But all you are is a B.S. Queen
All you are is a B.S. Queen!
All you are is a B.S. Queen!
All you are is a B.S. Queen!

“Help Me Help You”

You do not look so well today
We’re not supposed to tell we know
We pretend everything is normal
Pretend everything is okay
We go on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Like everything is A-okay
You you’re on my mind
Relive memories all of the time
Am I close to you?
Am I close enough to get close to you?
Everyday you keep spinning
My mouth’s shout, you keep on spinning
My mouth’s shout, you keep on spinning
Out of control

Please, help me help you
Please, help me help you

We go on and on like everything is A-okay
You do not look so well today
We’re not supposed to tell we know
We pretend everything is normal
Pretend everything is okay
What? I don’t, you don’t, I don’t
You don’t, I don’t
I don’t know why?
What? I don’t you don’t, I don’t
You don’t, I don’t
We don’t know why?
Why?

Please, help me help you
Please, help me help you

“Ode to Dave Grohl”

When I was younger
You were my favorite drummer
And no one is tighter
Than when you’re rocking on the radio with the Foo Fighters
You were the drummer in Scream
Then you played drums for the Queens
So many talents, multiple bands
David Grohl—you’re the man

Cause Dave Grohl--
You’re so cool
Dave Grohl is so cool
Dave Grohl is so cool
Dave Grohl is so—cool!
This is an ode to Dave Grohl!

“Personal Hell”

You don’t know what I go through
I try so hard to be nothing like you
I fight and struggle try to win, fight for my right, but
I’m locked in this cage—this cage called life
My personal hell!
See the same ugly face in the mirror again
Try to realize what I could’ve been
Do you believe in dreams? Or are they all dead?
Did you ever think life would breakdown in your head?
Did ya?

My personal hell!
Spend a lifetime worthy of nothing
Oh so quick, but how so long
I believed in you, your unknowing clown
But you like the others kick me when I fall down
Why can’t I win? I just need a break
But you keep in your jar, smothered—my talents waste
I cannot breathe, but how I tried
I lived in your world, and now I ask why?
Why?

My personal hell!
I was a boy, I think I grew up?
When I cry, don’t cheer me up
When I fall, don’t pick me up
When I die, just let me drop
Drop!
My personal hell!
Can’t stand my personal hell!