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South Park Theme

Les
I'm going down to South Park
Gonna have myself a time.
 
Stan and Kyle
Friendly faces everywhere
Humble folks without temptation.
 
Les
I'm going down to South Park
Gonna leave my woes behind.
 
Cartman
Ample parking day or night
People spouting, 'Howdy, neighbor!'
 
Les
I'm heading on up to South Park
Gonna see if I can't unwind.
 
Kenny
Someday I'll be old enough
To stick my dick up Britney's butt!
 
Les
So come on out to South Park
And meet some friends of mine.
 

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Locked (In My Head)

[Verse 1:]
The writing's on the wall, replaying every story
Reality got lost in the fear waiting for me
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
If all I know is the worst in me
If I close my eyes, will it set me free?
 
[Chorus:]
Locked in my head again
Locked in my head again
A war against myself
It’s me and no one else
Nobody understands
I'm locked in my head again
 
[Verse 2:]
Another night, another breath, hopeless prayers
Pulling in, dwelling in, all my fears
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
If all I know is the worst in me
If I close my eyes, will it set me free?
 
[Chorus x2]
Locked in my head again
Locked in my head again
A war against myself
It's me and no one else
Nobody understands
I’m locked in my head again
 

Wait Up

It's four in the mornin'
We pass by your apartment
And there's a candle in the window
 
It's happened again
And I don't know where it ends, but
It always leaves me hollow
 
The driver asks me which way to go
And I'm starin' at my phone
In this taxi cab
 
So if you're worried
Then I'm sorry
I'm coming home, so wait up for me
'Cause I feel shameful
Oh, so unholy
Unlock the door and wait up for me
Wait up for me
 
I pull up on your street
Stinking of whiskey
Wipe the lipstick from my collar
 
The more I cheat, the more I love
The more it eats me all up inside
And I wonder why I bother
 
Still got your perfume on my coat
And I'm starin' at my phone
In this taxi cab
 
If you're worried
Then I'm sorry
I'm coming home, so wait up for me
And I feel shameful
Oh, so unholy
Unlock the door and wait up for me
Wait up for me
 
Wait up for me, baby
Wait up for me, darling
'Cause I'm coming home
I'm coming home
 
If you're worried
Then I'm sorry
I'm coming home, so wait up for me
(open up your heart and wait)
I feel shameful (shameful)
So unholy, yeah
Unlock the door and wait up for me
(wait up, wait up, wait up, wait up)
Wait up for me
 
(wait, wait, wait...)
 

The Ballad of Billy the Kid

From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia
Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Rio Grande
 
Well, he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size
Took the teller by surprise
And the word spread of Billy the Kid
 
Well, he never traveled heavy
Yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
Well, he never had a sweetheart
And he never had a home
But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name
 
Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma
And the law just could not seem to track him down
And it served his legend well
For the folks they loved to tell
'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town
 
Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy
And the judge said, 'String him up for what he did'
And the cowboys and their kin
Like the sea came pouring in
To watch the hanging of Billy the Kid
 
Well, he never traveled heavy
Yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
And he never had a sweetheart
But he finally found a home
Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name
 
From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island
Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Rio Grande
 

Bloods on Fire

Brain to head, what is that for?
Vein to vein, torn and sore
Carpet so thick and worn
Blanketed, dark, and warm
 
Calm Yourself
Calm Yourself
Calm Yourself
Bloods on fire
Bloods on fire
 
Break the bed, burn the floor
Heat to Head, twisted, sore
Accident, never warned
Can't explain, nevermore
 
Calm Yourself
Calm Yourself
 
It's not in the spark that's not in your eye
Like we used to talk
It's not in the phrase
That's not in the language
That we used to talk
Not in the face, you missed me, there
It's not in the science
That we didn't learn
When we used to talk
Sit outside, Penètance,
Just let me know, please say the words
 
I'm alright, what was that sound?
Woke me up, now you're around
Pick me up, drag me around
Don't forget to breathe now
 
Calm yourself
Calm yourself
Bloods on fire
Bloods on fire
 
We all forgot
We're all lost in Autumn
 
Calm yourself
Calm yourself
 
It's not in the dead shocks that dropped underneath us
When we used the car
It's not in the strings
We didn't pull to move you around the floor
Where are you now?
Pacing a faceless maw somewhere vague
You're not outside, you're not inside, you're not anymore
Where did you go?
Here's to the pranks we never pulled
And never will