Official THR song?

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Justice is the one thing you should always find,
You've got to saddle up your men, and draw a hard line
Then when the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon.
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces,
Singing whiskey for my men, and beer for my horses...


pax

It is extraordinary how potent cheap music is. -- Noel Coward
 
"Don't Let 'Em Take Your Gun" ~ Grand Funk Railroad


(Coulda been titled "Come And Get 'Em!") :cool:
 
Gotta agree with Marko...

Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this

I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck

Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The ???? has hit the fan

Send lawyers, guns and money...
 
They Were Having a Sale at the Gun Store




(The Jukes Boys)
Lyrics by: Leslie Fish







They were having a sale at the gun store; the Jukes boys decided to go
With the moonshine gone bad, and the poaching gone thin
Their business was doing quite slow
So they bought them a lot of hand-cannons, intent upon robb'ry and more
But they never once thought to consider
That they weren't alone in the store.

Next in line was a little old lady, and next was a handsome young dame
After her, came a man in a wheelchair
Then a lad with an underweight frame
They watched while the Jukes boys were buying, and considered what such boys would do
Then they looked at each other, they said not a word
But bought themselves hand-cannons too.

Well, that night Billy Jukes went out hunting; he spotted a girl who looked great
But when he pulled her into an alley
She pulled out a big 38.
He thought this was feminine bluffing; "Naw, girl, you can't shoot me," he said
Well, the very next second she proved he was wrong
And Billy Jukes quite lost his head.

Well, Joey Jukes went for the money, so he went to a big liquor store
And he hauled out his two-barrelled shotgun
The moment he walked through the door
He aimed at all present, and bellowed "Give me all ya got, or yer dead!"
So the counterboy lifted his 44 mag
And did just what Joey Jukes said.

Now, Beauregarde Jukes chose his pickin's with more care and planning by far
He jumped on a little old lady
Who was just getting into her car
But she promptly reached into her handbag and used the best choice she could make
For a 25 auto has such light recoil
As even a frail hand can take.

Now Roy Jukes was good at house burgling and still thought he'd escape without harm
When the owner rolled in with a shotgun
Braced on his wheelchair's arm
"Well, they'll bust you for shooting--" Roy started, but the man's shotgun cut off the lot
And he said, as he muscled Roy's corpse out the door
"There are no ballistics on shot."

So that was the end of the Jukes boys; the cops had to clean up the mess
So they slandered gun-owning civilians
All over the liberal press
But the victors who might have been victims go silent, although this is true:
So long as there's one weapon left in the world,
You better have you a gun too.
 
Nelson Eddy's "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition"? (Maybe make that Preacherman's personal theme song:D)

Or how about Barry Wood's "Arms for the Love of America"?
 
Ted Nugent: Weekend Warriors

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TOOL - aenima

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

----- three ring circus sideshow of Freaks
Here in this hopeless hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any time. Any day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and Fret for your car.

It's a ----- three ring circus sideshow of Freaks
Here in this hopeless hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any time. Any day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipsits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly sit, stupid sit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Learn to swim.

F L Ron Hubbard and F all his clones.
F all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.
F retro anything. F your tattoos.
F all you junkies and F your short memory.
F smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas.
F these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.
 
DUE TO IWANNANEWGUN VIRUS
They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa

from: Dr. Demento's Delights
Warner Bros. 1975 BS 2855 0698
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to
leave because I'd go berserk?? Well...
You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see
I've gone completely out of my mind.. And..
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa
To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be
happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!

You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said
that loosing you would make me flip my lid.. RIGHT???
I know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed you laughed and
laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad... And..


They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you pay me back
for all my kind unselfish loving deeds.. Huh??
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet and when they do they'll put you
in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!!! And...

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time... (fade out)

Hey, buddy!
Yes officer..
You a head?
No, but I'm catching up, ha ha ha....

original recording by Napoleon XIV
 
"Hey Man, Nice Shot"
by Filter

I wish I would've met you
now it's a little late
what you could've taught me
I could've saved some face
they think that your early ending
was all wrong
for the most part they're right
but look how they all got strong
that's why I say hey man nice shot
what a good shot man
a man
has gun
hey man
have fun
nice shot
now that the smokes gone
and the air is all clear
those who were right there
got a new kind of fear
you'd fight and you were right
but they were just to strong
they'd stick it in your face
and let you smell what they consider wrong
that's why I say hey man nice, nice shot
what a good shot man
a man
has gun
hey man
have fun
nice shot
I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say
nice shot
 
"I shoot back" , by Ted Nugent

"There was a time when man stood strong
right was right and wrong was wrong

I shoot back, sho' nuff bad
I shoot back shoot 'em up.

Now is the time, Be loud and proud
Got to make your stand avoid the crowd

Now I shoot back and I shoot 'em up
Time to shoot back, Sho' nuff bad.

My kids know 'bout family ties
Reward the truth and punish the liars.

Shoot back, Got to shoot back
Time for you to shoot back
Cause it's my life and I'm in charge.

"Make your stand."

ANM
 
One more vote for Big Iron.

Actually, that or Martin Simpson's "Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down", which can be downloaded here for free.
 
Random but useless musical factoid:

The Filter song 'Hey Man, Nice Shot' is actually a reference to a civil servant named Bud Dwyer who blew his brains out with a revolver on live TV back in the late 1970's, early 1980's.

Would but more civil servants follow his noble, self-sacrificial actions...
 
DON'T TREAD ON ME
Metallica


Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never, but once engaged
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage

Don't tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you will hear evermore

Don't tread on me

Love it or live it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as the lighting strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance

Don't tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you will hear evermore

Don't tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling
of her tail

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you will hear evermore

Don't tread on me
 
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