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Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
Inflicted upon you

Fuel for Hatred - air raid siren
Fuel for Hatred - to mankind

Little you,
Still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
Into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)

Fuel for Hatred - air raid siren
Fuel for Hatred - to mankind

Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
To spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
Wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
Demoniac spitfire!

Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
To a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
Slow death by grinding

Fuel for Hatred - air raid siren
Fuel for Hatred - to mankind

[Batman gets a dose of the Scarecrow's nerve gas]

The Scarecrow: Having trouble?

[Batman falls onto a chair]

The Scarecrow: Take a seat.

[splashes Batman with alcohol]

The Scarecrow: Have a drink.

[nightmarish images of the Scarecrow, bats, and the shooting play in his mind]

The Scarecrow: You look like a man who takes himself too seriously.

[lights a lighter]

The Scarecrow: You want my opinion? You need to lighten up.

[Scarecrow sets Batman on fire]

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

[while Marie de Salle is singing "Baby I Love Your Way"]


Rob Gordon: I used to hate this song.


Barry, Dick: Yeah.


Rob Gordon: Now I kinda like it.


Barry, Dick: Yeah.

Two and twenty for the hole in you
A meat cleaver comb to run you through
Lethal gas will make you cough
A car crash scene to finish it off

So don't you worry about your earthly rest,
I'll dig the fucking hole myself

Hate song!

Stabbing and shooting and ripping the life out of you
I get off and I wish that you could too!
Open chest tickle will quiver your bones
Just lay back and chill 'cos I run this show

Hate song!

Die onehundredthousand times,
One million ways to...

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

Hate song!
Lifelong!
Hate song!

Dear Mr. Sawyer

You don't know who I am, but I know who you are
and I know what you done.

You had sex with my mother and then you stole
my dad's money all away.

So he got angry, and he killed my mother.

And then he killed himself, too.

[Don't stop now. You're getting to the good part.]

All I know is your name, but one of these days,
I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna give you this
letter, so you remember what you done to me.

You killed my parents, Mr. Sawyer.

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d

If you rock'n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

The four of us
The royal we
He bangs the drum
She's vip
He's never done
Got OCD
Our love is
To the nth degree

Oh-oh Here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

If you rock'n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

And I've got my family
And one big bed is all we need
With morningwood

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Allright
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
A little louder
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
A little harder
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Let's go!

Oh-oh here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Come on everybody

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

Is this it?

That's what it's all about, Manny?

Eating.
Drinking.
Fucking.
Suckin.
Snorting.

Then what?

You're 50. You got a bag for a belly.

You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them.

You got a liver, they got spots on it,
and you're eating this fuckin' shit,
looking like these rich fucking mummies in here.

I never fucked anybody over in my life who
didn't have it coming to them. You got that?

All I have in this world is my balls and my word
and I don't break them for no one.

Do you understand?

That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him.

For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed.


But that's history.

I'm here, he's not.

Do you wanna go on with me, you say it.


You don't, then you make a move.

Baby gets tired, everybody knows
Your mother tells you, baby has to show
Yeah, yeah
Let me go

'Cause baby's got the feelin'
Baby wants a show
Baby, won't you tell me
Baby, rock 'n' roll
Yeah, yeah

I never knew I needed a baby like you
I never knew I needed you like I do
Yeah, yeah
Let me go

'Cause baby's got the feelin'
Baby wants a show
Baby, won't you tell me
Baby, rock 'n' roll
Yeah, yeah

You try so hard to please
You get me hard you know
Baby, won't you squeeze
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

'Cause baby's got the feelin'
Baby wants a show
Baby, won't you tell me
Baby, rock 'n' roll
Yeah, yeah

Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men
who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering.

God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables;
slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and
clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place.

We have no Great War.
No Great Depression.
Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd
all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't.

And we're slowly learning that fact.

And we're very, very pissed off.