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Angry White Boy Polka
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
"Weird Al" Yankovic
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Vocals
Staind
Staind
Performer
Steve Jay
Steve Jay
Bass Guitar
Jim West
Jim West
Vocals
Jon Schwartz
Jon Schwartz
Percussion
Warren Luening
Warren Luening
Trumpet
Joel Peskin
Joel Peskin
Clarinet
Tommy Johnson
Tommy Johnson
Tuba
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
"Weird Al" Yankovic
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Lyrics
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Composer
Thomas Coster Jr
Thomas Coster Jr
Lyrics
Afrika Bambaataa
Afrika Bambaataa
Composer
Craig Nicholls
Craig Nicholls
Composer
Dan Donegan
Dan Donegan
Composer
Eric Barrier
Eric Barrier
Composer
Jack White
Jack White
Composer
Jason Edward Krause
Jason Edward Krause
Composer
John Dolmayan
John Dolmayan
Composer
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Composer
Papa Roach
Papa Roach
Composer
Randy Fitzsimmons
Randy Fitzsimmons
Composer
Sonny
Sonny
Lyrics
Michael A. Elizondo Jr.
Michael A. Elizondo Jr.
Composer
Daron Malakian
Daron Malakian
Composer
David Draiman
David Draiman
Composer
David Parker
David Parker
Composer
Marcos
Marcos
Composer
Wesley Borland
Wesley Borland
Composer
Marshall B. Mathers III
Marshall B. Mathers III
Composer
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Composer
Robert Ritchie
Robert Ritchie
Composer
Shavarsh Odadjian
Shavarsh Odadjian
Composer
Steve Kmak
Steve Kmak
Composer
Traa
Traa
Composer
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Composer
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Composer
Michael Wengren
Michael Wengren
Composer
Serj Tankian
Serj Tankian
Composer
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Composer
Wuv
Wuv
Composer
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Composer
William Griffin
William Griffin
Composer
John Otto
John Otto
Composer
Samuel Rivers
Samuel Rivers
Composer

Lyrics

Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a- if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's all right, nothing is fine I'm running and a-crying Wake up (Wake up) Grab a brush and put a little make-up Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to I don't think you trust In my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die, die, die D-d-die die die die die Hey I'm gonna get free I'm gonna get free I'm gonna get free Ride into the sun She never loved me She never loved me She never loved me Why should anyone? Come here, come here, come here I'll take your photo for ya Come here, come here, come here Drive you around the corner Come here, come here, come here You know you really oughta Come here, come here, come here Move out to California Do what I want 'cause I can If I don't because I wanna Be ignored by the stiff and the bored Because I'm gonna Hate to say I told you so (all right) Do believe I told you so Now it's all out and you knew 'Cause I wanted to Fell in love with a girl I fell in love at once and almost completely She's in love with the world But sometimes these feelings can be so misleading Can't think of anything to do Yeah, my left brain knows that all love is fleeting She's just looking for something new Yeah, I said it once before but it bears repeating, now Last night, she said "Oh baby, don't you feel so down" (feel so down) "When you turn me off "When I feel left out" So I (what'd you do?) Well, I turned around (right around) "Oh, baby, gonna be alright" (gonna be alright) It was a great big lie (big old lie) 'Cause I left that night Yeah Ooh ah ah ah ah Ooh ah ah ah ah Get up Come on get down with the sickness Get up Come on get down with the sickness Get up Come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me Get up Come on get down with the sickness You mother get up Come on get down with the sickness Get up Come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk This time I'm'a let it all come out This time I'm'a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way It's my way My way or the highway This time I'm'a let it all come out This time I'm'a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way It's my way Or the highway But I'm on the outside I'm looking in I can see through you See your true colors 'Cause inside you're ugly Ugly like me I can see through you See to the real you Bawitdaba da bang da dang diggy diggy Diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba da bang da dang diggy diggy Diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie We are, we are The youth of the nation We are, we are The youth of the nation We are, we are The youth of the nation We are the youth of the nation Hey I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up Please stand up I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please Please, please stand up Slim Shady won't you please stand up? (Stand up Shady)(Stand up) (Stand up Shady)(Stand up) Shady, won't you please stand up? Hey
Writer(s): David J Buckner, Tobin Joseph Esperance, Jacoby Dakota Shaddix, Jerry Allan Horton, Alfred Mathew Yankovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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