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Crime Pays

Music: hall
Lyrics: hall/oates/s. allen
I know you know all the pros and cons
They help you get to everything you want
Greasing policemen bending all the rules
Make them an offer that they cant refuse
One crime baby I cant forgive
The kind that hurts where I live
Im a nice guy I try to wait and see
If youll get caught or go free
You stole my heart and left me blue
It look like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seem like crime pays
Crime pays
Beat the heat but you couldnt pay me off
Youre staying cool no matter what it costs
You get caught youll never do the time
I have to say youve got a way with one crime baby I cant forgive
The kind that hurts where I live
Its all too clear but I still dont see
Why all the guilty go free
You stole my heart and left me blue
It look like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seems like crime pays
Crime pays
It seems like crime pays
Crime pays
Catch a thief and let her go
You wont get back the love she stole
Shake her down but she dont mind
cause she commit the perfect crime ok, ok
You know I know youre a pro and con artiste
Oh baby youre a false alarm
Why do I try to play it by the rules
I was the victim but Im not a fool
You stole my heart and left me blue
It looks like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seems like crime pays

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Big Money

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My older brother tommy was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early hed climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it so one day I asked him why
Chorus:
He said it pays big money and man Im into that
It pays big money if youre willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money but he sure cant spend it now
Well, my late uncle charlie was this demolition hound
Hed travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went
He smoked them big long cigars and hed wink at you and grin
Repeat first chorus
Well now the moral of this story boys, is dont go getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives they just might put you in their will
Chorus:
That pays big money and were all into that
It pays big money and big moneys where its at
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and were rolling in it now
Chorus:
It pays big money having foolish kin
It pays big money guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money; lets all spend some of it now

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Yele

*tropical music playing in background*
Wyclef (echo):
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out
To the world.
This is wyclef, cold-chillin
Out here with my pina-colada.
Yeah, baby.
Im in the islands, cold relaxin.
Right about now the carnivals
Gonna change phases.
If you got your ticket, man,
Youre allowed to come with me.
Yo, for right now Im gonna
Chill in the beach,
Check out the pretty girls
Layin back.
You know how we do, playa yo.
Im out here in the sun, baby,
Its all good!
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas ? a, pays en li va coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Si nou pas chch bon djie, encore !
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas ? a, pays nou libral coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Izrael chch bon djie, tand !
Dix milles cercueils, gad toutes cest ti-mounes.
P ap cri, mais yo pap rsucit.
Manman rl, mais cadav, pas ka tand !
Zinglin dou pass, mwen tand ? blo ! blo ! blo! blo ! ?
Lord...
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas ? a, pays nou li val coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Ha? tiens ! chch bon djie, encore!
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas ? a, pays nou libral coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Izrael chch bon djie.
Mwen con yon ha? tien.
Qui tap vend marijuana.
Police t quinbl,
Li dit cest poutet manman t gin canc ( li pas gin lagent!)
Counya li nan prison, (pou combien temps? )
Lap palm de rvolution (sans solutions!)

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Yel

*Tropical music playing in background*
Wyclef (echo):
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out
to the world.
This is Wyclef, cold-chillin'
out here with my pina-colada.
Yeah, baby.
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin'.
Right about now the carnival's
gonna change phases.
If you got your ticket, man,
you're allowed to come with me.
Yo, for right now I'm gonna
chill in the beach,
check out the pretty girls
layin' back.
You know how we do, playa yo.
I'm out here in the sun, baby,
it's all good!
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas a, pays en li va coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Si nou pas chch bon djie, encore !
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas a, pays nou libral coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Izrael chch bon djie, tand !
Dix milles cercueils, gad toutes cest ti-mounes.
P ap cri, mais yo pap rsucit.
Manman rl, mais cadav, pas ka tand !
Zinglin dou pass, mwen tand Blo ! Blo ! Blo! Blo !
Lord
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas a, pays nou li val coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Hatiens ! chch bon djie, encore!
Si ou gin zorey, tand,
Si ou gin bouche, pal.
Si pas a, pays nou libral coul.
Quand quou yon bateau qui plein rfijis,
Izrael chch bon djie.
Mwen con yon Hatien.
Qui tap vend Marijuana.
Police t quinbl,
Li dit cest poutet manman t gin canc ( li pas gin lagent!)
Counya li nan prison, (pou combien temps?)
Lap palm de rvolution (sans solutions!)

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Gee, Im A Nerd

Gee, Im a nerd
Seen each star trek eighty times
Memorized each word
Home alone
On friday nights
But I got eight gigabytes
Left on my hard drive
Im hooked as I can get
Into the internet
Maybe you would like to see my web page
I love my new pc
It means the world to me
So many things to download
Gee, Im a nerd
All the jocks and muscle heads
Flip me the bird
Cause Im a nerd
Gee, Im a nerd

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La plaine (I)

Je veux mener tes yeux en lent pèlerinage
Vers ces loins de souffrance, hélas ! où depuis quand,
Depuis quels jours d'antan, mon coeur fait hivernage !

C'est mon pays d'immensément,
Où ne croît rien que du néant,
Battu de pluie et de grand vent.

C'est mon pays de long linceul.
Mes rivières y font de lents serpents
D'eau jaune à travers de grands pans
De terrains planes et rampants.

C'est mon pays sans un seul pli, un seul,
C'est mon pays de grand linceul.

Quelques rares hérons, au bord de marais faux,
Quelques pauvres hérons, dans leur bec en ciseaux,
Tordent, au soir tombant, des vers et des crapauds.

Et quelques vols parfois de corneilles lointaines
Avec de grands haillons d'ailes, grincent des haines
Aux quatre coins des longues plaines.

C'est mon pays d'immensément,
Où mon vieux cœur morne et dément,
Battu de pluie et de grand vent,
Comme un limon, moisit dormant.

Mes villages au clair - depuis quel temps ? -
Et mes cloches vers les vaisseaux partants
Et mes vergues et mes mâts exaltants
Ils sont au fond - depuis quel temps ? -
D'estuaires de plomb et de bas-fonds d'étangs ?

Mes villages d'enfance et de fierté,
Mes villages de joie et de tours de fierté,
Ils ont sombré - depuis quels soirs ? -
D'équinoxes de cuivre en des cieux noirs ?

C'est non pays d'immensément
Où ne croît rien que du néant
Battu de pluie et de grand vent.

La toujours uniformité des jours
Rabaisse en moi le moindre effort
Levé, soit vers la vie ou vers la mort.

Ne plus même crier - mais croupir là toujours
Comme un cadavre en or de proue

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Les tours au bord de la mer

Veuves debout au long des mers,
Les tours de Lisweghe et de Furnes
Pleurent, aux vents des vieux hivers
Et des automnes taciturnes.

Elles règnent sur le pays,
Depuis quels jours, depuis quels âges,
Depuis quels temps évanouis
Avec les brumes de leurs plages ?

Jadis, on allumait des feux
Sur leur sommet, dans le soir sombre ;
Et le marin fixait ses yeux
Vers ce flambeau tendu par l'ombre.

Quand la guerre battait l'Escaut
De son tumulte militaire,
Les tours semblaient darder là-haut,
La rage en flamme de la terre.

Quand on tuait de ferme en bouge,
Pêle-mêle vieux et petits,
Les tours jetaient leurs gestes rouges
En suppliques, vers l'infini.

Depuis,
La guerre,
Au bruit roulant de ses tonnerres,
Crispe, sous d'autres cieux, son poing ensanglanté ;
Et d'autres blocs et d'autres phares,
Armés de grands yeux d'or et de cristaux bizarres,
Jettent, vers d'autres flots, de plus nettes clartés.

Mais vous êtes, quand même
Debout encor, au long des mers,
Debout, dans l'ombre et dans l'hiver,
Sans couronne, sans diadème,
Sans feux épars sur vos fronts lourds;
Et vous demeurez là, seules au vent nocturne,
Oh ! vous, les tours, les tours gigantesques, les tours
De Nieuport, de Lisweghe et de Furnes.

Sur les villes et les hameaux flamands,
Au-dessus des maisons vieilles et basses,
Vous carrez votre masse,
Tragiquement ;
Et ceux qui vont, au soir tombant, le long des grèves,
A voir votre grandeur et votre deuil,
Sentent toujours, comme un afflux d'orgueil,
Battre leur rêve :

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Les plages

Plages vides, avec toujours les mêmes flots
Poussant les mêmes cris et les mêmes sanglots
De l'un à l'autre bout des rivages de Flandre ;
Dunes d'oyats aigus, monts de sable et de cendre,
Pays hostile et dur et féroce souvent,
Pays de lutte et de ferveur, pays de vent,
Pays d'épreuve et d'angoisse, pays de rage,
Quand s'acharnent sur vous les tournoyants orages
Et leurs vagues d'hiver dressant toujours plus haut
Sous les brouillards leurs funèbres monuments d'eau,
Soyez remerciés d'être tels que vous êtes,
Tels que la mort, tels que la vie et ses tempêtes !
C'est grâce à vous qu'ils sont fermes et durs, les gars,
Qu'ils sont têtus dans le travail et dans la peine,
Qu'ils font, sans le savoir, belle, la race humaine
Qui marche à larges pas vers le péril hagard
Avec le seul désir de vaincre un destin morne.
C'est vous qui faites l'homme ardent, calme, hautain,
Entre le danger d'hier et celui de demain,
Quand le sombre équinoxe et ses ouragans cornent
C'est grâce à vous que les filles aiment dûment,
Malgré la crainte au coeur d'être trop tôt des veuves,
Ceux qui s'en vont, sans se plaindre, dans l'âpre épreuve,
Gagner le pain des jours, avec acharnement ;
Et que toutes, à l'heure où les rudes tendresses
Mêlent les chairs, au fond des chaumières, là-bas,
Servent le franc repas d'amour aux hommes las
De la brume sournoise et des houles traîtresses.
Pays des vents de l'Ouest et des bises du Nord,
Souffles chargés de sel et pénétrés d'iode,
Vous imprégnez les corps rugueux de santé chaude
Et vous armez de père en fils les peuples forts,
Pour qu'ils marquent de leur vouloir autoritaire
Le coin triste mais doux que leur offrit la terre.
Et qu'importe, qu'au long des flots, la ville, un jour,
Ait bâti ses maisons, ses dômes et ses tours
Et ses palais pareils à des rêves de pierre.
Filles et gars de Flandre, oh ! seuls, vous resterez
D'accord avec l'embrun et les grands vents
Et la rauque marée et ses vagues guerrières
Vous êtes ceux du sol qu'on ne refoule pas,
La mer a mis en vous sa force et sa folie,
Vos yeux sont beaux et sa clarté froide et pâlie
Et son rythme puissant et lourd pèse en vos pas.

Même certains de vous, les plus hardiment braves,
Charrient encor le sang des aïeux scandinaves
Dans leurs gestes épars au loin, sur l'océan.
Ils conservent en eux l'ardeur de ces géants
Qui partaient vers la mort sur leurs vaisseaux en flammes,

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I do all kinds of roles - nerd, psycho, nerd, psycho, nerd, psycho - and occasionally someone kind of normal. It's weird, when I lived in Austin I was always cast as pretty normal people. But when I moved to Los Angeles I was immediately branded a psycho.

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Stages Of Life

There’s always a present and always a past.
But when you go to the future, it will seem so fast
That you’ve grown out of preschool and went to Harvard.
But you played on their football team; you can’t be called a nerd.
Once you look through the past, you feel so big
Compared to ten years ago, you can’t just dig
A hole into the ground to bury your memories.
You just waste your time, but burn a few calories.
So you mind as well go pick a rose
But don’t waste your time, here it goes!

At four years old you’re already in preschool
And you’re at the top of your class, that’s pretty cool.
So you feel that anything can be done
Except making Brittney’s hair grow back, that’s just wrong
Once you graduate and now you’re in kindergarten,
You probably won’t dream of becoming a barten-der.
Now it’s first grade, you finally get a test
To see how smart you are, to see if you’re the best
So you get into AP math, you’re really smart
But right now you’re as strong as a SweetTart™

Skip a few years, you’re now in middle
Keep working on those muscles, they’re as thick as a fiddle
Now these are the grades where everyone gets detention
So if you don’t want one of those, pay attention
You need to be respectful, don’t fool around
Or else you’ll be heading town-bound
But you want to graduate to go to high school
So don’t act that way, just keep your cool
Just keep your chill; it’ll help you
Now take a look! You’re in high school, FOO!

Dang! You’re in high school and check out the classes
They’re on your sheet, you don’t need glasses
What do you want to take? Math or band?
When voting for president, will you take a stand?
You get four years in high school before you graduate
But you need to keep the grades up, you need to assiduate.
What group do you want to be in? Nerd or Jock?
Or will you be an artist wearing a frock?
It all depends on your grades, not group
‘Cause if you think, you’re as good as soup.

*sigh* You’re out of school and you’re finally free
You can now do anything but be just like me
What kind of a degree did you get from Harvard?
Was it chemical science, or was it computing, nerd?
It all depends on your area of skill
Your job will rise and fall on a hill

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The Lost Canadian

A wandering canadian,
Banned from his hearths,
Travelled while crying
Travelled while crying
In foreign lands.
One day, sad and pensive,
Sitting by the flowing waters,
To the fleeing current
He addressed these words:
To the fleeing current
He addressed these words:
If you see my country,
My unhappy country,
Go tell my friends
That I remember them.
Go tell my friends
That I remember them.
O days so full of charms,
You have vanished...
And my native land, alas!
I will see it no more.
And my native land, alas!
I will see it no more.
Un canadien errant
Un canadien errant
Banni de ses foyers,
Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays etrangers.
Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays etrangers.
Un jour, triste et pensif,
Assis au bord des flots,
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots:
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots:
Si tu vois mon pays,
Mon pays malheureux,
Va dire a mes amis
Que je me souviens deux.
Va dire a mes amis
Que je me souviens deux.
O jours si pleins dappas,
Vous etes disparus...
Et ma patrie, helas!
Je ne la verrai plus.
Et ma patrie, helas!
Je ne la verrai plus.

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Man In The Middle

Like an inventor
He is a symbol of a new age
He glides above the realms
Of you and me
He flows through your life
And makes you feel quite small
You may sit up in your chair
He doesnt care at all
Hes the man in the middle
You can tell which way he lays
Hes the man in the middle
And he realises
And he realises
And he realises
Beauty pays
His gowns come from paris
Occasionally from rome
He can go anywhere
Say back to his home
He flows through your life
And makes you feel quite small
Flashing to the white collars
Ha, he doesnt care at all
Hes the man in the middle
You can tell which way he lays
Hes the man in the middle
And he realises
And he realises
And he realises
Beauty pays
Please...
Hes the man in the middle
You can tell which way he lays
Hes the man in the middle
And he realises
And he realises
And he realises
Beauty pays
Hes the man in the middle
You can tell which way he lays
Hes the man in the middle
And he realises
And he realises
And he realises
Beauty pays
Please...

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Lord Have Mercy On The Working Man

(Kostas)
All around I hear the sound of money
But I ain't got a nickel to my name
And everywhere I look I see temptation
She stands on every corner and calls my name.
Won't you tell me if you can
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.
Uncle Sam's got his hands in my pockets
And he helps himself each time he needs a dime
Them politicians treat me like a mushroom
'Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind.
Won't you tell me if you can
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.
Hey, St. Peter, look down for a minute
And see this little man about to drown
There's quicksand all around and man I'm in it
Please help me up Lord, 'cause I'm going down.
Won't you tell me if you can
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.
Won't you tell me if you can
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the fat man busy dancing
While the thin man pays the band
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.
Please Lord, have mercy on the working man.
Please Lord, have mercy on the working man...

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Un soir (I)

Sur des marais de gangrène et de fiel
Des coeurs d'astres troués saignent du fond du ciel.

Horizon noir et grand bois noir
Et nuages de désespoir
Qui circulent en longs voyages
Du Nord au Sud de ces parages.

Pays de toits baissés et de chaumes marins
Où sont allés mes yeux en pèlerins,
Mes yeux vaincus, mes yeux sans glaives,
Comme escortes, devant leurs rêves.

Pays de plomb - et longs égouts
Et lavasses d'arrière-goûts
Et chante-pleure de nausées,
Sur des cadavres de pensées.

Pays de mémoire chue en de la vase,
Où de la haine se transvase,
Pays de la carie et de la lèpre,
Où c'est la mort qui sonne à vêpre;

Où c'est la mort qui sonne à mort,
Obscurément, du fond d'un port,
Au bas d'un clocher qui s'exhume
Comme un grand mort parmi la brume;

Où c'est mon coeur qui saigne aussi,
Mon coeur morne, mon coeur transi,
Mon coeur de gangrène et de fiel,
Astre cassé, au fond du ciel.

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Many Incidents Intended

Many incidents intended,
Has evidence as incentive.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.

These speeding times leave minds behind.

Many incidents intended,
Has evidence as incentive.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.

These speeding times leave minds behind.
These speeding times leave minds behind.

Many incidents intended.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.

Many incidents intended.

Many incidents intended.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.

Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.

These speeding times leave minds behind.

Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.

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Celui du rien

Je suis celui des pourritures grandioses
Qui s'en revient du pays mou des morts ;
Celui des Ouests noirs du sort
Qui te montre, là-bas, comme une apothéose,
Son île immense, où des guirlandes ,
De détritus et de viandes
Se suspendent,
Tandis, qu'entre les fleurs somptueuses des soirs,
S'ouvrent les grands yeux d'or de crapauds noirs.

Terrains tuméfiés et cavernes nocturnes,
Oh ! mes grottes bâillant l'ennui par les crevasses
Des fondrières et des morasses !
A mes arbres de lèpre, au bord des mares,
Sèchent ton coeur et tes manteaux baroques,
Vieux Lear ; et puis voici le noir Hamlet bizarre
Et les corbeaux qui font la cour à son cadavre ;
Voici René, le front fendu, les chairs transies,
Et les mains d'Ophélie, au bord des havres,
Sont ces deux fleurs blanches - moisies.

Et les meurtres me font des plans de pourriture,
Jusqu'au palais d'où s'imposent les dictatures
De mon pays de purulence et de sang d'or.

Sont là, les carcasses des empereurs nocturnes ;
Les Nérons fous et les Tibères taciturnes,
Gisant sur des terrasses de portor.
Leur crâne est chevelu de vers - et leur pensée
Qui déchira la Rome antique en incendies
Fermente encor, dans leur tête décomposée.
Des lémures tettent les pustules du ventre
Qui fut Vitellius - et maux et maladies
Crèvent, sur ces débris leurs poches de poisons.

Je suis celui du pays mou des morts...

Et puis voici ceux-là qui s'exaltaient en Dieu ;
Voici les coeurs brûlés de foi, ceux dont le feu
Etonnait les soleils, de sa lueur nouvelle :
Amours sanctifiés par l'extatique ardeur
' Rien pour soi-même et sur le monde, où s'échevèlent
La luxure, l'orgueil, l'avarice, l'horreur,
Tous les péchés, inaugurer, torrentiel
De sacrifice et de bonté suprême, un ciel !
Et les Flamels tombés des légendes gothiques,
Et les avares blancs qui se mangent les doigts,
Et les guerriers en or immobile, la croix
Escarbouclant d'ardeur leurs cuirasses mystiques,
Et leurs femmes dont les regards étaient si doux ;

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Life in Paradise: 21st Century Style

2000-2001
The “dot com” bubble bursts
Recession
9/11/2001
America attacked!
Our way of life is threatened
Fear sets in
Financial institutions vulnerable!
Economy in a nose dive
What to do?
Everybody fly the flag from your home.
Save housing - Save the economy!
First, everybody needs a home.
The madness begins.
2002-2003
Create laws to increase minority homeownership
California gives birth to the ARMs* and NINJA** loans
Accounting irregularities at Fannie Mae (FNMA) & Freddie Mac (FDMAC) ***
Doors open for Wall Street to invest in Main Street
Without those pesky government regulations
Homeownership increases

...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”…

WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!

AREN”T HOME PRICES INCREASING FASTER THAN INCOME?

…...“No problem; it only takes a little creative mortgage financing and Wall St loves those high yielding mortgages…..
HIGHER RISK - HIGHER YIELD!
Pension funds love high yield.
Buy more and more....
…...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”…..

WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!

AREN”T PENSION FUNDS ONLY ALLOWED TO BUY AAA RATED INVESTMENTS?

...“Problem solved...banks pay the salaries at the Rating Agencies and Ratings Agencies in turn lower the standards to obtain a AAA rating”...

WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!

WHO’S WATCHING THE “HEN HOUSE” WHO’S MINDING THE STORE?

...“Who cares?
Everyone is happy
Millions of new jobs created
Millions of new homeowners

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Mark Feuerstein

In high school, I was a total jock/extracurricular nerd/just plain nerd. When I got to college, I realized that building a resume to get into a good school was no longer necessary. I had already gotten into one. I might as well follow my bliss.

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Vincent Kartheiser

I was such a nerd when I was younger and I may look different now and girls may like me, but I still feel like that nerd.

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They Aint Makin Jews Like Jesus Anymore

(kinky friedman)
Well, a redneck nerd in a bowling shirt was a-guzzlin lone star beer
Talking religion and-uh politics for all the world to hear.
they oughta send you back to russia, boy, or new york city one
You just want to doodle a christian girl and you killed gods only son.
I said, has it occurred to you, you nerd, that thats not very nice,
We jews believe it was santa claus that killed jesus christ.
you know, you dont look jewish, he said, near as I could figger
I had you lamped for a slightly anemic, well-dressed country nigger.
No, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore,
They dont turn the other cheek the way they done before.
He started in to shoutin and a-spittin on the floor,
lord, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore.
He says, i aint a racist but aristitle onassis is one greek we dont need
And them niggers, jews and sigma nus, all they ever do is breed.
And wops n micks n slopes n spics n spooks are on my list
And theres one little hebe from the heart of texas is there anyone I missed ?
Well, I hits him with everything I had right square between the eyes.
I says, Im gonna gitcha, you son of a bitch ya, for spoutin that pack of lies.
If theres one thing I cant abide, its an ethnocentric racist;
Now you take back that thing you said bout aristitle onassis.
No, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore,
We dont turn the other cheek the way we done before.
You could hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor
lord, they sho aint makin jews like jesus anymore!
All right!
No, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore,
We dont turn the other cheek the way they done before.
You hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor
Lord, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore.
Everybody!
They aint makin jews like jesus anymore,
They aint makin carpenters who know what nails are for.
Well, the whole damn place was singin as I strolled right out the door
lord, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore!
No, we aint makin jews like jesus anymore,
We dont turn the other cheek the way they done before.
Well, the whole damn place was singin as I strolled right out the door
lord, they aint makin jews like jesus anymore!

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