This song sounds dramaticbut I'm bad at writing words.If you don't speak English,this probably sounds pretty good.You'd probably think I'm singingbout some pretty serious stuff.But in reality, I'm singing 'bout the lack of stuff i'm singing 'bout.This part's intense. And emotional.As long as you don't understand it.Your foreign grandma would love this song.Please send it to her, and she'll probably tell herforeign friends about the song her grandson or daughter sent her today.This song might hit the charts in her countryif parts sounded like Coldplay.If the chorus sounds like Coldplay.Then I put some 'La-La-La's in there.La la la la la, la la la la la la la (Coldplay)Hopefully your foreign grandmalistens to this song everyday.And if she asks you to translate the lyrics, here's what you say:"A perfect translation does not exist.Well, at least, not in your language.But if you must know, well, picture this:Fifty billion rainbows,and the sun is setting,and the moon is setting, also,and you're there in a gazebo.And then God descends from heavenand He gives you a million dollars.Take that feeling,and put it into a song.I could translate word by word,but that'd take too long.And I've got stuff to do grandma.I don't have time for this.You've gotta trust me grandma,this freakin' song is brilliant."

Side burns. On the side of my face.As my head turns,you can see they're in the same place.On either side. Burns.They can't be replaced.My insides burn,when I think of the days before my...My side burns. Look at my sideburns,but don't touch my sideburns, why would you do that?My heart yearns for my own sideburns.My side actually burns now, what is that?What the hell man, why does my side burn?What the hell's going on? My side burns.Does anybody have some aloe vera?If you do, bring it backstage, I'll pay you back.1985, from the womb I came out (on my birthday) The doctor said, "What you crying about?" I said, "Is that a rhetorical question? You know why I cried.I have a serious lack of hair on the side... of my head.Little baby people don't have sideburns.They gotta grow them when they're older.But if your little baby already has sideburns,that's awesome! Don't be concerned.Don't be concerned about your little bitty baby with the big big sideburns.You should nota be concernd-acerned about the little itty bitty baby with the big big sideburns.Your little baby gonna be a pimp.Your little baby gonna be a little baby pimp.You should probably discourage that kind of profession,Because it's illegal.And your baby's too young to be concerned about starting a business,but that's impressive if it's got the mindset.My sideburnslook at my sideburns,back on track talkin,talkin, bout side burns!My sideburns look a ma' side burns.La lay la la loo loo Side bur, hur, hurrrrnns.Sideburns.

Do you like my sword, sword?Sword, my diamond sword, swordYou can not afford, 'fordFord, my diamond sword, swordEven if you could, couldI have a patent!No one else can make a swordExactly in this manner, mannerWelcome to my manor, manorI ca ca ca canna cannaSwing, swing, swing my sword, swordWhenever I get bored, boredI can swing my sword, swordI can swing my sword, sword!Once I hit the floor boardsBut I had it restoredAnd it was expensiveBut it was a write off!Swinging is my businessAnd by that I mean swinging swordsPlease do not ignoreDo you like my sword?Ha!That was rhetoricalYou know I am the oracleI know you like my swordIt's made of freakin' diamondsIf you don't you're lyingBut that would be fineBecause it is awesomeAnd you're probably jealous!I can swing my sword, sword'Cause I am the lord, lordLord of diamond swooooorrrrrddddssssah!HA HA HA HA HA!

The secret side of me, I never let you seeI keep it caged but I can't control itSo stay away from me, the beast is uglyI feel the rage and I just can't hold itIt's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the hallsIt comes awake and I can't control itHiding under the bed, in my body, in my headWhy won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skinI must confess that I feel like a monsterI hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begunI must confess that I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterMy secret side I keep hid under lock and keyI keep it caged but I can't control it'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me downWhy won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skinI must confess that I feel like a monsterI hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begunI must confess that I feel like a monsterI feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skinI must confess that I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterIt's hiding in the dark, its teeth are razor sharpThere's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heartNo one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dreamMaybe it's inside of me, stop this monsterI feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skinI must confess that I feel like a monsterI hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begunI must confess that I feel like a monsterI feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skinI must confess that I feel like a monsterI've gotta lose control, here's something radicalI must confess that I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monsterI, I feel like a monster______________________

I have a dream.A dream that one day there will be a world. A world where we can smile and embrace one another. A dream to live in a world where discimination and hate is not a reality, but a past thought that has died. A world where good men live, live to breath to laugh to love. A world where greed and depravity don't even belong in a dictionary.A dream where every man woman child and animal never has to cry.Unless they watch Marley and Me.A dream where hunger is abolished and beauty is found within the hearts of one-another. The blind following of false gods crumble, as the truth in our hearts will reign high in the world. A triumphant roar will come from all of our mouths and we will know, ALL WILL KNOW, that we are men and we all hold the passion for tenderness, for uncondinitional peace, for a brighter future, for a world that says NO to the sins of our past and embraces new ideals, new unity, new love.