Birdbrain
Youth Of America

Say a prayer for the youth of America,
God bless our youth America.
And I can't stand this anymore,
All the dead kids lyinŐ on your door and you don't hear a word they're tellinŐ ya.
You're all dead. You're all dead, You've been wasted.
Don't believe a thing they're selling ya.
They got a carrot on a stick in front of ya.
Taken back from the holocaust,
You know they can't even use it now.
And it was yours in the first place anyway. You're all dead. You're all dead, You've been wasted.
You're all dead. You're all dead, Wasted.
Say a prayer for the youth of America.
Say a prayer for the youth of America.
Say a prayer for the youth of America.
Say a prayer for the youth of America.

Catherine
Whisper

(These are only the main lyrics)

Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
Softly whisper in your ear.
I want it all, but it's not here.
You've changed a lot in a year, Bye bye.
Broken halos does never mend.
Sadness is completely in.
Smiley face waves, Bye Bye.
Softly whisper in your ear.
I want it all but it's not here.
You've changed a lot in a year, bye bye.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Red Right Hand

Take a litle walk to the edge of town.
Go across the tracks.
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom,
As it shifts and cracks.
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires.
Hey man, you know you're never coming back.
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man.
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.
He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy.
He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy.
He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
There's not a single thing that you can do.
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru.
They're whispering his name through this disappearing land,
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't got no money? He'll get you some.
You dont got no car? He'll get you one.
You don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect.
Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes.
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum.
A shadow is cast wherever he stands.
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand.
You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams .
He'll appear out of nowhere, but he ain't what he seems.
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen.
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off.
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru.
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan.
Designed and directed by his red right hand.

Gus
Don't Fear The Reaper

All our times have come.
Here, but now they're gone.
Seasons don't fear the reaper,
Neither do the wind, the sun or the rain..
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Baby I'm your man...
Valentine is done .
Here, but now they're gone.
Romeo and Juliet,
Are together an eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Romeo and Juliet
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Baby I'm your man...
Romeo and Juliet,
Are together an eternity...Romeo and Juliet
So come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man..
Baby I'm your man..

Julee Cruise with The Flow
Artifical World(Interdimensional Mix)

Artificial world.
Artificial soul.
Artificial eyes.
Ordinary lights.
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world.
It's an ordinary time.
It's no ordinary day.
With your systematic time.
In your agomatic way.
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world.
Tell me,
How can I believe when I believe?
Can I believe when I believe?
He's a syndicated man.
With a cybernetic life.
With an infoponic soul.
With his crucifying kind.
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world.
Tell me,
How can I believe when I believe? Can I believe when I believe?
Why can't I believe...
Why can't I believe...
Why can't I believe in you?
I'm an artificial girl.
Singing overpolished songs.
In my stimulated voice.
Weeping artificial tears.
In my artificial world,
It's an artificial world.
Tell me,
How can I survive when love's not here?
Can I survive when love's not here?

Sister Machine Gun
Better Than Me

Burnin' is my condition baby now.
Burnin' with everything I see.
Burnin' is my solution baby now.
I know you think you're better than me.
I know you think you're better than me.
I can barely feel like anything.
I can barely see.
I can walk over broken glass,
That cuts like a razor through my fantasies
I can be whatever I want to,
It doesn't matter to me
I sit and stare at this gun pointed at my head,
And think about all the possibilities Burnin' is my condition, baby now.
Burnin' with everything that I see.
Burninh' is my solution, baby now.
I know you think that you're better than me.
I know you think that you're better than me.
I know you think that you're better than me.
I never needed to feel any self control.
I never had to beleive.
In anything but my desire to never be what you tell me to be.
I can die whenever I want to,
It doesn't matter to me.
Take the easy way out to end all of my responsibilities.
Burnin' is my condition, baby now.
Burnin' with everything that i see.
Burnin' is my solution, baby now.
I know you think that you're better than me.
Burnin' is my condition, baby now.
Burnin' with everything that i see.
Burnin' is my solution, baby now.
I know you think that you're better than me.

SoHo
Whisper To A Scream(Birds Fly) Love comes down upon us and it flows like water
Burning with the hope of insight
There the books the colors of a bright elation
Stolen in the sight of love
We are, we are, we are, we're just children
Fighting our way around indecision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Stay kids forever
A Whisper to a scream
Birds fly in the eye of faithless daughters
Spoken at the bitter end
Wasted, sacrificied for the new nirvana
Nighttime sends us on our way
We are, we are, we are, we're just children
Fighting our way around indecision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Stay kids forever
A Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
We are, we are, we are, we're just children
Fighting our way around indecision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Stay kids forever
Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream

Moby
First Cool Hive

Instrumental Techno

The Connells
Bitter Pill

Feeling apart from yourself?
While you're feelin'
When you're alone are you sure?
Guess you don't have to much left,
Do you really?
Pick it all up and go.
Anyway...
Here's something to make you feel better.
I against your will, I can see.
Here's something to make you feel all right.
Bet you'd kill just to be.
Keeping the friends that you keep,
Do they keep you?
From coming to terms with yourself.
Even your shadow knows,
How they see you.
Neither of you really cares.
Anyway...
Here's something to make you feel better.
A bitter pill at your feet.
Here's something to make you feel all right.
Make a wish wait and see.
Having a ball with yourself?
You're defeated.
Will you turn back to what's left?
Right at the moment,
It's clear, you're conceided,
Will you go back to what's there?
Anyway...
Here's something to make you feel better.
I got you out of my mind.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Here's something to make me feel all right.
Keep it simple and kind.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Here's something to make you feel better.
I against your, will I can't see.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Here's something to make you feel all right.
I bet you'd kill just to be.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

The Last Hard Men
School's Out

No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers dirty looks.
Schools out with fever.
Out for summer, out for fall, we might not come back at all.
Schools out completely.
School's out for summer.
School's out for forever.
School's out with a fever.
School's been blown to pieces.
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers dirty looks .
Out for summer, out for fall.
We might not come back at all.
School's out for summer.
School's out for forever.
School's out with a fever.
School's been blown to pieces.
Well we won't salute your flag,
It doesn't suit ya, that's a drag.
I got no principles, I got no class,
Well if you don't like it you can kiss my ass.
Huh hey that rhymed.

Marco Beltrami Orginal Motion Picture Score
Trouble In Woodsboro/Sidney's Lament

A piece of the movie's score.

Randy Meeks's Scream Trilogy Page