Lyrics that have been running through my head this week at work in reverse order

The-e-e- whole universe was in a hot dense state and nearly 14 million year ago expansion happened. Wait!...*things of tune but forgets lyrics*...snakes began to cral...Neanderthals...the pyramids the history unraveling the mystery that all started with the big bang

Larry climbs into his lawn chair, waves her goodbye, Unties from the post, races towards the sky, Takes a sip out of his beer and says it looks amazing

Now, I've walked through hell for you...What's an adventurer to do but rest these feet...at home...with you

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine (Prototypical non-conformist!)You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo. You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit) giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art.(Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern).You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past. It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me....You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory in which you hog the intellectual spotlight holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation(Oh, we’re not worthy)When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people, you chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superiority complex
shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell and makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life bitching about...

A very merry Christmas...and a happy ne-e-w year, lets hope its a good one....without any fear...War is over if you want it...war is over if you want it...

Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun. Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun...I feel my finger on your trigger...I know nobody can do me no harm...Because happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun...

Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life. Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife, and as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low, Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me...

There must be something we can eat, maybe find another lover. Should I fly to Los Angeles, find my asshole brother...Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow...Dave's on sale again. We kissy kiss in the rear view. We're so bored, you're to blame...

If you can play on the fiddle,hows about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotations, as railhead towns feel the steel mills rust...water froze...in the generation...Clear as winter ice, this is your paradise...There ain't no need for ya, go straight to hell boys...