zircona1 wrote:Justin Foley wrote:I took most of the first verse of this song in English and then daisy-chained it alphabetically through all of the Google Translate options. Afrikaans>Albanian>Amharic>...>Zulu and then back into English.There is no fucking way any of you will be able to tell what song this is - My soulThis is important.ItsThe difference is.TeacherTuesdayAnimalsNo, I'm not my life.TeacherGroupMy deathVery good= JustinIs it by Swans?It is really, really not by Swans. Here's a hint - it was very popular song in 1992.= Justin.

Ricky was a little boy, and he had a heart of stoneHe lived from 9 to 5 and worked his fingers up to the boneBarely out of school, isHe came from the edge of the cityThey fought like a switchboard so no one could get it down, noHe had no money, no, not good at homeA soldier walked through the street and fought the world aloneNow is 18 and life, I've got it

Post lyrics that you've run through Google Translate and back into English.You suffer, but because?

Give up life with Pong at handFollow the smoke to the ground filled with riffsSuper complicated! Super complicated! Super complicated! Super complicated! Super complicated! Super complicated! Super complicated!A supreme love. A supreme love. A supreme love. A supreme love.He was running on a gac growling in his headHe has a deadly erection house in bedHe is very smart and he is very fastHe has a tough killer in the pastFell down on your kneesFalling down and worshiping the cunning king

No culture is boasting of meYour bullshit taste shows a desire for an office homeThis is the home of vain!This is the home of vain!What are the imperatives?Hey, damn it!Hey, damn it!The doctor came in, pulled out a bone and plugged it into her hatAnd then the inn manager came overAnd took some shit in his hand, and then he took some shit in his handAnd then he took some shit in his handAnd he put it like lipstick, lipstick, he put it like lipstick, lipstickThe death of the embryoEmbedded in your brainSuffering, stranglingDeath is damn you crazyKissing glossy leather shoesSkin shiny in the darkTongue of thongs, belt is waiting for youStrikes, lovers, and healing your heart

Snooker loopy beads are usMe and him and them and meWe will show you what we can doWith a ball and a snooker billiardRed pot, retortFor yellowish green blue pink and blackSnooker loopy beads are usWe are all fraudsters

It will take a lot to pull me out of youNothing that a hundred or more people can doI bless the rains in AfricaGonna took some time to do things we never had

The company is always runningDestiny is the morning sunOh i was born 6 county in my handsBehind the gun I make a final standThat's why they are calling meBad companyAnd I can not denyBad companyUntil the day I dieUntil the day I dieUntil the day I dieSoul of revoltA deserter we are calledI chose a gun and threw out the sunNow these townsThey all know that the sound of our name 6 gun is our claim to fameI can hear them sayBad companyAnd I do not denyBad bad companyUntil the day I dieUntil the day I diebadBad companyI can not deny itBad companyUntil the day I dieAnd i say thatBad Company Oh Yeah --- YesBad companyUntil the day I diePlease tell me that you are not a thiefOh myBad companyThat's how I playDirty dirtyOh someone crossed me doubleDouble crossDouble crossYeahWe are a bad companyKill with cold blood

I was really hoping Henry the 8th would be more entertaining.

Justin Foley wrote:I took most of the first verse of this song in English and then daisy-chained it alphabetically through all of the Google Translate options. Afrikaans>Albanian>Amharic>...>Zulu and then back into English.There is no fucking way any of you will be able to tell what song this is - My soulThis is important.ItsThe difference is.TeacherTuesdayAnimalsNo, I'm not my life.TeacherGroupMy deathVery good= JustinIs it by Swans?