Okay, here's the deal. If you can guess the name of any of these songs AND the artist/band that performs it, I will draw you anything you want me to since I have nothing else to do... so, anyway here are the three songs.

1.I remember how it used to be,
and all the things you said to me.
You always taught me right from wrong.
(Wrong from right, right from wrong)
'Til you went on the killing spree,
and killed your family.
Why is this the way things have to be?

Oh Mr. Smiley,
how could it be true,
the things they say that they knew?
I can't believe it! What has happened to you?
I took my time while thinking it through.
Digging through facts, believing in you.
Oh Mr. Smiley. Give me a clue,
why they said it was you,
I can't accept it! Tell me it's not true.
Because you were once so good to me,
oh Mr. Smiley tell me how it could be.

You always had a smile on your face,
I never thought you'd become a criminal case.
Until I saw your face on my TV.
Was it just for entertainment?
Because now you face solitary confinement, in jail.
Why is this the way it has to be? Tell me!

Oh Mr. Smiley, what has happened to you? Tell me it's not true!

2.no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me
i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a match hit the gasoline
drop pills! drugs kill, but it's worth the thrill
started in the nazo pits "quick to draw"
sharp like a blade, we'll cut you like a chainsaw
drink your blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk
grind your fucking bones to lace my fucking blunt, punk!
snap back crackle, pop! motherfuck the cops
always staying on my toes when i walk the block
and when i go up in the store i bring my own discount
cause i'm sick of paying money to suck corporate cock
yeah i know my Spanish is rusty but my English is old
40 down grab yourself an ice cold colt 45
feeling alive drunk as fuck in the daylight
i'm ready to die!

[Chorus:]
sometimes, sometimes i count the hours
when i'm alone, all alone with thousand downers
like thread it was just gonna stitch the seams
but now my body is soaked in gasoline

nazo step to this won't slit your wrist
cross you off the list unless you're gonna wanna
throw a punch it'll break your fist
man up duck down cause the caps won't miss
bust six shots on an undacova cop
they're all crooked mother fuckers and it ain't gonna stop
so held your ground down, run your own town
down with the man, let the drums sound
i'll hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision
yo, i'm sinning and i'm grinning fuck religion
fucked up got a vision so listen
do what makes me happy not for money or attention
flying on a forty that's how i get down!
you say you're the king but i'm wearing the crown
high on my throne sniffing lines making deals
got a chef in the kitchen, cooking my last meal

[Chorus]

sometimes, sometimes to stay alive
to witness sickness on a cloudy sky
like thread it was just gonna stitch the seams
but now my body is soaked in gasoline

3.
I can feel nothing at all (x2)

Drug Market
Submarket
Sometimes, I wonder why I ever got in.

Blood Market
Love Market
Sometimes, I wonder why they need me at all.

Zydrate comes in a little glass vial

A little glass vial?

A little glass vial

And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery
And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery
Surgery...

Grave Robber (x2)
Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother.
Graver Robber (x2)
Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all.

And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife

Addicted to the knife?

Addicted to the knife

And addicted to the knife
She needs a little help with the agony
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery
Surgery...

Graver Robber (x2)
Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all.

It's clean
It's clear
It's pure
It's rare [x6]

It's takes you there (x2)
Before you cut
A change inside

I can feel nothing at all
Feel alive!

So you think you got heart?
So you think you got balls?
So you think you Mag can sing?

I don't think nothing at all.

So you think Mag has pipes?
Well, it's my turn to shine.
When the Repo Man strikes!

What are you talking about?

Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print

Mighty fine print?

Mighty... fine... print

And that mighty fine print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament
If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit, and if GeneCo and Rotti so will it
Then a Repo Man will come and she'll pay for that surgery
Surgery.