exact syllable matches

- you know -

fire

I've gotta go--

science

I need my

blow dryer

We should have a

blow-dryer

It's

bone dry, huh

look like a

bone idle

even when you're

bone tired

And also, a

born fighter

I mean, they're

born liars

one calls a

born writer

You're

both fired

We're

both lifers

We

both like nuts

We're

both writers

Elizabeth

Bowes-Lyon

I just

broke my butt

I

broke my word

just far too

close minded

I'm just a

was he a

coal miner

quite ready for the

Code-meister

By controlling the

codes, Cipher

removed to a

cold climate

cannot stand the

heat in the
learn is hammering
that meddles with

cold iron

all by myself, no

I'm the
safety lecture from the
way for the fearless

co-pilot

But you'll need a

co-signer

-- of

course I'm hurt

procedure designed for

court trials

 

Don't buy drugs

Ancestors just

don't die young

I really

don't like bugs

I

don't like her

of bolts

don't like us

I

don't mind much

I

don't ride 'em

Beyond this

door lies Love

with absolutely no back-

door shyness

us here from

Dork Island

would I have

flown higher

place for

folks like us

be accounted

for by one

which was intended

for Cipher

forced to mine

killed each other

for diamonds

but much protein

for diet

talkers, I'm looking

for fighters

the greatest respect

for fire

no trading them

for fireworks

was there

for five months

evidence and prayer

look to God
to private experts
to the Almighty
where he came

for guidance

a mercenary force

are not goons
merely a professional

for hire

That's Latin

for liar

It's Christmas

for liars

I'm looking

for Maya

government concerning transport

for migrants

a test

for my love

a show

for my mum

an attorney

came gunning
want only

for my son

do is

for my sons

- waitin'

for my turn

I set

much time
the price
to find
train you

for my work

go downtown

for my worms

at Burglary

for night work

a pillow

I played
in jail
sick aunt

for nine months

fixing the responsibility

for riots

you, and weird

for Ryan

a sufficient basis

also to blame
done so much
greenhouse gas production
is not healthy
of our passion
or religion, not

for science

cute

for SCIENCE

can only hope

May I ask

for silence

Try terrorism-

for-hire

readily called

forth by work

to send

forth my word

 

Four Lions

Elton John OR

George Michael

 

George Reisman

 

George Steiner

I'm

The
to be a

Ghost Rider

need a good

You need a

ghost writer

it makes it

glow brighter

I gotta

time to

go find her

have any,

Maybe I'll

go find one

the crisis would

go quiet

I would

go, like, uh

DOWN

GOES MICHAELS

wood and stream

grow silent

I do not

of that, and

grow wiser

Verse has

grown private

debris before him

grows skyward

All units,

hold fire

did not

ears and

hold my tongue

he returned

home by bus

Take him

home, Giant

go back

home, I'll work

Welcome

home, Michael

more than the

Hope Diamond

 

Joe Biden

so you

know I'm fun

don't even

know I'm hurt

You

know I've done

Now I

know I've won

it, I

You don't

know my son

well, you

know my work

You

know, Eiffel

You

know, I just

you

know, niceness

I'd like you

know, Simon

You

know, spy stuff

than the triumphant

Lord Byron

Steve Martin and

Lorne Michaels

temporarily at extraordinary

time, by extremely

low prices

I am become incurably

low-minded

I will

mold my son

rolled around in

more diamonds

It needs

more fire

the work, weaker,

more frightened

perhaps you need

more guidance

say, the

more I love

 

More like bummed

not read,

more like heard

it was

more like love

 

More like tusks

who seems

more like us

to me

more like, uh

It's

more like, um

go get some

more lion

something a little

we find someplace

more private

He wished

more quiet

more productive and

more vibrant

quality becomes even

more vital

electric generators once

more, iron

who are the

most frightened

nature at its

most primal

think is the

most tired

because there were

no buyers

no seasoning,

no fine herbs

there was

window that has

no fire

if there were

no higher

money, no car,

no license

tunneling where

no light comes

prize me

no prizes

there she has

tongue he had

no rival

He had

no rivals

art, no literature,

there can be
there would be

no science

There is

no silence

There are

no spices

locking horns with

no Tigers

their warranty-deeds give

no title

The dead have

no titles

a result is

it to be

no trifle

And he had

no vices

 

Norm Schryer

of Shanxi, in

North China

laud your God

O Zion

battery level,

oh my word

became orphans,

oh, my sons

welcome to it,

ol' timer

my big

ol' white butt

beneath your crust,

Old dial

just a grumpy

old lion

We're

old rivals

sex with these

old timers

Just like

old times, huh

twelve years

old, I'm done

You'll never grow

old, Michael

It's an impressive list,

She was just an

old-timer

compare yourself against the

He belongs with your
to hear about the

old-timers

by choice,

or by birth

ask Chris Brown

mention of Russia

or China

burns out

or dies young

by either fire

or fire

of four

or five words

in the Mid-Levels

promised me dog

or higher

service for sale

or hire

countries like Argentina

or Iceland

know pardon, forgiveness

or kindness

me or Madeline

or Michael

my food

to myself

or my son

change me

or my words

the higher-ups, public

or private

device of art

Math
new in philosophy
presidents, wars, numbers

or science

is Divine Knowledge

or Science

than the gods

or Titans

mother or sisters

or Titus

feelings or families

or trials

either getting smarter

or wiser

a good scientist

or writer

can't recognize their

own bias

gonna start my

own Bible

appear in its

own brightness

You have your

own climate

belief in our

own guidance

he's got his

whole of our

own island

machine in his

made to His

own likeness

Make your

own minds up

This is our

own pirate

My very

own riot

It was my

own silence

one is his

own sire

succumbs to his

own virus

from hating their

own whiteness

than my

own wife does

off by his

own wire

want to

phone my mum

Send the

phone spiders

atheist, civil libertarian, left-wing

pro-lifer

appearance of a

rogue island

rock and

roll I heard

And you,

frightened,
got one life,
I just meet
My name's

Rose Tyler

Meet

Rose Wilder

accounts of the

Scopes trial

bit rattled, and perhaps

You are so

short-sighted

its very own

show trials

And these are

board buy some

snow tires

You're

You're ever

so fired

YOU ARE

SO FIRED

I'm

so frightened

any proof,

flights leave,

so I just

Or

so I've heard

have to be

so mindful

me, it's just

so pious

for a while,

It was
it's just
mom wouldn't be
why are you
You were
your mind is
You're

so quiet

Black Dynamite, you're

so righteous

to get

so riled up

sign up,

so sign up

are the drums

so silent

He was

know it, I'm
like to be
made me feel
That's
the day, just
We were
You look

so tired

me be your

soul driver

all our national

sports idols

She

stole my pearls

Osborn, you

stole my work

a convenience

store night clerk

firm when the

storm rises

did you put

those fireworks

Ali walks among

those giants

and pick

those guys up

friends with

not involve

those I love

hearts of

those I've touched

how about

those Niners

I love

those side-burns

That -

those vials

supposed to

toast my buns

You

tore my shirt

wife is a

troll, sire

work of the world-

war private

Remember the Nuremberg

War Trials

stamps the president as

war-minded

to translate the

whole Bible

Communists in the

whole island

in your

whole life does

My

whole life sucks

Ruin his

whole life's work

for the

in the

whole wide world

hundred dollars

won't buy her

Shit, it

won't light up

to the New

York Island

You know

your Bible

will hear from

your client

be hard on

in front of
rather straightforward with
the rest of
tricks to defend

your clients

time to change

your diaper

cholesterol is in

I'll be managing
liver oil to
recent changes in

your diet

should check out

your driver

patch if

your eye works

gig with

your eyes shut

You close

your eyes, son

This is

your final

Girls, tend

your fires

Your brothers need

your guidance

about serving you,

apocalypse is pleasant,
have our apologies,
Is it noticeable,
just once more,
match her looks,
most humble servant,
mouths to feed,
uh,
We're truly sorry,
You've failed,

Your Highness

is greater than

your idol

like to leave

Take me to
This is not

your island

adventurers can repay

blind him with
I encroached upon
I will remember
not worthy of
think of as

your kindness

you for

your kinds words

did you get

I am revoking
let me see
long you had
pass and get

your license

 

Your life sucks

you've messed

your life up

much is

your life worth

one of

your life, huh

completion of

successes of
traitors destroyed

your life's work

is not

your line sir

on, make

your mind up

one, Making

Your Mind Up

know how

your mind works

understand how

your minds work

Choose me or

your pyre

a roof cleaning

your rifle

Are these

Now get

your rifles

the challenge of

your rival

am disappointed in

evil, feel about
The reason for

your silence

can beat up

I'm not

your sire

you when

your time comes

little air in

your tires

Conductor, what's

then why lose
There's
Unworthy of

your title

So much for

your titles

a friend during

your trial

I finished

truth and endure

your trials

the middle of

your visor

each other,

your wife's butt

stripping down to

your y-fronts

with 1 extra syllable

It

absorbs right up

point I was

almost fired

He's

alone, tired

Vincent - you're

Vincent, you're

also fired

The

Baroque Cycle

the period

before my birth

all of Kongo

Bongo Island

with wicked demons,

cutthroat pirates

others, and to

dispose trifles

more speech, not

enforced silence

the manner

extolled by Burke

I

follow my blood

Title and the

Hardcore Title

and I am

henceforth silent

and without a

household fire

To

ignore my lust

ending the fighting in

the long struggle in

Indo-China

 

Kryptonite hurts

 

Leo Ryan

 

Menno Simons

extracted during the

Moscow trials

 

Nacho Libre

the cowardly and the

narrow-minded

all the recent

Negro riots

heat, like a

newborn spider

one and

performs like one

and what he called

pseudo-science

on the Underground

Railroad Isaac

Antarctica and some

remote islands

The

scoreboard lights up

TV, he's

shallow like us

ignorant, and the

shallow minded

I

swallowed my cud

weirdos who do

weirdo science

Mott's

widow, Michael

to the

window, my love

with 2 extra syllables

don't belong here

anymore, Michael

seen in a

Baltimore nightclub

on making further

dinosaur hybrids

 

Theodore Dreiser

hot dogs and

tomato slices

be supernatural in

tomorrow's science

Perhaps it's more

uncontrolled, wilder

with 3 extra syllables

at basic on

Coronado Island

take away my

superhero license