1.Rize Of The Fenix
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack BlackJohn Kimbrough
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack BlackJohn Kimbrough
When 'The Pick of Destiny' was released, it was a bomb
And all the critics said that The D was done
The sun had set and the chapter had closed
But one thing no one thought about was The D will rise again
Just like the phoenix,
We'll fucking rise again!
That's right the phoenix,
We'll rise again!
Cause' the fiery heart of a champion cannot be quelched
By a failure or an embarrassment, no way, no
And the critics all agreed it was a stinky pile of chee
But that does not mean that our hearts are not strong
Just like the phoenix,
We'll fucking rise again!
That's right the phoenix,
We'll rise again!
Sun shining, it's a Hell of a day
Riding back and it's headed your way
D's here, now we're putting on a show
We're sneaking up, climbing into your window
Out rocking, yea we're rocking again
Black Mamba is my personal friend
Phil Jackson is the master of zen
We'll pick you up, take you out on the weekend
It's the rise of the phoenix,
It's the call of attack
And you'll know when you've seen us
The fucking D is back, ya'll!
Lovemaking all the way to the top
Boots smoking, but I'm not gonna stop
Bossa Nova is a beautiful dance
Hot-blooded, that's a lots of romance
It's the rise of the phoenix,
And we ride with the pack
It's the magic between us
The fucking D is back
But what if it's true？
If Tenacious D has died, what will we do？
And what will we do,
About all the fans who have The D tattoo？
They'll have them removed,
They'll have to laser off their D tattoos
Tattoos..
They'll have to laser off their D tattoos
One hit!
One hit!
One hit!
Yea, I'm hoping this is it
One hit!
Top 10 hit!
Top 40 hit!
Top 1,000 hit!
I don't care,
As long as we get there!
We'll start anew,
And you can get a new Tenacious D tattoo!
You can get a new Tenacious D tattoo!
2.Low Hangin' Fruit
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
3.Classical Teacher
Lyricist：Kyle GassJD RyznarJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJD RyznarJack Black
us to be the
best fucking band in the world.
We're like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
fuck it!
Y'know what I mean？
fucking,
y'know a Texas Two-Step or something, to add to his arsenal？
a little sloppy.
and hired a dude.
hey! I
swear, if you don't like it we'll fucking fire his ass. He's
out.
be Philharmonic)
your technique.
it up please, can you pick it up？
up a guitar!
from the body.
You go and play the guitar now. Play.
tight.
on your mouth, on your lips.
FOUNDATIONS!
fucking
serious! Let's get physical! Alright. Let's take it from the
top.
4.Senorita
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack BlackJohn Kimbrough
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack BlackJohn Kimbrough
Señorita, tasty mamacita
Tell me baby, what's your name
Oh Conchita, won't you have a seat-a
Tell me baby, who's to blame？
I'll fuckin' kill the man who has done you wrong
My body's shakin' out of control
His name is Larry, oh he's really scary
Drinkin' at the fuckin' bar
Tap his shoulder, muscles like a boulder
Tell him that's he's gone too far
He laughs and tells me to fuckin' fuck myself
Now my blood is boilin' over my soul
Hey!
Did you just tell me to fuckin' fuck myself？
A little lady named Conchita
When my fist connects at Larry, falls down to the ground
I see he's cut me with a bottle
My pistol rises, cause it's time to double down
Larry runs, I chase him out full-throttle
Dónde estás mi horse？ ¡Allí!
Dígame, ¿donde estas Larry？ ¿Alli？
¿En las montañas？ ¿Donde, en el cañon？
Muy bien, ¿Coldwater Cañon？
Andale, hey, ha, ha
Ah, te llamo mi Conchita
Yo tengo hambre para tu boca
Mira mi cara
Soy el fuego para tu beso
Mi amor
Watchin' Larry in his sanctuary thinkin' that he got away
With Conchita, oh my mamacita, kissing him upon the face
I fuckin' rue the day that I fought for you
Now my mind is spinnin' out of control
Ah I'm sorry mamacita
Oh my little señorita
I ¿？ señorita
5.Deth Starr
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
The world is fucking turning to shit
The earth don't stand a chance
Hurricane typhoon will destroy the city
We've got to clean up the skies and recycle
We've got to stop the overpopulation
But most important of all
We've got to build a Deth Starr
Deth Starr, it's a fuckin' ship
It's a son of a bitch, y'all, and we're building it
It's gonna take us up into the sky
We don't need the earth, we're gonna fuckin' fly sky high
Deth Starr is a son of a bitch, y'all
Gonna take us into outer space
Get your shit together motherfucker
We're gonna start a new human race in the sky
In the sky!
You know we will be rockin' on the Deth Starr
Solar eclipse of the sky
Everybody goin' insane
Futuristic video games
Everybody have a good time
Synthesizing water to wine
But how？ How？
I hired a nerd
I fuckin' paid a nerd
It is absurd, but I paid him to build it
Cause I don't know how to build that shit, that's right
There's a vacuum in space
It fuckin' sucks your face
Day or night, you gots to make it airtight
You gotta build that shit, make it out of sight
The fuckin' Deth Starr!
You know we will be rockin' on the Deth Starr
We will be Democratic on the Deth Starr
There will be lots of bonin' on the Starr
Havin' lots of sex with my friends
Bonin' on a virtual plane
Fuckin' 'til I'm fuckin' insane, oh!
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, right there (Oh)
Bend over that space module (Oh yeah)
Oh, zero gravity fucking (Oh yeah)
Hey look, there's Uranus! (Oh that shit is tight)
We got to build more Starrs
We got to spread out far
Seven strong, we gots to bang a gong
But baby, hold up for now, there's something wrong
What's that？
That's a fuckin' squid
An evil alien squid
Join up ships, we got to let it rips
We got to blow that bitch to another dimension
Deth Starr!
We got to build a hundred of them
Deth Starr!
We spread across the galaxy
Deth Starr!
You know we will be rockin' on the Starr
Deth Starr!
We gotta build a million of them
Deth Starr!
We're spread across the galaxy
Deth Starr!
We must divide and conquer on the Starr
Deth Starr!
So we search the galaxy
For other forms of life
We got to drink their nutrients
To sustain high quality of life
So we scoop up the creatures
Then we put them in a geodesic dome
But the question arises, my friend
What have we become？
Deth Starr!
6.Roadie
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
Well it's 3pm, time to lug the gear
Gotta get it on the stage
My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day
When I check the mic, I fuckin' check the mic
I fuckin' checka-checka one, two, three
I plug it in, I make a sound as good as can be
Cause the rockers rock, but the roadies roll
Gotta take the mic because I take control
Gotta get that shit up on that fuckin' stage
Because the roadie knows what the roadie knows
And the roadie knows that he wears black clothes
And he hides off in the shadows off the stage
Because the roadie
Looks a thousand miles with his eyes
And when the crowd roars
Brings a tear drop to the roadie's eyes
Tears of pride
Because he brought you the show
But you will never know
He's changing the strings
While hiding in the wings
No matter how hard, the show must go on
Then a beautiful girl come to me
She say, 'Hey can I sucka your dick？'
I say, 'Yays, I am in love'
Then she quickly say, 'I sucked your dick
Now give me that backstage pass
I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode'
I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams
Without me there'd be no sound from those amps
Without me there'd be no lights on the stage
But you don't applaud for me
No, I am the roadie!
Lonesome warrior searching for his soul
No, I am the roadie!
I make the rock go!
Roadie, roadie, roadie!
7.Flutes ＆ Trombones
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack BlackBob Odenkirk
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack BlackBob Odenkirk
Just, ya know
Dude, are you comin' in here at night with a fuckin' flute
And layin' down flute tracks？
You goddamn motherfuckin' stupid piece of shit!
What are you doing out here anyway？
What are you doing here？
You're on my shit about being here
What are you doing here？
What do you have behind your-that's a trombone!
I'll fight you!
8.The Ballad Of Hollywood Jack And The Rage Kage
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
This is the ballad of Hollywood Jack and the Rage Kage
Nothin' could stop him when Jables and Kage hit the stage
And Hollywood Jack hit the big time and went to make movies
Rage Kage was left far behind in the dust of his dreams
And he grumbled and growled and watched Hollywood Jack on Jay
Leno
He bellowed and said he'd be nothing without help from Kage
He burned up the photos of Jables and Kage doin' mushrooms
Fuck him! I don't need no Hollywood Jack, anyway
So Hollywood Jack lived up high on a hill in a bubble
And Rage Kage lived deep in the broiling valley below
Yes the Rage Kage bubbled with rage
He looked at the ground and he looked on the stage
The lava was flowin' and broilin' inside the old Kage
As Hollywood Jack climbed the ladder of stardom before him
He watched as his indie credentials flew right out the door
He'd make millions and then he'd go out and make even more
millions
He'd screen KG's calls and snort coke off the ass of a whore
No one respected him, they just rejected him
No one would represent Kage
Left on the streets of his dreams he would cry
And he'd rage, for the stage
Ahahaaa
Then Hollywood Jack got a message that Kage was in trouble
They sent Kage away cause he had gone completely insane
So Hollywood Jack jumped upon a jet plane
And flew all that night through the rain
To be with his friend, to see what remained of his brain
Then Hollywood Jack told the doctors, 'You've got to retrieve
him
You've got the technology, use the techniques of your trade'
He grabbed the lapels and he screamed, 'By God, you must save
him!
Because Rage Kage and I, can't you see that we're one in the
same？'
Aaaah!
Rage Kage
Oh, Rage Kage
There be magic inside that old name
And you know
That you know
When you're going completely insane
Ah, the Rage Kage
Ah, the Rage Kage
Oh, the lion will roar once again
And you know
Yes, you know
When you're going completely insane
Nothing and no one could harm the old Rage Kage again
Nothing and no one could harm the old Rage Kage again
Nothing and no one could harm the old Rage Kage again
Nothing and no one could harm the old Rage Kage again
Nothing and no one could harm the old Rage Kage again
Hollywood Jack and Rage Kage will ride once again
9.Throw Down
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
10.Rock Is Dead
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
Go
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Talk to my friend, that's what he said
Is rock still around？ No rock is dead
It's all over, rock and roll is dead
Bottle of jack, Mercury Fred
Muscle car, Grateful Dead
Lord of the Rings, Zeppelin Led
Devil tattoo, Right Said Fred
It's all over, rock and roll is dead
Take it Kones!
Started with blues, Belly of lead
Then there was Elvis, Nicky some red
Beatles arrive, started a trend
Axl Rose, give me some head
It's all over, rock and roll is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Get that freight train out of my head
Because a rock and a roll is a fuckin' dead
It's all over, rock and roll is dead
It's all over, rock and roll is dead
It's all over, rock and roll
Oh so baby now, rock and roll
R-r-r-r-r-rock and roll
Is dead
Woo
11.They Fucked Our Asses
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
They fucked our asses
They fucked 'em hard
But we kept our indie cred
For the whole nine yards
Ha
They blocked our album
They fucked our show
But we marched through hill and ill
Through the ice and snow
Ha
12.To Be The Best
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
To be the best, we gotta pass the test
We gotta make it all the way
To the top of the mountain!
We can do it again!
To feel the high, we got to learn to fly
We got to take it to the sky
On the wings of an eagle!
You're the best in the world!
You are the best, but you say you don't know
You've got the touch, now come on let it show
You call the shots
But you know that you gots to believe in
The things that you dream in
You search for the meaning
Is very revealin'
The power of bein'
Is what you're feelin'
You gotta believe!
That you're simply the best!
13.39
Lyricist：Kyle GassJack Black
Writer(s)：Kyle GassJack Black
She's 39, but she still looks young
Not very young, but a lot of fun
She's my 39 lady in the sun
49 and I'm feelin' fine
In the sun that's a lot of fun
Drinkin' mai tais, kickin' back with my flip-flops on
I'm wearin' socks and my toe is tight
I think about her every damn night
39 year-old lady, she looks pretty good to me
I'm 49, drinkin' white wine
Not goin' out with no 19 year-old chickities no more
From now on I got my 39 year-old whore
Oh!
Don't you call her a whore
I'll fuckin' tear your esophagus out
She's sweet and she's getting old
And she's mine, to have and to hold
She needs a dentist appointment quick
I pay for it and she sucka my dick
When we text each other, I fiddle with my anus
Ahh, stick a finger in it!
Then a fuckin' didariddly doo
And I fuckin' gots to spew
Upon my belly, dripped upon my shoe
Get me a tissue
Chardonnay in the setting sun
She's 39, but she's number one
Get the apartment just right, she's comin' over tonight
I like it cause I don't feel scared
She's 39, I'm in my underwear
Here she comes, comin' down the hallway
She's knockin' on my door!
I open the door
There she is, not too bad, good enough
39 year-old lady, young enough for me
Boobies droopin', but she's good enough for me
Trimmed her pussy hairs, good enough for me
Mature woman, she's my lady
Uh huh, uh huh, ooh yeah
She ain't gonna be fuckin' around with no other guys
Nanananah-nah, she's mine, she's my special lady
Special lady
We can see a fuckin' movie
And agree it's a total piece of shit
Comfortable shoes, never lose
We can fuckin' talk about some things
She don't need no diamond rings
She don't need no diamond rings
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