Hossein Khosrow Ali Vaziri (Persian:حسین خسرو علی وزیری) (born March 15, 1943) is a semi-retired Iranian professional wrestler and actor better known by his ring name The Iron Sheik. He is known for ending the near six-year World Wrestling Federation Championship reign of Bob Backlund, and for being the man Hulk Hogan defeated for his first WWF Championship.
A heel throughout the 1980s, he later gained popularity on Opie and Anthony, Kidd Chris, The Howard Stern Show, and on the internet due to his shoot interviews and outbursts on the wrestling industry and the hatred he expressed for various wrestlers.
Khosrow was born in Tehran, Iran. He made a name for himself as an amateur wrestler, and also worked as a bodyguard for Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi and his family for several years.
Khosrow competed to become part of the Iranian Olympic Greco Roman team for the 1968 Summer Olympics held in Mexico.
After this, he moved to the United States and became the assistant coach of two US Olympic squads in the 1970s. In 1971, he was the Amateur Athletic Union Greco-Roman wrestling champion at 183.5 pounds. He was assistant coach to the USA team for the 1972 Olympic Games in Munich.
Howard Allan Stern (born January 12, 1954) is an American radio personality, television host, author, actor and photographer best known for his radio show which was nationally syndicated from 1986 to 2005. He gained wide recognition in the 1990s where he was labeled a "shock jock" for his outspoken and sometimes controversial style. Stern has been exclusive to Sirius XM Radio, a subscription-based satellite radio service, since 2006. The son of a former recording and radio engineer, Stern wished to pursue a career in radio at the age of five. While at Boston University he worked at the campus station WTBU before a brief stint at WNTN in Newton, Massachusetts.
He developed his on-air personality when he landed positions at WRNW in Briarcliff Manor, WCCC in Hartford and WWWW in Detroit. In 1981, he was paired with his current newscaster and co-host Robin Quivers at WWDC in Washington, D.C. Stern then moved to WNBC in New York City in 1982 to host afternoons until his firing in 1985. He re-emerged on WXRK that year, and became one of the most popular radio personalities during his 20-year tenure at the station. Stern's show is the most-fined radio program, after the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) issued fines to station licensees for allegedly indecent material that totaled $2.5 million. Stern has won Billboard's Nationally Syndicated Air Personality of the Year award eight times, and is one of the highest-paid figures in radio.
Sam Roberts (born October 2, 1974) is a Juno Award-winning Canadian rock singer-songwriter, whose 2001 debut release, The Inhuman Condition, became one of the bestselling independent releases in Quebec and Canadian music history.
Born in Westmount three weeks after his parents immigrated to Montreal from South Africa, Sam Roberts grew up on Cedar Avenue in Pointe-Claire, where his family moved when he was five years old. He attended St. Edmund Elementary School in Beaconsfield, Loyola High School in N.D.G. and John Abbott College in Ste. Anne de Bellevue before graduating from McGill University in Montreal. Roberts formed the band that eventually became known as William in 1993. The band's name was changed to Northstar in 1996. Although the band gained some notice in independent rock circles, they never broke through to a national audience and broke up in 1999 after failing to release an album. Roberts' bandmate George Donoso went on to significant success in indie rock circles with The Dears but Roberts struggled for several years afterward.
I'm anxious, I think I'll be alright
And I'm wasted but I'm not gonna waste the night
Maybe I'll go outside, maybe get a life
Making stupid faces
I'm begging the question
And wasting the answers
Just for the fuck of it
I'm staring x-rays, I can see whats inside
I'm weightless but I'm not gonna wait all night
Desperate places call for more desperate measures
We're destined for failure
Playing our parts in it
I'm braced for the ending
I'm through pretending now
we get up early, we come home tired
our lives for hire, we're making money for someone else
can't breathe like there's hands around my throat
can't scream this place is filled with ghosts
everybody's looking for something
can't leave or we're left with nothing
clap your hands do the dead man shuffle
slouch our way into an early grave
is it disappointment or mild annoyance?
a sense of contentment or fucking resentment?
move your feet to this dead end beat
slouch our way into an early grave
get out of bed, get fucking dressed
and think of better ways to keep busy
clap your hands do the dead man shuffle
killing ourselves for a living wage
get out of bed
get fucking dressed
not like this, it's a parable
it's a fucking myth it's a show
and honestly I'm not a dishonest guy
but that doesn't mean that I can't tell a lie
if you don't believe me take a look in my eyes
you see we're all faking and it's no big surprise
everybody just makes it up as they go along
with a mind like this who needs enemies
this antagonist keeps me honest
silly as it seems
this nonsense means everything
it's kind of an inside joke
but truer words were never spoke
everybody's stuck but were fucked 'til we move along
It's a mystery
why we see things so differently
but something has got to give
I can't say why it's just the way it is
everybody just makes it up as they go
and everybody's fucked
These are the risks I take, this is the life I chose
And if I make mistakes at least they are my own
There is no fate but what we make
And in the end we all terminate
If we try and make our time worthwhile
Then we've done alright
The lights are out the doors are closed
The end of the show the end of the road
We can pretend that we don't know
I want to smash my face into that god damn radio
it may seem strange but these urges come and go
I'm seeing double now, I tell the truth in stereo
I don't say much and when I do it's not enough
I can taste the grief, feel that old anger bubble up
it makes it hard to breathe
it makes a case for throwing up
so I medicate and when my eyes are red enough
I start thinking straight and I can face the day
Face down, lights out
put some music on maybe I'll come around
maybe find the will to sing
and all the things I could never say
will come pouring out of me
through my broken teeth
the best and worst of me
I sold my soul now I age but don't get old
and to this day it's the best deal I ever made
all the things i could never say
will come spraying out of my face
through my broken teeth
remember when time was all we had?
no care for the sand in the hourglass
each new night was another shot
to stake our claim on a parking lot
remember when friends we're all we'd need?
day followed the night and we'd let it lead
in the basement
on the pavement
we couldn't conceive of an end to it
but it's not like that anymore
re-group, re-calculate
rushing in was our first mistake
re-think, re-calibrate
set our sights on something bigger
(maybe move on to better things)
remember the pain of growing up?
it may have hurt but it sure was fun
it made us who we are now
it gave us a mystery to figure out
this is what we waited for
these days not much has changed
except how we feel and whats at stake
but we are still the same
should we chose to linger
The cycle goes on and on
an endless circle of scaring the shit out of me
as we get strung along
dragged 'til were nothing but cosmic debris
If there's something wrong
then there's something wrong with everything
and what spurs us on
will pull us apart
just trying to find our place
fight our way through a four dimensional space
and our reward for this
is not knowing why we exist
if there's nothing wrong
then there's nothing wrong with anything
and what spurs us on
will pull us apart
If I can ask one thing when I am dead
would you lay me down by the river bed?
let me wash away
let it take me back from where I came
all I am and all I was is just
blood and dirt and bones and mud
and I'm better off that way
Do we think about the lives we've led
Or where we'll go when we are dead?
Of course we do
Do we pack it in and hedge our bets
Or believe, every now and then
That we made the best of it?
Do we live for a paycheck?
Would we pay for a new life?
Spend all our days in a world that is plagued
By motivations that are selfish at best
Lock our hopes up in our head
I can't explain it, it came to me in a dream
Can you keep a secret? It's my greatest weakness
I never really know whats impossible
I've fucked up before
I can't really say that I won't fuck up anymore
(I don't really have a choice)
It doesn't matter anyway, free will will be the end of me
It will be the end of me
The feeling's nameless, it changes me while I sleep
I've fucked up before
I can't really say that I won't fuck up anymore
(I don't really have a choice)
But it doesn't matter anyway
Free will will be the end of me
It will be the end of me
Can you keep a secret? It's my greatest weakness
I never learned how to be responsible
I've fucked up before
I can't really say that I won't fuck up anymore
(I don't really have a choice)
But it doesn't matter anyway
Free will will be the end of me
a little blood in the water but thats all it too
a talking snake in the garden now all hell's breaking loose
if you could open your eyes you'd fucking see for yourself
the simple truth of it is we let them take our future
and fuck it to death
we are aware of what they are saying, no one cares if it's true
the light at the end of the tunnel is a rope that ends in a noose
we could put an end to the lies that we've been telling ourselves
just know that we're part of it now
if we don't keep moving we'll be eaten alive
are we strong enough to take a long hard look right at the guts?
roll our shirt sleeves up and get to the heart of what's hurting us
put a price on life and we're buying it
but the cost is high and who's paying for that?
maybe we can get rich off them
maybe it's just a means to an end
like trying to breathe underwater it hurts and it don't work
ache for the sake of a dollar and all that it's worth
would you just roll your eyes and put an end to yourself
by then I'd had enough
I couldn't stand to watch you die
so I died first, that's how I survived
now I can't feel the ground tremble beneath my feet
and I won't make a sound while
this town crumbles into the sea
It's been years, even after all this time
I'm still here there's simply nothing inside
when I held your head and whispered into you ear
"it's okay to leave now, there's nothing left for you here."
I knew I had nothing left to fear
it's not hard to keep it inside
a feeling so hard to describe
I don't know if that's okay
I'm gonna do it anyway
do it anyway
yeah it hurt, it's almost something else now
I cried so much I thought I might drown
I'm out of tears, I'll make no concessions
through all these years I've learned a lesson
every thing I love will die
is the song worth singing
when there's no one listening?
you know the words
you know they hurt
but you know they're right
when you got the urge
you thought you were the first
but you will never be first at anything
are your ears still ringing?
are the wounds still stinging?
you know the words
you know every verse
you know what's right
that's what makes this worse
so fucking absurd
life is weird but were together here
so what's the use in being normal
burn the village and take what's left
do the things that we've been doing to death.
taking things too seriously
that's a motherfucking time bomb
so bite the bullet and take a breath
look at me I'll be laughing to death
If I hear another word about a better place
I'll paint these walls with my fucking brains
you say I wouldn't but if I did you don't think I'd go to hell for it
I agree and then we laugh
a cosmic joke or a master plan?
the best part of it is
either way we couldn't give a shit.
there's no answers, so take a guess and make up the rest.
I may start to reminisce about better days
or the obliteration of the human race
if it never fucking ends
I can't begin to make sense of it
so let's agree we'll always laugh
not miss the joke and do what we can
to take it all with a grin
you took the first fucking chance to get out of town
I'm cool with that but I still want you around
I wouldn't say I'm stuck here but that's irrelevant
because you're free and clear
but don't sweat it
I'm just saying
I couldn't really make a case for staying
I don't think I'm wrong, I don't think you're wrong
in the worst fucking case we could lose ourselves
each of us in a personal hell
we can take the heartache
as we stumble our way
through our old mistakes
and I get it
I don't regret it
I just want to be the one who said it
right or wrong it's different when you're gone
we made a hell of a mess out of this poor town
we've been given the chance to spread it around
we do things the hard way
we all fall apart at our own pace
ugly bedrooms bred bad habits
made it hard to see through all the static
does it ever end? It never fucking ends
we saw it coming
from a thousand miles away
it's a brand new day
and we all find our way (home)
(home) is where the heart stays
when the heart strays
I can't stand the cold, it cuts to the bone
And you can't wear good intentions
What's plan B for mice and men
When your best laid plans have shit the bed?
We'll survive on the lies we're fed
Because you can't eat promises
Will we even live to see the end?
Posters and peeling paint
The walls, the floors they all seem the same
Any difference feels insignificant
Will we even live to see the end?
It's an arrangement that tends to disappoint
We're not mis-informed we just miss the point
The silence grows, turn on the stereo
There's a shiver running down my spine
I've got half a mind to break the laws of space and time
(And one day we'll scream it)
Right here from the the top of the world
(Someday we'll mean it)
You can see my house from here
We've seen better days
When all is said and done we can't complain
There's a song that's running through my mind
There's a range of things I think about but can't define
(And one day we'll scream it)
When we take over the world
(Someday we'll mean it)
there's a kind of focus
a subtle art to losing sleep
it takes a certain special kind of person
to make decisions as fucked as these
but thats just the start just a small part
of what makes us who we are
we make our intentions clear
we choose our words carefully
we don't believe everything we hear
we still have some noise to make
If there's a god he hates us
does what he can to see us fail
but were not superstitious
so we don't fucking care
we just need a spark, a light in the dark
to show us where we are
defend against the hordes
with rusty shields and broken swords
all we need are words
a handful of drunken slurs
truth be told, we'll always know