What lyrics are you listening to now?

[rollinder]

Big bang, where we going?
What we doing this night?
Feeling drunk already,
Maybe drink got spiked
But, more like the other like
that im just a lightweight
but i dont care man
I been drunk forever, I’m sedated
Hatred, I’m sedated, pages, I’m sedated
Worthwhile stages, cages, and all of my rage

This is a good time
To start dancing to this song man
A good one DJ
Play the record on man

So where be Joey? Get us a drink a dimp o'whisky
I look at the lady she be shady, but we raving
What ya' doing? Where you going to there after?

She says, "Get the fuck out man,
You seem to be so plastered!"
Well we be all the night
Kicking it, staring at girls alight

Well its all good man, what goes on, to think
You can't walking it drunk down the Strand
An' talk about how we missed the whole club queue

Who the fuck are you?

It's heavy, it's on my mind
Cos' you say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

It's heavy, it's on my mind
You say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking your lines
Say calm down dearest

Remember shooting shit down the old alleyways
Talking tragedy and music like old Holiday
I remember what we doing then
I don't remember that
It's the past it's the future
I don't know how to carry on
Through the rights and wrongs
Kick it like we know the songs
Already we thought we rock steady
Down and on the dancefloor

An' I don't get no fights
When I get angry drunk
Sit down in the corner and
Sulk my fucking socks off

So who the fuck are we? Just the boys in the city
It’s all been done before and we’ll do it again so
See you later you alligators
We’ll be back I’m sure next week and sit in the bar you know
So bye, bye, bye we'll try never to die
We are so young we don’t understand if we cannot fly

It's heavy, it's on my mind
Cos' you say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

It's heavy, it's on my mind
You say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

It's heavy, it's on my mind
You say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

 

[rollinder]

I searched through the drinkers
each propped over his glass
I ran through each bar
until I found Guy at last
Guy you've been to the doctor
no I don't think it wise
took one of his pills
boiled the blood in my eyes.

When you played the master mix
to the company man
took three million worldwide
to make him understand
You don't work for peanuts
but they'll push you too
it's that company trick
we're all jumping through
Bet you ain't had no food now
since you last went to sleep
the wild seed that was sowed
will take forever to reap.

What days and nights though
rocking out of Ham Yard
Oh skip that fandango
bring the blues back down hard
Though Chuck would never admit it
at the door of the jail
there stood Guy Stevens
and he was waving the bail.

Guy you've finished the booze
and you run out of speed
but the wild side of life
is the one that we need.

 

[rollinder]

La la la la

Born to multiply or
Born to gaze into night skies
When all you want’s one more Saturday
Well look here until then
They gonna buy your life's time
So keep your wick in the air
And your feet in the fetters 'till the day...
We come in doing cartwheels
We all crawl out by ourselves
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth
I'll gouge my eyes

You’ll be damned to be one of us girl
Faced with a dodo’s conundrum
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happend every time I tried

Oh duotone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all
He never dreamt of such sterile hands
You keep them folded in your lap
Or raise them up to beg for scraps
You know he's holding you down
With the tips of his fingers just the same

Will you be pulled from the ocean
But just a minute too late
Or changed by a potion
And find a handsome young mate for you to love

You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's
Well do it now or grow old
'Cause your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold

Been alone since you were 21
You haven't laughed since January
You try and make like this is so much fun
But we know it to be quite contrary

La la la la la la la

Dare to be one of us girl
Facing the android's conundrum
You see I felt like I should just cry
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin
Yeah Himmler in your coat
You don't know how long I have been watching
The lantern dim starved of oxygen
So give me your hand and let's jump out the window

la la la la la

 

[Winker]

Whiskey, gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm trying to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine
So join me for a drink boys
We're gonna make a big noise
So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the tip
We'll get hell to pay
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Yeah
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
On me
Come on
Dizzy, drunk and fightin'
On tequila white lightnin'
My glass is getting shorter
On whiskey, ice and water
So come on and have a good time
And get blinded out of your mind
So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque
We'll get hell to pay
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
On me
Get stoned
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Yeah
Have a drink on me
Come on
Oooh
Gonna roll around
Gonna hit the ground
Take another swing
Have another drink
Gonna drink it dry
Gonna get me high
Come on all the boys
Make a noise
CHORUS
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink oooooooon me

 

[Groucho]

and don't forget when your elders forget to say their prayers
take them by the legs and throw them down the stairs

 

[N_igma]

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight cant be delayed

No earth, just sky its so surreal
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

Im standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style

And for far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

 

[rollinder]

Jethro Tull We Used To Know

Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days.
We used to know.

Nights of winter turn me cold;
Fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race, the race was won
By running slowly.

Could be soon we'll cease to sound
Slowly upstairs, faster down,
Then to revisit stony ground.
We used to know.

Remembering mornings, shillings spent.
Made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days, they came and went,
Giving way to fruitful years.

Saving up the birds in hand.
While in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
Says it's time to go.

Each to his own way; I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know.

I can't beilive they played this on Hollyoaks

 

[dlx1]

Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears

I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why

I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart

 

[Mrs Magpie]

A wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours
But they make it very clear
They've got no room for ravers
They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall
They doing me crust in, it's no good at all - ah

Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away-a

Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow
Gor blimey hello Mrs. Jones
How's old Bert's lumbago? He mustn't grumble
Tweedle dee bite
I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune
Tweedle dee bite
To sing in your party while you souse at the moon - oh yeah

Lazy Sunday afternoon-a - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite
I've got no mind to worry - yeah - I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away-a

Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de doy di
A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee - doo doo ....
There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say
And no one can stop me from feeling this way - yeah

Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away

Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift a-
Close my mind and drift away
Close my eyes and drift away

 

[rollinder]

From the streets of San Diego
to the slums of echo park
Broke down and homeless,
that's where I got my start
I bounced around for years doing this and that
but now I'm doing good and I'm never looking back
I began with nothing, I still ain't got much
and when life had me down I had to be tough
From the age of fourteen I was on my own
No one would do it for me so I did it alone
Shelter to shelter, and jail to jail
I'm here to tell you right now that I will not fail
I wish all my old friends could see me now
cause they never would believe what I am doing now

Cause I never gave up (never give up)
I never gave up

And right now I'm where I wanna be
Maybe not for you but it's good enough for me
I don't need no fancy cars or no diamond rings
All I wanna do is get on stage and sing
because my dream is today and I'm doing it strong
No matter what the odds I will still push on
I will do it for the poor who have no voice
and for all of the victims who had no choice
I will do it for the weak who cannot fight
and for those who were wronged i will make things right
It's been an uphill battle, my fingers have bled
but I'm almost there and I'm far from dead

 

[rollinder]

Never fell in love
until I fell in love with you
Never knew what a good time was until I had a good time with
you
If you wanna get the feeling and you wanna get it right
Then the music's gotta be loud
for when the music hits I feel no pain at all

Warm summer night I was drinking with my dad
He tried to give me the love that I never had
But he gave more love to his bottle of wine
So I had to go out and find love of another kind

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up
Fuckin' loud

Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music
I got a place to go

Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music
I got a place to go

Radio clash
magnificent 7
I was a choir boy
you showed me no heaven
Two tools surley lost
no remorse ignoring the cost

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up
Fuckin' loud

Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music
I got a place to go

Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music
I got a place to go

Don't ya know?

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up
Fuckin' loud

Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music
I got a place to go

Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music
I got a place to go
When I got the music
I got a place to go

When I got the music
I got a place to go

Well I got a place
Well I got a place
Well I got a place to go
When I got the music
I got a place to go

When I got the music
I got a place to go
When I got the music
I got a place to go

When I got the music
I got a place to go
When I got the music
I got a place to go

 

[rollinder]

Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell
Ben Zanotto he wasnon there he was waitin' for me
all the punk rockers and the moon stompers
are out on the corners where they sparing for change
I started thinkin' you know I started drinkin'
I don't remember too much of that day
somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
where do you go now when your only 15
with the music execution and the talk of revolution
it bleed in me and it goes
give 'em the boot the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical
give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo
the radio was playin' Desmon Deckers was singin'
on the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
and we all come from unloving homes
I said why even bother I pick up the bottle
hey mr. bus driver please let these people on
rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
my blurry vision saw nothin' wrong

 

[Firky]

ry to sink but it doesn't come off the hook,
Try to build a wall but it's not high enough.


It's all boiling over,
All boiling over.


Try to save your house try to sing you songs,
Try to run but it follows you up the hill.


It's all boiling over
All boiling over
Your little voice, Your little voice.


Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


No more conversation
No more conversation
You should have took me out when you had the chance.
You should have took me out when you had the chance.
I dont want to lose your number
Losin' it, turnin' away,
Don't turn away
Don't turn away.


Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

[rollinder]

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams arn't made quite like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your
love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your
love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your
love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die.
Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

 

[rollinder]

We passed upon the stairs,
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasnt there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes -- I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
Youre face to face,
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand,
I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,
We walked a million hills -- I must have died alone,
A long long time ago.

Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
Youre face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.

 

[Firky]

Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ and not fried
Finger Licking Good
E-I-E-I-O
E-I-E-I-O
E-I-E-I-O
This is porno for your mind, porno for your crotch
It's family entertainment!
E-I-E-I-O
This is actually true stuff folks
We couldn't write anything this crazy
E-I-E-I-O
You're all sickos
You're all sickos
Finger Lickin´ Good (x8)
I want the same stuff
Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ Good
Who's your favorite Cock?
Linger Ficken´ Good
Bill-Bill Reiflin
Linger Ficken´ Good
Paul-Paul Barker
Linger Ficken´ Good
Al-Hypo Luxa
Linger Ficken´ Good
Chris-Chris Connelly!
Linger Ficken´ Good
Luc Van Acker-Luc Van Acker
Linger Ficken´ Good
Name that Cock!

Revco.
Revolting Cocks
Yeah,thats who I work for right now.
Now I must be really hard-up to work for some muthafuckas with a
name for a group like that
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, I know Paul, Paul, yeah
You know but see, yeah, ya'll may know him by other names
Hermes, Pan, Ion, You know mmm ton of shit
Sperm bank
I didn't know he had nothing in him
Thought he shot blanks
Shit
On man crime raid ah-ha!
Muthafucka should be in jail
Stupid muthafucka
You know what I'm talkin´ about?
Yeah
Mikey, yeah I know Mikey
Guitar playin' muthafucka
You know, he can't play worth shit as far as I'm concerned
I play better than him
You know and I try to play keyboards
You know
Fuck that guitar playin´ son of a bitch
Can suck my muthafuckin´ dick
Luc? Luc Van Acker?
You know, ya'll might know him by Gumby
You know Gumbelina, Dumbelina
Homo-belina, I don't know what the fuck
Fuck that muthafucka
I can't understand a fuckin word he says
Grandpa Jougenson?
Oh I know Grandpa Jourgenson
Yeah, ya'll might know him by other things
Punk ass muthafucka
Hypo Luxa, alien son of a bitch
Buck Satan; Buck-Buck Satan
Buck is a scary muthafucker
Buck
Don't fuck with Buck,
Cuz Buck will fuck you up
Fuck Buck though
Yeah, I know Chris too
You might know him by Scorpio
Fuck scorpio
Pinky I like pinky
Sounds like a little bitch name
Pinky ha ha ha ha
Pink pink pink, pink you stink
I wear pink draws
Stupid muthaf-
Bill Reflin
Yeah I know Bill Reflin
He play drums
Try to play drums
You know, Bill the cat
That´s what you might know him as, Bill the cat
He wears like, you know, nice leather jackets
I'm'a steal one o' them muckafuckin´ jackets from his ass
I'm gonna steal his drums too
Dwayne
I know that muthafucka
He aint shit
[Come from outa the projects]?
No talent ass bastard
Fuck all of 'em
Shit
I'm the only muthafucka with them got some gaddamn talent
Fuck Paul, Grandpa, Mikey, Luc, Dwayne, Bill
Kiss my ass
PUNKS!

Who's your favorite Cock?
I love those Cocks, they turn me on
Who's your favorite Cock?
The Revco boys can get it on
Who's your favorite Cock?
The Revco Cocks rule the world
Who's your favorite Cock?
Yippi skippy yin yang yow
Who's your favorite Cock?
Al, Buck Satan
Who's your favorite Cock?
Aw Chris, you're bad
Who's your favorite Cock?
I like it, oh Mikey
Who's your favorite Cock?
Luc Van-Luc Van-Luc-Luc Van Acker
Who's your favorite Cock?
Bill Reflin straight ass muthafuckin´ hoe
Who's your favorite Cock?
Paul Barker, ride pony!
Who's your favorite Cock?
Ride that Cock-do
Who's your favorite Cock?
Mmmm! That feels good
Who's your favorite Cock?
Any Cock I ever met.
Who's your favorite Cock?
Walkin down the street.
Who's your favorite Cock?
I like Cocks, big and small.
Who's your favorite Cock?
Black ones, white ones, cherry-striped ones!
Who's your favorite Cock?
I'm Revco Pussy Girl!
Who's your favorite Cock?
I'll be a Pussy, through and through.
Who's your favorite Cock?
I love the Revco Pussy Girls
Who's your favorite Cock?
Revolting Pussies will hold
Who's your favorite Cock?
Who's your favorite Cock?
Who's your favorite Cock?

It's a Revco world (x14)
Today.

 

[sojourner]

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.

One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.

So in anger I

Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,

Just as fast as I

Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death.

I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart.

And at last here I

Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa's cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa's back door.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I'm getting weary,
Unable to ride.

But my love for

Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.

From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.

 

[snorbury]

w´en mi jus´ come to Landan toun
mi use to work pan di andahgroun
but workin´ pan di andahgroun
y´u don´t get fi know your way around

 

[milesy]

When the mist's a rising
And the rain is falling
And the wind is blowing cold across the moor
I hear the voice of my darling
The girl I loved and lost a year ago

(Johnny remember me)

Well it's hard to believe I know
But I hear her singing in the sighing of the wind
Blowin' in the tree tops way above me

(Johnny remember me)

Yes I'll always remember
Till the day I die
I'll hear her cry
Johnny remember me

Well some day I guess
I'll find myself another little girl
To take the place of my true love
But as long as I live I know
I'll hear her singing in the sighing of the wind
Blowin' in the tree tops way above me

(Johnny remember me)

Yes I'll always remember
Till the day I die
I'll hear her cry
Johnny remember me

(Johnny remember me)

 

[Tank Girl]

Hey hey uh huh huh huh huh oh
Uh huh huh huh huh huh yeah
It's twenty five miles from home
Girl, my feet are hurting mighty bad
Now I've been walking a three day, two lonely nights
You know that I'm mighty mad
But I got a woman waiting for me
That's gonna make this trip worthwhile
You see she's got the kind of lovin' and a kissing
A make a man go stone wild
So I got to keep on walkin'
I got to walk on, oh ho ho
I, I, I, I'm so tired
But I just can't lose my stride

I got fifteen miles to go now
And I can hear my baby calling my name
It's as if as though I'm standing at her front door
I can hear that doggone plain
Now I'll be so glad to see my baby
And hold her in my arms
Now when I kiss her lips
I turn a back over flip and I'll forget these feet of mine
I got to keep on walkin'
I got to walk on oh ho ho
I, I, I, I, I'm so tired but I just can't lose my stride
Walk on let me tell you ya'll I, I, I, I, I, I'm so tired
But I just can't lose my stride
Come on feet don't fail me now
I got ten more miles to go
I got nine, eight, seven, six, eight, six
I got a five more miles to go
Now over the hill just around the bend
Huh although my feet are tired I can't lose my stride
I got to get to my baby again

 

[zenie]

First thing monday morning
Im gonna pack my tears away
Got no cause to look back
Im lookin for me a better day
You see the thing bout love
Is that its not enough
If the only thing it brings you is pain
There comes a time when we could all make a
Change

Just let go
And let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
Everythings gonna work out right, yknow
Let go, and let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
Just let it go

Dont nobody want no broke heart
And dont nobody want no two time losers
Aint nobody gonna love you like you are
If you take whatever he brings your way
You see the thing of it
Is we deserve respect
But we cant demand respect without change
There comes a time when we must go our own way

Just let go
And let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
Everythings gonna work out right, yknow
Let go, and let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
Just let it go

Sometimes love it can work out right
Sometimes youll never know
But if it brings only pain in your life
Dont be afraid to let it go

 

[Kameron]

Rolling now..

I can't find these online so my touch typing is tested not to mention my hearing since I'm not prepared to sit here and listen to it again since I have better things to do.


I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
there's wine in my navel there's jam on my mo?
don't ask me for more cause I'm not in the mood
I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
I went out last night hope that I might find
something or someone to do
and now I wound up making a hansom Jamaican
and his girlfriend and her girlfriend too
now I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
these trousers are torn and she's missing a shoe
there's a stain on my blanket
I hope it's not pooh?

I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
Now the suns coming up but I'm not coming down
and I work in about half an hour.
this acid makes everyone look like a clown
I guess I should go have a shower
because I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
it's been a good time but you best make your move,
Moms up stairs cooking breakfast
she wouldn't approve
I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
yes I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube,
and can't squeeze any more out of the tube
so get the hell out I don't mean to be rude
I'm sweaty and stinky and covered in lube.

 

[Mrs Magpie]

When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight skies –
When the footpads quail at the night-bird's wail, and black dogs bay at the moon,
Then is the spectres' holiday – then is the ghosts' high-noon!
Ha! ha!
For then is the ghosts' high-noon!
Ha! ha!
High noon, then is the ghosts' high noon!
As the sob of the breeze sweeps over the trees, and the mists lie low on the fen,
From grey tomb-stones are gathered the bones that once were women and men,
And away they go, with a mop and a mow, to the revel that ends too soon,
For cockcrow limits our holiday – the dead of the night's high-noon!
Ha! ha!
The dead of the night's high-noon!
Ha! ha!
High noon, the dead of the night's high-noon!
And then each ghost with his ladye-toast to their churchyard beds takes flight,
With a kiss, perhaps, on her lantern chaps, and a grisly grim "good-night";
Till the welcome knell of the midnight bell rings forth its jolliest tune,
And ushers in our next high holiday – the dead of the night's high-noon!
Ha! ha!
The dead of the night's high-noon!
Ha! ha!
High noon, the dead of the night's high-noon! Ha! ha! ha! ha!

 

[Firky]

Drift all you like
From ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions
And hijacked affairs will
Just make you more alone

If you come home
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me
Dressed for the kill
What a nasty surprise
You're my man-o-war

And the worms will come for you
Big Boots

So unplug the phones
Stop all the taps
It all comes flooding back
From poisoned cloud
To poisoned dwarf
What a nasty surprise
You're my man-o-war

And the worms will come for you
Big boots
Yeah the worms will come for you
Big boots

 

[nosos]

RISE AGAINST LYRICS

"Everchanging"

in the face of change
that's when she turned to me and said,
"i'm not sure anymore..."
and there amidst the waves
and the cloudless skies
that blanket the year before
i watch my life wash a shore

have you ever been a part of something
that you thought would never end?
and then of course it did
have you ever felt the weight inside you
pulling away inside your skin?
and then something had to give

[Chorus:]
now the lines are drawn
is this feeling gone?
the best parts of this have come and gone
and now that is all this is
with the reasons clear
we'll spend another year
without direction, full of fear
and now things will be different

there's nothing simple when it comes to you and i
always something in this everchanging life
and it probably always will
now that time is getting harder to come by
the same arguments are always on our mind
we've killed this slowly fading light

[Chorus:]
now the lines are drawn
is this feeling gone?
the best parts of this have come and gone
and now that is all this is
with the reasons clear
we'll spend another year
without direction, full of fear
but now things will be different

and now something has kept me here too long
and you can't leave me if i'm already gone

well now something (hey) has kept me here too long
and you can't leave me (hey) if i'm already gone

now let's say that something (hey) has kept me here too long
and you can't leave me (hey) if i'm already gone

make the same mistakes we're always hanging on
break the promises we're always leaning on
all this time spent waking up
{now i} keep this line open to get this call from you
{as you} speak the words that keep me coming back to you
now this time it's all different

now something has kept me here too long and now i'm gone...



Emo geekery par non

 

[Appassionata]

A black cat moans
When hes burning with the fever
A stray dog howls
When hes lonely in the night
A woman goes crazy
With the though of retribution
But, a man starts weeping
When hes sick and tired of life

I keep on dreaming dreams of tomorrow
Feel Im wasting my time
Lighting candles in the wind,
Always taking my chances
On the promise of the future
But, a heart full of sorrow
Paints a lonely tapestry

The sun is shining
But, its raining in my heart

No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
cos no one ever sees the tears
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
Crying in the rain...

I can never deny
All the sweet things I have tasted
Tho Ive been mistreated
I keep coming back for more,
I know where Im going
Theres no hope of absolution
I cant seem to separate
The good times from the bad

The sun is shining
But, its raining in my heart

No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
cos no one ever sees the tears
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain

The sun is shining
But, its raining in my heart

No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
cos no one ever sees the tears
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain

Crying in the rain...

 

[dynamicbaddog]

There's a black dog on my shoulder again
Licking my neck and saying she's my friend
Solitude the one thing that I really miss
Guess my life is a compromise

There's a black dog on my shoulder again
I'm playing with it but it's gone to my head
Like Carlito's way there are no exit signs

Freeze me there until I am numb
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a coming tonight
Black dog's a coming tonight

My dilemma but not my choice
Winston Churchill can you hear my voice
Melodrama there in my kitchen sink
Double vision the way it is

Am I coming home to you again
Or am I stupid just by design
Does it matter if you really ever know

This black dog is out of control
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a coming tonight
Black dog's a coming tonight

Am I coming home to you again
Or am I stupid just by design
Does it matter if you really ever know

This black dog is out of control
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a coming tonight
Black dog's a coming tonight

 

[Dubversion]

a new song discovery thanks to ouchmonkey

I don't go for fancy cars
For diamond rings
Or movie stars
I go for penguins
Oh Lord I go for penguins
Throw your money out the door
We'll just sit around
And watch it snow
I go for penguins
Oh Lord I go for penguins
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs

 

[Firky]

is that lovette or something, cowboy dude? ^^^


Alabama Song (Whisky Bar) lyrics
Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why