Thread: Random Lyrics

When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then Im not so blue
When youre close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing near my ear
Wouldnt you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love

Anytime you want to you can turn me onto
Anything you want to, anytime at all
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Cant control the quivering inside
Wouldnt you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love, oh

Step right up and tell me baby
Just what's on your mind
You've been hanging around this house
Your head in a bind
And every time that happens baby
You say I'm unkind
But misery loves company
I can tell by the way you're looking at me
I'm going to be on the line

Yeah, I know that you love me
I just feel that it's true
Breaks my heart to see you suffer this way
Lord, what did I do to you
Is it that I really do you so wrong
Maybe it's just circumstance
Just like the words to some forgotten love song
Has your life lost its romance

Must be some kind of way out of this hell
Put it back to the way it was in the past
Maybe tomorrow everything will be well
I just want our love to last

If you really need need me
Please don't say good-bye
For I know that I give you
Too many reasons to cry

I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Things like....
F**k yourself, f**k Yourself,
you piece of s**t, why don't you
just go, kill yourself!
I said,
I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to, even
if I'm just kiddiing!

Coffee keeps me up and I can't sleep
And when I drink too much then I can't eat
Losing you has led me to believe
Everything I love is killing me

Everything I love is killing me
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
And that's the way you're turning out to be
Everything I love, gonna have to give up
'Cause everything I love is killing me

I guess I made a big mistake
Thinkin' you're a habit I can break
Well, I'm addicted to you now I see
Everything I love is killing me

I'd like to tell you a story
About a man that I once knew
Not the kind of man to give you trouble
You'd never see him messing with you
You'd see him every night at the end of the bar
He only had a drink or two
And then one night it happened
I t was just like he blew a fuse
Now Jeds on the run with a 45 gun
With nothing to loose

There were'nt too many who seen it
Because it happened right by the door
A stranger walked into the nightclub
But he was dead before he hit the floor
Some people say they know the reason
Why Jed shot him through
Jed had a wife was killed in the night
And the judge turned that killer loose
Now Jeds on the run with a 45 gun
With nothing to loose

Running scared, trying to get ahead of the law
Running scared, trying to stay ahead of the law
Jed's on the run with a 45 gun
With nothing to loose

The wheels on this old bus keep right on turning
On the highway across New Brunswick now they're burning
And if we don't break down this time
We'll hit the border at just about nine
Cross the state of Maine to the border again we go

We've got a rockin' blues band trying the best that we can to please you
Heading off to the big city trying to find somebody who needs us
And if the man will just say you on
These poor boys are gonna be just about gone
Never gonna have the East Coast Blues again

We hit the 401 past Montreal
When I get to Toronto, I swear that I might have myself a ball
But this old engine been holdin' on
Just about a thousand miles too long
How can we roll if the wheels won't go no more

A rented truck might change our luck, so we got one
Six in the front seat, driving down Younge Street laughing
But when the man came to hear our songs
He said "I'm sorry boys but you're comin' on way to strong
We can't get it on the radio"


Rambling, gambling, searching
Trying to find the right chord blues

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Some ladies like to rock and some ladies like to roll
Some of them like to tell you, some like to be told
Buy me a drink and I'll show you a good time
A lot of thirsty women, there's a lot of good wine
You try your best to please me; don't make it so damn easy
Cause you got all the love that I need to get me through
I'm countin' on you

Well there's shootin stars, in down town bars, it's all the same to me
Too many faces and too many places, oh, that so plain to see
I hope it's your love I'm seeking, cause seeing is believing
That you got all the love that I need to get me through
You've got all the love that I need to get me through

Got all the love that I need, I'm countin' on you

I'm just a lonesome L A Cowboy,
hangin' out, hangin' on
to your window ledge, callin' your name
from midnight until dawn
i been smokin' dope, snortin' coke,
tryin' to write a song
forgettin' everything i know
‘til the next line comes along

there’s so many pretty people in the city,
i swear some of them are girls
i meet'em down at barney's beanery
with their platform heels and spit curls
i buy'em drinks, we smoke our hopes
try to make it one more night
but when i’m left all alone at last
i feel like i'll die from fright

well, i know chris and rita, and marty mull
are meeting at the troubadour
we'll get it on with the joy of cooking
while the crowd crys out for more
‘round six o'clock this morning
i'll be gettin' kind of slow
when all the shows are over, honey,
tell me, where do you think i go?

The psychopath never takes a bath
Cause he'll wash away his hate.
And we crowd and bark
In the damp and dark,
as old Scrooge comes through the gate.
They whisper in the hall,
and he rattles at the door,
as a smile behind the blind.
Because I'm leaving soon
You can keep your dirty room,
and your dirty screwed up mind.
Don't pop in, It's a deadly sin,
if your living in fear of Hell.
Hearts beat fast, as he stops to crash,
hear the stories he has to tell.
You can try to frighten me
You can think whatever you like
You can try to better me
Cause I'm coiled and ready to strike.
All your life you've toed the line
Never trieved and never resisted
And now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted.

The businessman puts a shaky hand
through a space beneath the wall.
Where a lonely queen is a sex machine,
just to answer natures call.
The first mans wife holds a kitchen knife,
but she can't stand the site of blood.
So she takes her pills
And he's always ill
And they both dream of super studs.
Getting off on guilty minds
Turning on to what's not aloud
Nothing real or nothing kind
Tell me how you'll ever feel proud.
All your life you've lived a lie
All closed up the way you existed
Now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted.

This is a one of the few love songs I like.



Swollen with liquid

Ready to burst

A load of my lymph

Will quench this dead body's thirst

One month in the grave

twisted and half decayed

She turned a putrid yellow

I pisse din her maggot filled asshole

Fucking the rotting

My semen is bleeding

The smell of decay

Seeps from her genital cavity

The smell was unbearable

As I unburied her

I cum blood from my erection

I feel it run

down her throat, swallow

Eyes glassy and vacant

body dug up to play with

Skin greasy and naked

tounguing her rotted anus

I need a live woman

to fill with my fluid

A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill

her body exceptional

she thought I was normal

but I wanted more

I came blood inside of her

chocking on the clot

gagging on the snot

gushing blood, from her mouth

bloody gel leaking out

Body buried in a shallow grave

Unmarked for none to find

The sickness I have left behind

Undetected go my crimes

The greatest thrill of my life

Violnet, climax

Serging serum

on my skin

Back from the dead

I am resurrected

to spew, putrefaction

Now if you want to be happy,let me tell you how to do it
You get up in the morning and you get right to it
You bring home the bacon and you make a little bread
You get a little sleepy and you go back to bed
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

If everybody says you're a little to tall
Go out and get yourself a basketball
Dye your hair orange and put a ring in your ear
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

If everybody says you're a little to short
Go out and get yourself a big ol' horse
You can be a jockey if you got no fear
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Be good to your sister and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

Now if you're a con man lookin' for a pigeon
Go out and start a brand new religion
Get on TV and make a money request
They can all go to heaven while they're starvin' to death
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

Now if everybody says you're a little too rough
Go out and get yourself some boxing gloves
Beat somebody up around the ears
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Be good to your sister and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

Now if everybody says you're a little to slick
Get yourself into politics
Get that office and get that power
And you can spend 47 million dollars an hour
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

Now if you can pick a guitar and sing through your nose
Get yourself a bunchy of cowboy clothes
Sing about dying and shedding them tears
You can lose 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything, is there?
you would know, wouldn't you?
you extend your hand to those who suffer
to those who know what it really feels like
to those who've had a taste
like that means something
and oh so sick I am
and maybe I don't have a choice
and maybe that is all I have
and maybe this is a cry for help
I do not want this
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I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I speak religion's message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I am the needle in your vein
and I control you
I am the high you can't sustain
and I control you
I am the pusher I'm a whore
and I control you
I am the need you have for more
and I control you
I am the bullet in the gun
and I control you
I am the truth from which you run
and I control you
I am the silencing machine
and I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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need you
dream you
find you
taste you
fuck you
use you
scar you
break you
use me
hate me
smash me
erase me

Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
he knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
there was something burnin' deep inside of me

ran into three Puerto Ricans
these girls took us to the funhouse
where we played a lonely pinball machine

hangin' on the corner of 52nd. and Broadway
cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way

New York City well I wish I was on a highway
back to Olympia...

I'm having a hard time understanding
it gets all too demanding
she's all gone and I'm stranded
something burning deep inside of me

all I know it's 4'o'clock and
she ain't never showed up
and I watched a thousand people go home from work

how many times will it take me
before I go crazy
before I lose everything
something burning deep inside of
me ran into three Puerto Ricans
those girls took us to the funhouse
I don't wanna be alone again.
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You're selling sexism.
You're selling racism.
You're selling anything you get your fucking hands on.
An understanding;
you got a plan in,
a presentation to advertisers who demand it.
When you plan that,
antennas pointed in the right direction.
You make a deal in any situation,
so with no evacuation,
let California fall into the fucking ocean!
Oh ya they talk to ya.
Oh You're the town man.
Hollywood high-profile scum-bag.
Ya it's a done deal,
it's been signed and sealed.
Deal-makers making it all happen.
When you plan that,
antennas pointed in the right direction.
You make a deal in any situation,
so with no evacuation,
let California fall into the fucking ocean!
let California fall into the fucking ocean!
let California fall into the fucking ocean!
Let's all sing to California as it falls into the sea!