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SerenityMoon
Gold Member
Yo, listen up here's a story
About a little guy
That lives in a blue world
And all day and all night
And everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house
With a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
Cause he ain't got nobody to listen to
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I have a blue house
With a blue window
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets
And all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here
That walk around
Blue like my corvette its in and outside
Blue are the words I say
And what I think
Blue are the feelings
That live inside me
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I have a blue house
With a blue window
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets
And all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here
That walk around
Blue like my corvette, its in and outside
Blue are the words I say
And what I think
Blue are the feelings
That live inside me
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
About a little guy
That lives in a blue world
And all day and all night
And everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house
With a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
Cause he ain't got nobody to listen to
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I have a blue house
With a blue window
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets
And all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here
That walk around
Blue like my corvette its in and outside
Blue are the words I say
And what I think
Blue are the feelings
That live inside me
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I have a blue house
With a blue window
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets
And all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here
That walk around
Blue like my corvette, its in and outside
Blue are the words I say
And what I think
Blue are the feelings
That live inside me
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
I'm blue
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
Da ba dee da ba di
IzzyK
Silver Member
We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned
But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned
But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
I just lost the feeling that I had today
Do all these good times come and go away?
Tell me something that I can say
Sometimes I just want to walk away
Then I begin to understand
Ships can sink or rise
But I'm standing here tonight
And I'm knocking out on your door
I'll be anything you like
You can tell me what I'm here for
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
I just asked some questions that I never had
Does who we are fade out like a photograph?
'Cause if I could I'd do it all again
The good times, bad times, sink or swim
And yes, I finally realized
Ships can sink or rise
But I'm standing here tonight
And I'm knocking out on your door
I'll be anything you like
You can tell me what I'm here for
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
But I'm standing here tonight
And I'm knocking out on your door
I'll be anything you like
You can tell me what I'm here for
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on? (Oh-oh)
I just lost the feeling that I had today
Do all these good times come and go away?
Do all these good times come and go away?
Tell me something that I can say
Sometimes I just want to walk away
Then I begin to understand
Ships can sink or rise
But I'm standing here tonight
And I'm knocking out on your door
I'll be anything you like
You can tell me what I'm here for
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
I just asked some questions that I never had
Does who we are fade out like a photograph?
'Cause if I could I'd do it all again
The good times, bad times, sink or swim
And yes, I finally realized
Ships can sink or rise
But I'm standing here tonight
And I'm knocking out on your door
I'll be anything you like
You can tell me what I'm here for
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
But I'm standing here tonight
And I'm knocking out on your door
I'll be anything you like
You can tell me what I'm here for
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on?
Do we go on, and on, and on, and on? (Oh-oh)
I just lost the feeling that I had today
Do all these good times come and go away?
SerenityMoon
Gold Member
Wait a minute man
Hey check this out man (Tell it!)
It was this blind man right, it was this blind man right
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick right?
Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin' (Fish market?)
He stopped he took a deep breath he said:
"Woooo, good morning, ladies!"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
You like that **** man? (That's pretty good!)
Hey man, I've got a gang of that ****, man.
I'll tell you what, my man on the guitar,
Hey, fool on the drum.
Hey, everybody's crowding around the mic,
I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got,
But first I'mma start off like this, hey help me sing it, homeboy
Said Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell,
Flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will.
Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it Eastside Palmdale (Well.)
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale (Sale)
Well, I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs
When I met a little girl named Jan (Jan)
I let her ride in my caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left (left)
Fucked to the right (right)
She sucked my **** 'til the **** turned white
I thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
So I ran - I jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherfucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad
That's the best damn ***** I ever had
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'mma **** that bitch just one more time
Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell,
Flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will.
I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair, but damn she looked good
I took her to my house because she was fine
But she whipped out a **** that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I fucked her once, (once)
I fucked her twice (twice)
I ate that ***** like shrimp-fried rice
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya)
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo
See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said [Aiee!]
Lips was breakfast, ***** was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch
I met Colonel Sanders' wife in the state of Kentucky
Said I brought some chicken if you just **** me
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices
Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong (Hey wait a minute, man, check this out...)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said "Yes, Miss Daisy!"
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that ***** in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I **** that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her until she turned into a white albina
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy hoe
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I can't afford it
I know I'm gonna cry when she get deported
Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
(Hey wait a minute man, hey **** that ****)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
Have you ever went over a girls south to front
But the ***** just ain't no good (Say what?!?)
I mean you gettin' upset because you cant get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the *****
But it take her so long to come (Say what?!?)
Then a dude walk in that's her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
You start talkin' real fast
But he already mad cause you fuckin' his wife
So he start beatin' on yo' ass
Now your clothes all muddy
Your nose all bloody
Your **** was hard but now its soft (What?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off
Said Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park...
Hey check this out man (Tell it!)
It was this blind man right, it was this blind man right
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick right?
Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin' (Fish market?)
He stopped he took a deep breath he said:
"Woooo, good morning, ladies!"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
You like that **** man? (That's pretty good!)
Hey man, I've got a gang of that ****, man.
I'll tell you what, my man on the guitar,
Hey, fool on the drum.
Hey, everybody's crowding around the mic,
I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got,
But first I'mma start off like this, hey help me sing it, homeboy
Said Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell,
Flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will.
Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it Eastside Palmdale (Well.)
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale (Sale)
Well, I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs
When I met a little girl named Jan (Jan)
I let her ride in my caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left (left)
Fucked to the right (right)
She sucked my **** 'til the **** turned white
I thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
So I ran - I jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherfucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad
That's the best damn ***** I ever had
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'mma **** that bitch just one more time
Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell,
Flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will.
I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair, but damn she looked good
I took her to my house because she was fine
But she whipped out a **** that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I fucked her once, (once)
I fucked her twice (twice)
I ate that ***** like shrimp-fried rice
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya)
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo
See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said [Aiee!]
Lips was breakfast, ***** was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch
I met Colonel Sanders' wife in the state of Kentucky
Said I brought some chicken if you just **** me
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices
Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong (Hey wait a minute, man, check this out...)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said "Yes, Miss Daisy!"
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that ***** in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I **** that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her until she turned into a white albina
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy hoe
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I can't afford it
I know I'm gonna cry when she get deported
Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
(Hey wait a minute man, hey **** that ****)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
Have you ever went over a girls south to front
But the ***** just ain't no good (Say what?!?)
I mean you gettin' upset because you cant get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the *****
But it take her so long to come (Say what?!?)
Then a dude walk in that's her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
You start talkin' real fast
But he already mad cause you fuckin' his wife
So he start beatin' on yo' ass
Now your clothes all muddy
Your nose all bloody
Your **** was hard but now its soft (What?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off
Said Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park...
IzzyK
Silver Member
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you, said, "Honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain"
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you, said, "Honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain"
I'm sorry, but you story isn't adding up
Think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut
So I won't testify to crime you're keeping score of
Why don't you throw me to the wolves I thought you were one?
You were standing there like an angry god
Counting out my sins just to cross them off
Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust
And that my blood couldn't keep you
My dear, you're not so innocent
You're fooling Heaven's gates
So you won't have to change
You're no saint, you're no saint, yeah
Think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut
So I won't testify to crime you're keeping score of
Why don't you throw me to the wolves I thought you were one?
You were standing there like an angry god
Counting out my sins just to cross them off
Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust
And that my blood couldn't keep you
My dear, you're not so innocent
You're fooling Heaven's gates
So you won't have to change
You're no saint, you're no saint, yeah
SerenityMoon
Gold Member
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying, "Get that together, come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days 'til I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes, because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinking aching shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said, "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait 'til you say you're sorry
Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watching X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic
Like Sting, I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to the sides and said, "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame but what could we do?
Yesterday, you just smiled at me
'Cause it'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
Cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying, "Get that together, come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days 'til I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes, because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinking aching shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said, "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait 'til you say you're sorry
Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watching X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic
Like Sting, I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to the sides and said, "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame but what could we do?
Yesterday, you just smiled at me
'Cause it'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
splat
Post Morbid
Down payment blues
I know that it's evil..I know that it's got to be...
I know I ain't doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me...
Living on a shoe string..
A fifty cent millionaire..
Open to charity..
Rock 'n' roller welfare
Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where she want to go..
I'm living in a nightmare..
She's looking like a wet dream..
I got myself a Cadillac.
But I can't afford the gasoline
I've got holes in my shoes
And I'm way overdue
Down payment blues
Get myself a steady job..
Some responsibility..
Can't even feed my cat..
On social security..
Hiding from the rent man...
Oh it makes me want to cry..
Sheriff knocking on my door...
Ain't it funny how the time flies
Sitting on my sailing boat...
Sipping off my champagne..
Suzy baby all at sea..
Say she want to come again..
Feeling like a paper cup..
Floating down a storm drain..
Got myself a sailing boat
But I can't afford a drop of rain..
I've got holes in my shoes..
And I'm way overdue..
i got the Down.. payment... blues
BeautifulDisaster77
Silver Member
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
Got on my ride seen you from a far
And I couldn't stop myself from looking hard (staring)
You wore these jeans
Girl you wore these jeans and you
Made a thug want to cry something terrible
I had to have, have you for myself baby
You don't know what those jeans do to me
Make me want to get down on one knee
You've got that thunder
And it only makes me wonder how it feels
To get up in those jeans
Oh those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
You are the bomb
Girl you're tight to death, baby
I don't know the words to say to you
All that I know, baby all I know is that
I'm loving what I see and I'm feeling you
I want to know, all I want to know is if
I could have what's up in those jeans
Baby can I have what's up in those jeans
Don't get alarmed cause I don't mean no harm
But I love the way you wear those jeans
Levi's, Prada, Baby Phat, I love them
Love the way you, wearing them I love them yeah
Calvin, Iceberg, Sergio, I love them
Trying to get inside of those
Yeah yeah yeah
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
I want to say that those jeans looking good fitting right
Baby damn those jeans
Any kind doesn't matter if you wearin' them you look fine
Baby damn those jeans
Anytime that I see you I want in, you wear 'em well
Baby damn those jeans
You the **** you the bomb
All I want to know is can I have what's in those jeans
Can I get in those jeans can I baby
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
Got on my ride seen you from a far
And I couldn't stop myself from looking hard (staring)
You wore these jeans
Girl you wore these jeans and you
Made a thug want to cry something terrible
I had to have, have you for myself baby
You don't know what those jeans do to me
Make me want to get down on one knee
You've got that thunder
And it only makes me wonder how it feels
To get up in those jeans
Oh those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
You are the bomb
Girl you're tight to death, baby
I don't know the words to say to you
All that I know, baby all I know is that
I'm loving what I see and I'm feeling you
I want to know, all I want to know is if
I could have what's up in those jeans
Baby can I have what's up in those jeans
Don't get alarmed cause I don't mean no harm
But I love the way you wear those jeans
Levi's, Prada, Baby Phat, I love them
Love the way you, wearing them I love them yeah
Calvin, Iceberg, Sergio, I love them
Trying to get inside of those
Yeah yeah yeah
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
I want to say that those jeans looking good fitting right
Baby damn those jeans
Any kind doesn't matter if you wearin' them you look fine
Baby damn those jeans
Anytime that I see you I want in, you wear 'em well
Baby damn those jeans
You the **** you the bomb
All I want to know is can I have what's in those jeans
Can I get in those jeans can I baby
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
SerenityMoon
Gold Member
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes
I didn't really mean to hurt you
I didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry, but baby
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give 'em all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do
(If I could turn back time)
My world was shattered, I was torn apart
Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart
When you walked out that door
I swore that I didn't care
But I lost every thing, darlin', then and there
Too strong to tell you I was sorry
Too proud to tell you I was wrong
I know that I was blind, and darlin'
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give 'em all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do, ohh
If I could turn back time
(If I could turn back time)
If I could turn back time
(If I could turn back time)
If I could turn back time, ohh baby
I didnt really mean to hurt you
I didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry
But ohh
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
If I could reach the stars
I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do
If I could turn back time
(Turn back time)
If I could find a way (Find a way)
Then maybe, maybe, maybe you'd stay
(Reach the stars)
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes
I didn't really mean to hurt you
I didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry, but baby
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give 'em all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do
(If I could turn back time)
My world was shattered, I was torn apart
Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart
When you walked out that door
I swore that I didn't care
But I lost every thing, darlin', then and there
Too strong to tell you I was sorry
Too proud to tell you I was wrong
I know that I was blind, and darlin'
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give 'em all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do, ohh
If I could turn back time
(If I could turn back time)
If I could turn back time
(If I could turn back time)
If I could turn back time, ohh baby
I didnt really mean to hurt you
I didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry
But ohh
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that have hurt you
If I could reach the stars
I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do
If I could turn back time
(Turn back time)
If I could find a way (Find a way)
Then maybe, maybe, maybe you'd stay
(Reach the stars)
IzzyK
Silver Member
I remember it all very well, lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent
To say the least, we were hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent
To say the least, we were hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
SerenityMoon
Gold Member
Well, I'm hot-blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come, baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot-blooded, I'm hot-blooded
You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey, you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show
Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew
That's why, I'm hot-blooded, check it and see
Feel the fever burning inside of me
Come, baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot-blooded, hot-blooded (I'm hot)
Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who
Well, I'm hot-blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot-blooded, I'm hot-blooded
I'm a little bit high
(Hot-blooded) you're a little bit shy
(Hot-blooded) you're making me sing
(Hot-blooded) for your sweet, sweet thing
(Hot-blooded) do you hear what I say?
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come, baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot-blooded, I'm hot-blooded
You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey, you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show
Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew
That's why, I'm hot-blooded, check it and see
Feel the fever burning inside of me
Come, baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot-blooded, hot-blooded (I'm hot)
Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who
Well, I'm hot-blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot-blooded, I'm hot-blooded
I'm a little bit high
(Hot-blooded) you're a little bit shy
(Hot-blooded) you're making me sing
(Hot-blooded) for your sweet, sweet thing
(Hot-blooded) do you hear what I say?
Mark Crozer and The Rels - Broken Out In Love
[Verse 1]
Catching flies
In his mouth
Tasting freedom
While he dares
Then crawling back
Back to the top
Top of the stairs
Of the stairs
[Chorus]
He won't see the sun again for years to come
He's broken out in love
[Verse 2]
Like a cat
Without a care
Roaming freely
Through the streets
You could find him in amongst the pigeons
In the square
[Chorus]
But he won't see the sun again for years to come
He's broken out in love
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
He won't see the sun again for years to come
He's broken out in love
Broken out in love
SerenityMoon
Gold Member
I don’t remember most of Autumn, because I lost my mind late in the summer and for a long time after that, I wasn’t in my body. I was a lightbulb buzzing somewhere far.
After the doctor told me I was dying, and after the man I married said he didn’t love me anymore, I chased a miracle in California and sixteen weeks later, I got it. The cancer was gone. But when my brain caught up with it all, something broke. I later found out that all the tragedy at once had caused a physical head trauma, and my brain was sending false signals of excruciating pain and panic.
I spent three months propped against the wall. On nights that I could not sleep, I laid in the tub like an insect, staring at my reflection in the shower knob. I vomited until I was hollow. I rolled up under my robe on the tile. The bathroom floor became my place to hide, where I could scream and be ugly; where I could sob and spit and eventually doze off, happy to be asleep, even with my head on the toilet.
I have had cancer three times now, and I have barely passed thirty. There are times when I wonder what I must have done to deserve such a story. I fear sometimes that when I die and meet with God, that He will say I disappointed Him, or offended Him, or failed Him. Maybe He’ll say I just never learned the lesson, or that I wasn’t grateful enough. But one thing I know for sure is this: He can never say that He did not know me.
I am God’s downstairs neighbor, banging on the ceiling with a broomstick. I show up at His door every day. Sometimes with songs, sometimes with curses. Sometimes apologies, gifts, questions, demands. Sometimes I use my key under the mat to let myself in. Other times, I sulk outside until He opens the door to me Himself.
I have called Him a cheat and a liar, and I meant it. I have told Him I wanted to die, and I meant it. Tears have become the only prayer I know. Prayers roll over my nostrils and drip down my forearms. They fall to the ground as I reach for Him. These are the prayers I repeat night and day; sunrise, sunset.
Call me bitter if you want to—that’s fair. Count me among the angry, the cynical, the offended, the hardened. But count me also among the friends of God. For I have seen Him in rare form. I have felt His exhale, laid in His shadow, squinted to read the message He wrote for me in the grout: “I’m sad too.”
If an explanation would help, He would write me one—I know it. But maybe an explanation would only start an argument between us—and I don’t want to argue with God. I want to lay in a hammock with Him and trace the veins in His arms.
I remind myself that I’m praying to the God who let the Israelites stay lost for decades. They begged to arrive in the Promised Land, but instead He let them wander, answering prayers they didn’t pray. For forty years, their shoes didn’t wear out. Fire lit their path each night. Every morning, He sent them mercy-bread from heaven.
I look hard for the answers to the prayers that I didn’t pray. I look for the mercy-bread that He promised to bake fresh for me each morning. The Israelites called it manna, which means “what is it?”
That’s the same question I’m asking—again, and again. There’s mercy here somewhere—but what is it? What is it? What is it?
I see mercy in the dusty sunlight that outlines the trees, in my mother’s crooked hands, in the blanket my friend left for me, in the harmony of the wind chimes. It’s not the mercy that I asked for, but it is mercy nonetheless. And I learn a new prayer: thank you. It’s a prayer I don’t mean yet, but will repeat until I do.
Call me cursed, call me lost, call me scorned. But that’s not all. Call me chosen, blessed, sought-after. Call me the one who God whispers his secrets to. I am the one whose belly is filled with loaves of mercy that were hidden for me.
Even on days when I’m not so sick, sometimes I go lay on the mat in the afternoon light to listen for Him. I know it sounds crazy, and I can’t really explain it, but God is in there—even now. I have heard it said that some people can’t see God because they won’t look low enough, and it’s true.
If you can’t see him, look lower. God is on the bathroom floor.
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't ****
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't ****
Touched, hazy, god, change
Rush, floor, life
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
I got touched by a hazy shade of god, help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
It goes, one for the cannabis and two for your Dianetics
Three for your reasoning and four for those that try and get it
Five for your love and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
From a (head) full of (pressure)
Rests the (senses) that I (clutch)
I made a (date) with (divinity) but she (wouldn't) let me (****)
And I got (touched) by a (hazy) shade of (God), help me (change)
And caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
I'm catching ulcers from the childproof lighters
And all of these fine-toothed biters
That keep the wires in my head tighter
I'm tired out by the distances achieved walkin' in my sleep
Floors got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask Dad to keep cool, I'll call him back
Soon as I resume normal, and get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
Head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
And I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
So **** needles, **** smoke
**** lines that make the sinus choke
**** chasers and trails, **** raves and rails
**** hangovers, **** hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences
And UA tracin'
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume
And when it boards up my room
The world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy
Autopsy pages read euthanasia i.e. irony
Well here I be within a pool of my drool, sedated
Windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles keep it wild-style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Miles keep that **** wild-style
And I'll smile, and check the floor
God's got nice tile
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
And I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a (head) full of (pressure)
Rests the (senses) that I (clutch)
I made a (date) with (divinity) but she (wouldn't) let me (****)
And I got (touched) by a (hazy) shade of "(God), help me (change)"
Caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't, ****
Touched, hazy, God, changed
Rush, floor, life
After the doctor told me I was dying, and after the man I married said he didn’t love me anymore, I chased a miracle in California and sixteen weeks later, I got it. The cancer was gone. But when my brain caught up with it all, something broke. I later found out that all the tragedy at once had caused a physical head trauma, and my brain was sending false signals of excruciating pain and panic.
I spent three months propped against the wall. On nights that I could not sleep, I laid in the tub like an insect, staring at my reflection in the shower knob. I vomited until I was hollow. I rolled up under my robe on the tile. The bathroom floor became my place to hide, where I could scream and be ugly; where I could sob and spit and eventually doze off, happy to be asleep, even with my head on the toilet.
I have had cancer three times now, and I have barely passed thirty. There are times when I wonder what I must have done to deserve such a story. I fear sometimes that when I die and meet with God, that He will say I disappointed Him, or offended Him, or failed Him. Maybe He’ll say I just never learned the lesson, or that I wasn’t grateful enough. But one thing I know for sure is this: He can never say that He did not know me.
I am God’s downstairs neighbor, banging on the ceiling with a broomstick. I show up at His door every day. Sometimes with songs, sometimes with curses. Sometimes apologies, gifts, questions, demands. Sometimes I use my key under the mat to let myself in. Other times, I sulk outside until He opens the door to me Himself.
I have called Him a cheat and a liar, and I meant it. I have told Him I wanted to die, and I meant it. Tears have become the only prayer I know. Prayers roll over my nostrils and drip down my forearms. They fall to the ground as I reach for Him. These are the prayers I repeat night and day; sunrise, sunset.
Call me bitter if you want to—that’s fair. Count me among the angry, the cynical, the offended, the hardened. But count me also among the friends of God. For I have seen Him in rare form. I have felt His exhale, laid in His shadow, squinted to read the message He wrote for me in the grout: “I’m sad too.”
If an explanation would help, He would write me one—I know it. But maybe an explanation would only start an argument between us—and I don’t want to argue with God. I want to lay in a hammock with Him and trace the veins in His arms.
I remind myself that I’m praying to the God who let the Israelites stay lost for decades. They begged to arrive in the Promised Land, but instead He let them wander, answering prayers they didn’t pray. For forty years, their shoes didn’t wear out. Fire lit their path each night. Every morning, He sent them mercy-bread from heaven.
I look hard for the answers to the prayers that I didn’t pray. I look for the mercy-bread that He promised to bake fresh for me each morning. The Israelites called it manna, which means “what is it?”
That’s the same question I’m asking—again, and again. There’s mercy here somewhere—but what is it? What is it? What is it?
I see mercy in the dusty sunlight that outlines the trees, in my mother’s crooked hands, in the blanket my friend left for me, in the harmony of the wind chimes. It’s not the mercy that I asked for, but it is mercy nonetheless. And I learn a new prayer: thank you. It’s a prayer I don’t mean yet, but will repeat until I do.
Call me cursed, call me lost, call me scorned. But that’s not all. Call me chosen, blessed, sought-after. Call me the one who God whispers his secrets to. I am the one whose belly is filled with loaves of mercy that were hidden for me.
Even on days when I’m not so sick, sometimes I go lay on the mat in the afternoon light to listen for Him. I know it sounds crazy, and I can’t really explain it, but God is in there—even now. I have heard it said that some people can’t see God because they won’t look low enough, and it’s true.
If you can’t see him, look lower. God is on the bathroom floor.
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't ****
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't ****
Touched, hazy, god, change
Rush, floor, life
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
I got touched by a hazy shade of god, help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
It goes, one for the cannabis and two for your Dianetics
Three for your reasoning and four for those that try and get it
Five for your love and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
From a (head) full of (pressure)
Rests the (senses) that I (clutch)
I made a (date) with (divinity) but she (wouldn't) let me (****)
And I got (touched) by a (hazy) shade of (God), help me (change)
And caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
I'm catching ulcers from the childproof lighters
And all of these fine-toothed biters
That keep the wires in my head tighter
I'm tired out by the distances achieved walkin' in my sleep
Floors got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask Dad to keep cool, I'll call him back
Soon as I resume normal, and get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
Head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
And I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
So **** needles, **** smoke
**** lines that make the sinus choke
**** chasers and trails, **** raves and rails
**** hangovers, **** hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences
And UA tracin'
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume
And when it boards up my room
The world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy
Autopsy pages read euthanasia i.e. irony
Well here I be within a pool of my drool, sedated
Windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles keep it wild-style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Miles keep that **** wild-style
And I'll smile, and check the floor
God's got nice tile
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me ****
And I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a (head) full of (pressure)
Rests the (senses) that I (clutch)
I made a (date) with (divinity) but she (wouldn't) let me (****)
And I got (touched) by a (hazy) shade of "(God), help me (change)"
Caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't, ****
Touched, hazy, God, changed
Rush, floor, life
BeautifulDisaster77
Silver Member
I was working in the lab, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(He did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(He did the mash) He did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(They did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(They did the mash) They did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun (Wa hoo, tennis shoe)
The party had just begun (Wa hoo, tennis shoe)
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his son
The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, 'The Crypt-Kicker Five'
They played the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(They played the mash) It caught on in a flash
(They played the mash) They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said
"Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?
It's now the monster mash
(The monster mash) And it's a graveyard smash
(It's now the mash) It's caught on in a flash
(It's now the mash) It's now the monster mash
Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my Monster Mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
Then you can monster mash
(The monster mash) And do my graveyard smash
(Then you can mash) You'll catch on in a flash
(Then you can mash) Then you can monster mash
Easy Igor, you impetuous young boy (Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(He did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(He did the mash) He did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(They did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(They did the mash) They did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun (Wa hoo, tennis shoe)
The party had just begun (Wa hoo, tennis shoe)
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his son
The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, 'The Crypt-Kicker Five'
They played the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(They played the mash) It caught on in a flash
(They played the mash) They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said
"Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?
It's now the monster mash
(The monster mash) And it's a graveyard smash
(It's now the mash) It's caught on in a flash
(It's now the mash) It's now the monster mash
Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my Monster Mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
Then you can monster mash
(The monster mash) And do my graveyard smash
(Then you can mash) You'll catch on in a flash
(Then you can mash) Then you can monster mash
Easy Igor, you impetuous young boy (Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
Quicksilver Messenger Service - What About Me
You poisoned my sweet water.
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease.
My world is slowly fallin' down
And the airs not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough,
We have to do something.......
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Your newspapers,
They just put you on.
They never tell you
The whole story.
They just put your
Young ideas down.
I was wonderin' could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
I work in your factory.
I study in your schools.
I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too!
And I feel the future trembling,
As the word is passed around.
"If you stand up for what you do believe,
Be prepared to be shot down."
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run...
An I'm always getting busted
And I got to take a stand....
I believe the revolution
Must be mighty close at hand...
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
I smoke marijuana
But I can't get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe
Is against most of your laws
I'm a fugitive from injustice
But I'm goin' to be free.
Cause your rules and regulations
They don't do the thing for me
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run.
You poisoned my sweet water.
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease.
My world is slowly fallin' down
And the airs not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough,
We have to do something.......
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Your newspapers,
They just put you on.
They never tell you
The whole story.
They just put your
Young ideas down.
I was wonderin' could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
I work in your factory.
I study in your schools.
I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too!
And I feel the future trembling,
As the word is passed around.
"If you stand up for what you do believe,
Be prepared to be shot down."
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run...
An I'm always getting busted
And I got to take a stand....
I believe the revolution
Must be mighty close at hand...
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
I smoke marijuana
But I can't get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe
Is against most of your laws
I'm a fugitive from injustice
But I'm goin' to be free.
Cause your rules and regulations
They don't do the thing for me
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run.
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
I see this life, like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
And in my face is flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
On just doing what we're told
I feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
And I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars"
Yeah, yeah
I feel your love, and I feel it burn
Down this river, every turn
Hope is our four-letter word
Make that money, watch it burn
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
On just doing what we're told
And I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars"
Oh, take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars"
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
I see this life, like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
And in my face is flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
On just doing what we're told
I feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
And I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars"
Yeah, yeah
I feel your love, and I feel it burn
Down this river, every turn
Hope is our four-letter word
Make that money, watch it burn
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
On just doing what we're told
And I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars"
Oh, take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars"
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
Take that money, watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned
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