Lyrics thread

This thread is so you can post lyrics to songs so you don't have to keep going to spammy lyric sites. Don't make any conversation, just post lyrics.

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

I can't wait for you to fuck me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute

I can't wait for you to fuck me up
In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like bad ass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like bad ass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

I can't wait for you to fuck me up
In a minute, minute
In a fucking minute

I can't wait for you to fuck me up
In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like bad ass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like bad ass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I don't find it funny right now (right now)
Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now)
I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)

I don't find it funny right now (right now)
Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now)
I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)

Because the break, the break, the break

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like bad ass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like bad ass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

Goodbye 1989, I wanna be the one in control
Rock my white shoes, polo tie
The next big thing, for 5 years running

It's not your turn
It's not your turn... yet

Back off, you little shits
gnawing at my fists
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off, you little whores
Get 'em all on fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

Goodbye 1989, I wanna be the one in control
Rock my white shoes, polo tie
The next big thing, for 5 years running

It's not your turn
It's not your turn... yet

Back off, you little shits
gnawing at my fists
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off, you little whore
Get 'em all on fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

Oh, oh, oh

Some babies wanna get down like this
We need what we like

Some babies wanna get down like this
We need what we like

Back off, you little shits
gnawing at my fists
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off, you little whores
Get 'em all on fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

All aboard
Hit the road
All the bullshit
Can't be ignored
It's hard to place
In my face
No emotion

All the problems make me wanna go
Like a bad girl straight to video
Little darling welcome to the show
You're a failure played in stereo

(ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa... - ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa...) (X4)

Hidey-ho
Here we go
No solution
Strong undertow
Quite unfair
Quite a pair
No box office

All the problems make me wanna go
Like a bad girl straight to video
Little darling welcome to the show
You're a failure played in stereo

(ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa... - ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa...)(X2)

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're so amazing
So am-amazing

(ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa... - ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa...) (X2)

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're so amazing
So am-amazing

All aboard
Hit the road
All aboard
Here we go

All the problems make me wanna go
Like a bad girl straight to video
Little darling welcome to the show
You're a failure played in stereo(-o-o-o)

(ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa... - ha, ha..a, ha..a, haa...) (X4)

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're so amazing
So am-amazing
I've never said it
No, never said it
You're suffocating
Suffocating
I never noticed
No, never noticed
Your beauty's fading
It's f-f-fading

The Modern with the warrior
The mean with the stride
The Tom with the sawyer
And the mean, mean, mean, mean pride.

And though his mind is not for rent,
Don't put him down as arrogant.
His reserve, a quiet defense,
Riding out the day's events.

The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the mist-mist, catch the myth-myth
Catch the myst-ery, catch the drift-drift.

The world is the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his skies are wide.

The Tom with the sawyer
With the eye on the you,
the space he invades
He gets by by by by....

No his mind is not for rent
To any God or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren't permanent,

But change is.

And what you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the wit-ness, catch the wit-wit,
Catch the spi-rit, catch the spit-spit.

The world is the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his skies are wide.

Exit the warrior,
The Tom with the sawyer,
The eye on the you,
Energy trade
On to,
The friction of the day.

(you don't mean it)

You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted

It's time that you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin
You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin

Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit

(you don't mean it)

You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted

It's time that you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin
You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin

You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons

(you don't mean it)

so you're accepted
so you're accepted
so you're accepted
so you're accepted

Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons x2

(you don't mean it)

Beat me up
Beat me down
Mess me up
Beyond all recognition

For what it's worth
I'd do it again
With no consequence
I will do it again

Caught Up, so hunt me down, down, down
Jump the gun bust a cap hit the ground

yo yo yo, word
My tendency's never returned
Received like a big fat jerk,
yo yo yo yo,
A bit silly, but not absurd
Cause you know that's what I heard
Tell ya thoughts that's most impure,
yo yo yo yo,
So everything's splendid, sure
I just there to in-jure

On the fence
The consequence
What do they know
About that

On the track
Ahead in the back
What do they know
About that

I'm quite depressed
I'm quite a mess

Beat me up
Beat me down
Mess me up
Beyond all recognition
For what it's worth
I'd do it again
With no consequence
I will do it again

Hard up, so hunt me down, down, down
Jump the gun bust a cap hit the ground

yo yo yo, word
My tendency's never returned
Received like a big fat jerk,
yo yo yo yo,
I been silly, but not absurd
Cause you know that's what I heard
Tell ya thoughts that's most impure,
yo yo yo yo,
So everything's splendid, sure
I just there to in-jure

On the fence
The consequence
What do they know
About that

On the track
Ahead of the pack
What do they know
About that

I'm quite depressed
I'm quite a mess

Hey, someone to stab in the back
Hey, someone to fall through the crack
Hey, someone to punch in the face
Hey, someone to fall through the crack

Written all over my face
Written all over my face
Written all over my face
Written all over my face
Written all over my face
Written all over my face
Written all over my face
Written all over my face

Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the crowd!

yo yo yo, word
My tendency's never returned
Received like a big fat jerk,
yo yo yo yo,
I been silly, but not absurd
Cause you know that's what I heard
Tell ya thoughts that's most impure,
yo yo yo yo,
So everything's splendid, sure
I just there to in-jure

Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still following me?
Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still-- still--
Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still following me?
Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still-- still--?

Should I talk slower like you're a retard?
Should I talk slower like you're retarded?

Yo' they think you're dumb. I think you're smart. No, wait, I lied. I think you're dumb.
They think you're dumb. I think you're smart. No, wait, I lied. I think you're dumb.

Get it-
Get it-
Get it-
You just don't get it.
Get it-
Get it-
Get it-
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fuc-
ker-
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fuc-

Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still following me.
Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still-- still--
Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still following me.
Is it Simple enough for you? Does everybody understand me? Are you all still-- still--

Should I talk slower like you're a retard?
Should I talk slower like you're retarded?

Yo' they think you're dumb. I think you're smart. No, wait, I lied. I think you're dumb.
They think you're dumb. I think you're smart. No, wait, I lied. I think you're dumb.

Get it-
Get it-
Get it-
You just don't get it.
Get it-
Get it-
Get it-
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fuc-
ker-
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fuc-

It's under your nose.
It's under your nose.
It's under your nose.
It's under your nose.

It's over your head.
It's over your head.
It's over your head.
It's over your head.

It's out of your reach.
It's out of your reach.
It's out of your reach.

You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fuc-
ker-
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fucker.
You stupid mother fuc-

Nana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nananana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nananana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nananana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nana.
Nanana.

2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Stupid people thinkin' I...am...cool.

I definitely give myself props
And that way I always get what I want.

I always try to keep my edge
With 2 hookers and an
8 ball niggaz and all the cold brothas
As I rock them niggaz and get
Freaky deaky with a front row tickets
For all of my bitches
Cuz my momma said to pick the very best one!

2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball,
It...ain't...that...fucking...hard!

I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is when I lose

I'm struggling to keep my edge
With 2 hookers and an
8 ball babies for all the fine ladies
Rollin out in my Mercedes
And into the 80's
With a bad case of rabies
And a high-top fades.

2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Stupid people thinking I...am...cool.

Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
One a day
Keep away from no mothafucka!

I'm not that fucking wonderful
Oh no, no,
I thought i told you to go.
I'm not that fucking wonderful
Oh no, no,
I thought i told you to go.
I'm not that fucking wonderful
Oh no, no,
I thought i told you to go.

Well then go,
Fuckin go!

8 ball niggaz and all the cold brothas
As I rock them niggaz and get
Freaky deaky with a front row ticket
For all of my bitches
Cuz my momma said to pick the very best one.

2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Stupid people thinking I...am...cool.

2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball,
Stupid people thinking I...am...cool.

Everyone in highschool will worship
The fucking ground I walk on
If it was up to me

I'll never be a target
I'll never be a fucking virgin
But it's not up to me

You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me

So now I'm (woooo)
We got the limo (woooo)
I'm running (woooo)

'Cause I'll be fucking at the
Best prom ever

So now I'm (woooo)
We got the limo (woooo)
I'm running (woooo)

'Cause I'll be fucking at the
Best prom ever

Everyone in highschool will worship
The fucking ground I walk on
If it was up to me

I'll never be a target
I'll never be a fucking virgin
But it's not up to me

You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me

So now I'm (woooo)
We got the limo (woooo)
I'm running (woooo)

'Cause I'll be fucking at the
Best prom ever
Best prom ever

Guess what, girlfriend
You have got nothing on me, whore
You won't be missed
So get the whole fucking thing over with

Best prom ever

After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)

I'm so down underground I'll be scalping all my tickets
forging all my soundscans like yall could tell the difference
the mission fishing for the disinfranchised little kids
we shoot them in a barrel its so easy when they're pissed
Undereducated extra caffinated
I just masterbated now I'm motivated
Cant live with us, you cant live without us
I take it then I break it, Thankyou for my paycheck
you can call me little miss piss with a kiss
and after all this the rest is all bull shit

You'll love it!
You'll love it!
You'll love it!
You'll love it!

After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)

I'm bumpin like a pimp on the stage to save face
I over compensate with the very bad taste
No offence No romance sick of your parents
About to take a stance in your childrens underpants
Its no accident you will pay my rent
And I am free to download all the porno from the internet
Carried on a stick stick not too fuckin quick quick
Now that I'm a prick prick yall can jock my dick
Say no to brains its a no brainer lowest common demoninator
It pays the bills to be this sterile
Fuck me now and pay off later

And you love it!
You love it!
You love it!
You love it!

After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)
After this the rest is all bullshit (ooo)

You can call me little miss piss with a kiss
You can call me little miss piss with a kiss (you cant live with us, you cant live without us)
You can call me little miss piss with a kiss
You can call me little miss piss with a kiss (you cant live with us, you cant live without us)

ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo

ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo

ooo
ooo

ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo

Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Waters) 11:26

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.