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  • rustoffa
    ROTH ARMY SUPREME
    • Jan 2004
    • 8963

    #91
    The Darkness were loud last night............

    You are drunk and you are surly
    In Latino lover mode
    We all know what's on your agenda
    You've broken the code

    Oh I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
    She's not my possession
    You cunt.

    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Yeah

    Octoped, you've got six hands too many
    And you can't keep them to yourself
    You're too fat and too old to marry
    So they left you on the shelf

    Oh I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
    But you soiled my obsession
    You cunt.

    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Ow!
    Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
    Get your hands off my woman motherfuuuuuuuuuuckaaaaa!

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    • lucky wilbury

      #92
      Still Wondering Where Those Bastards Are

      We were on our way to Flagstaff
      Driving up that windy road
      With two roadworthy vehicles
      And one hellacious load
      Somehow they fell behind us
      We thought we'd meet them there
      But here we are in Flagstaff
      And the van's Christ knows where

      And I'm still wondering where those bastards are
      They're probably swilling in some Sedona bar
      I think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car
      'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are

      Well they didn't bother calling
      They knew just where we'd be
      The band was told to start at nine
      And now it's ten-fifteen
      If we don't get set up and play
      The bar will close its doors
      Then we'll have to pay for our way home
      By sweeping up the floors

      But I'm still wondering where those bastards are
      They're probably swilling in some Sedona bar
      I think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car
      'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are

      The owner told us flatly
      We won't play here again
      Until hell freezes over,
      Perhaps not even then
      Well it's time to leave this empty bar
      It's closing anyway
      You might say we're shit out of luck
      But all that I can say is...

      I'm still wondering where those bastards
      They're probably swilling in some Sedona bar
      I think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car
      'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are.

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      • lucky wilbury

        #93
        25 Women Ago

        She used to love me
        But she just couldn't say it
        Her friends just told me
        I just found out today
        I could have had her in my arms
        But I didn't know
        That she used to love me
        But that was twenty-five women ago

        If she just could have told me
        You know I would have been true
        But she knows all about the girls that I've had
        There's not a thing I can do
        Why did they have to tell me
        I wish that I just didn't know
        That I could have been happy
        But that was twenty-five women ago

        I close my eyes and I see her
        She's even lovelier now
        I want to ask her to give me one more chance
        But I don't even know how
        And then she speaks to me softly
        And says there's one thing that I know
        You get but one chance at true love
        And yours was twenty-five women ago

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        • Jesus Christ
          Veteran
          • Jan 2004
          • 2429

          #94
          The gates and doors were barred
          And all the windows fastened down
          I spent the night in sleeplessness
          And rose at every sound
          Half in hopeless sorrow
          And half in fear the day
          Would find the soldiers breakin' through
          To drag us all away

          And just before the sunrise
          I heard something at the wall
          The gate began to rattle
          And a voice began to call
          I hurried to the window
          Looked down into the street
          Expecting swords and torches
          And the sound of soldier's feet
          But there was no one there but Mary
          So I went down to let her in
          John stood there beside me
          As she told me where she'd been

          She said they've moved Him in the night
          And none of us knows where
          The stones been rolled away
          And now his body isn't there
          So we both ran toward the garden
          Then John ran on ahead
          We found the stone and empty tomb
          Just the way that Mary said
          But the winding sheet they wrapped him in
          Was just an empty shell
          And how or where they'd taken Him
          Was more than I could tell

          Oh something strange had happened there
          Just what I did not know
          John believed a miracle
          But I just turned to go
          Circumstance and speculation
          Couldn't lift me very high
          'Cause I'd seen them crucify Him
          Then I saw Him die

          Back inside the house again
          The guilt and anguish came
          Everything I'd promised Him
          Just added to my shame
          When at last it came to choices
          I denied I knew His name
          And even if He was alive
          It wouldn't be the same
          But suddenly the air was filled
          With a strange and sweet perfume
          Light that came from everywhere
          Drove shadows from the room

          And Jesus stood before me
          With His arms held open wide
          And I fell down on my knees
          And I just clung to Him and cried
          Then He raised me to my feet
          And as I looked into his eyes
          The love was shining out from Him
          Like sunlight from the skies
          Guilt in my confusion
          Disappeared in sweet release
          And every fear I'd ever had
          Just melted into peace

          He's alive yes He's alive
          Yes He's alive and I'm forgiven
          Heaven's gates are open wide
          Has alive yes Has alive
          Oh He's alive and I'm forgiven
          Heavens gates are open wide
          He's alive He's alive
          Hallelujah He's alive
          He's alive and I'm forgiven
          Heaven's gates are open wide
          He's alive He's alive He's alive
          Sweet Jesus

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          • rustoffa
            ROTH ARMY SUPREME
            • Jan 2004
            • 8963

            #95
            This is an intermission. Thank the lord noone followed that.

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            • Coyote
              ROTH ARMY SUPREME
              • Jan 2004
              • 8185

              #96
              I Don’t Wanna Be A Rock'n'Roll Star (Peer Günt)

              Swaggering guys like Kansas city fags
              sucking their cheecks like hungry shads
              If that's a look of the rock'n'roll
              there's something wrong

              I know the business will take a part of me
              In sunshine dreams I do not believe
              But there is one thing I wanna say
              it never kills my blues

              I don't wanna be a rock'n'roll star
              Just wanna play my honky guitar
              I don't give a damn to fortune and fame
              Just wanna do this in my own way

              There are on the cover of the big magazine
              rock star for the very first time
              They don’t tell what you are
              They tell what you wear

              Flash lights cover your way
              They know what they want from you
              And when years are tearn you down
              you are all alone again

              I don't wanna be a rock'n'roll star
              Just wanna play my honky guitar
              I don't give a damn to fortune and fame
              Just wanna do this in my own way

              I’ve been waiting for this moment so long
              And I’ve been dreaming this way so long time
              All these years alone with my guitar
              Now I know doing ain’t so far

              I don't wanna be a rock'n'roll star
              Just wanna play my honky guitar
              I don't give a damn to fortune and fame
              Just wanna do this in my own way

              I don't wanna be a rock'n'roll star
              Just wanna play my honky guitar
              I don't give a damn to fortune and fame
              Just wanna do this in my own way
              Why settle for something you have, if it's not as good as something you're out to get?

              Originally posted by Seshmeister
              It's like putting up a YouTube of Bach and playing Chopstix on your Bontempi...

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              • Coyote
                ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                • Jan 2004
                • 8185

                #97
                (same group)

                Backseat

                No motorcycles,
                no Jap cars,
                no waterbed sales,
                no dirty movies,
                no man strippers
                turns on her lights

                She only plays with the big boys
                She don't care about you
                Cheerleaders, another dealers
                she's doing them all

                She's not a good deal

                In elevators, in strange places
                she only likes to play
                But only one, a good as place
                makes her so wild

                It really makes her bloom
                It really makes her bloom

                And it's nothin' but a
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                Only place where she likes to play
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                I'm coming, I'm coming

                She don't like, she really don't like,
                big Chevy Vans, she don't like bumping around!

                A coal miner, a beef farmer
                No matter what you are
                There's only one, a good as place
                that makes her wild

                It really makes her bloom
                It really makes her bloom

                And it's nothin' but
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                Only place where she likes to play
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                It really makes her bloom
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                Nothin' but
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                Only place where she likes to play
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am

                It really makes her bloom
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Backseat of a Trans Am
                Why settle for something you have, if it's not as good as something you're out to get?

                Originally posted by Seshmeister
                It's like putting up a YouTube of Bach and playing Chopstix on your Bontempi...

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                • rustoffa
                  ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                  • Jan 2004
                  • 8963

                  #98
                  The Tubes


                  I met her on a strip
                  It was another lost weekend
                  The band was too slick
                  And the people were twisted

                  So I asked her for a date
                  She reluctantly agreed
                  Then we went to my place
                  And she never did leave

                  She won't even miss me when she's gone
                  And that's okay with me I'll cry later on

                  It's been six months
                  She hasn't shut up once
                  I've tried to explain
                  She's driving me insane

                  She won't even miss me when she's gone
                  And that's okay with me I'll cry later on

                  Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
                  Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
                  Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
                  I'll just see you around

                  Get out
                  I'm telling you now
                  Do you catch my drift
                  What could be plainer than this

                  Nothin' more to be said
                  Write me a letter instead
                  I don't mean to be cruel
                  But I'm finished with you

                  She won't even miss me when she's gone
                  That's okay with me I'll cry later on

                  Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
                  Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
                  Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
                  I'll just see you around

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                  • pete
                    Crazy Ass Mofo
                    • Jan 2004
                    • 3325

                    #99
                    As I walk through this wicked world
                    Searching for light in the darkness of insanity
                    I ask myself, is all hope lost?
                    Is there only pain and hatred and misery?
                    And each time I feel like this inside
                    There's one thing I want to know
                    Oh, what's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
                    And as I walk on through troubled times
                    My spirit gets so down-hearted sometimes
                    So where are the strong?
                    And who are the trusted
                    And where is that harmony (sweet harmony)
                    'Cause each time I feel it slipping away
                    Just makes me want to cry
                    What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
                    Oh, what's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
                    So where are the strong?
                    And who are the trusted?
                    And where is that harmony? Sweet harmony
                    'Cause each time I feel it slipping away
                    Just makes me want to cry
                    Oh, what's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding
                    Oh, what's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding ?

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                    • pete
                      Crazy Ass Mofo
                      • Jan 2004
                      • 3325

                      Darkest of night
                      With the moon shining bright
                      There's a set goin' strong
                      Lotta things goin' on
                      The man of the hour
                      Has an air of great power
                      The dudes have envied him for so long

                      (Chorus)
                      Oooh, Superfly
                      You're gonna make your fortune by and by
                      But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
                      The only game you know is Do or Die
                      Ah-ha-ha

                      Hard to understand
                      What a hell of a man
                      This cat of the slum
                      Had a mind, wasn't dumb
                      But a weakness was shown
                      'Cause his hustle was wrong
                      His mind was his own
                      But the man lived alone

                      Chorus

                      The game he plays he plays for keeps
                      Hustlin' times and ghetto streets
                      Tryin' ta get over
                      (That's what he tryin' to do, y'all)
                      Taking all that he can take
                      Gambling with the odds of fate
                      Tryin' ta get over (4x)
                      Woo, Superfly

                      The aim of his role
                      Was to move a lot of blow
                      Ask him his dream
                      What does it mean?
                      He woudn't know
                      "Can't be like the rest"
                      Is the most he'll confess
                      But the time's running out
                      And there's no happiness

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                      • Diva Lee Roth

                        Originally posted by pete
                        Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad Lyrics

                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
                        You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad
                        Took you to a place, now you can't get back
                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                        Walked together down a dead end street
                        We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
                        Don't try to figure out what we might of had
                        Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                        I'm just a singer, some say a sinner
                        Rolling the dice, not always a winner
                        You say I've been lucky, well hell I've made my own
                        Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone


                        Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
                        Surrounded, we always found an escape
                        Drove me to drink, but hey that's not all bad
                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                        Guess I've been greedy, all of my life
                        Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
                        Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                        Maybe it's just talk, saloon singing
                        The chairs are all stacked, the swinger's start swinging
                        You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
                        Then after you did it, you came crying for my help


                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
                        I'm not complaining, baby I'm glad
                        You call it a compromise, well what's that?
                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                        Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

                        One of my favorites!!!:D

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                        • Diva Lee Roth

                          You don't know how you took it
                          You just know what you got
                          Oh Lordy you've been stealing
                          From the thieves and you got caught

                          In the headlights
                          Of a stretch car
                          You're a star

                          Dressing like your sister
                          Living like a tart
                          They don't know what you're doing
                          Babe, it must be art
                          You're a headache
                          In a suitcase
                          You're a star

                          Oh no, don't be shy
                          You don't have to go blind
                          Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

                          Oh no, don't be shy
                          You don't have to go blind
                          Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

                          You don't know how you got here
                          You just know you want out
                          Believing in yourself
                          Almost as much as you doubt
                          You're a big smash
                          You wear it like rash
                          Star

                          Oh no, don't be shy
                          It takes a crowd to cry
                          Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

                          They want you to be Jesus
                          They'll go down on one knee
                          But they'll want their money back
                          If you're alive at thirty-three
                          And you're turning tricks
                          With your crucifix
                          You're a star

                          (Oh child)

                          Of course you're not shy
                          You don't have to deny love
                          Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

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                          • Diva Lee Roth

                            Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger

                            It's hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
                            On a hot summer night
                            Don't be afraid of the world we made
                            On a hot summer night

                            'Cause when a long-legged lovely walks by
                            Yeah you can see the look in her eye
                            Then you know that it's

                            [Refrain]
                            Hot in the city, hot in the city tonight, tonight
                            Hot in the city, hot in the city tonight, tonight

                            Stranger, stranger

                            For all the dreams and schemes,
                            people are as they seem
                            On a hot summer night
                            Don't be no fun, don't forget you're young
                            On a hot summer night

                            A sometime someone you're not
                            Don't wait to see what you got
                            'Cause you know that you're

                            [Refrain]

                            We'll walk until my feet drop
                            I'm a train when I'm hateful
                            Yeah, lay right down now
                            And ride until your head breaks
                            I'm a-walkin' 'til my brain pops
                            I will move with the beat now
                            I'm a chain 'round an A-bomb
                            I'm a ribbon in the heat now
                            New York!

                            [Refrain, repeat to fade]

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                            • Diva Lee Roth

                              Combination
                              ( Perry )

                              The street is cold the dawn is gray
                              My heart says no but my head says stay
                              My work is finished or so I've been told
                              You can't part the three of us once we got a hold

                              I forgot my name
                              I took the shots on the chin
                              I'm re-arranging my game
                              Tell by the shape I'm...

                              In the line of fire you know what to say
                              They gave us no choices just one shade of gray
                              My legs keep moving don't seem to stray
                              But I know each step we take they're one step away

                              I found the secret the key to the vault
                              We walked in darkness kept hitting the walls
                              I took the time to feel for the door
                              I found the secret the key to it all

                              I got the Nouveauree
                              And dragged it home to bed
                              I traded you for me
                              I took it all and said

                              I find my own fun sometimes for free
                              I got to pay it to come lookin' for me
                              Walking on Gucci wearin' Yves Saint Laurent
                              Barely stay on 'cause I'm so God damn gaunt

                              I found the secret the key to the vault
                              We walked in darkness kept hitting the walls
                              I took the time to feel for the door
                              I found the secret the key to it all

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                              • rustoffa
                                ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                                • Jan 2004
                                • 8963

                                I preach my dear friends you are about to receive on John Barley
                                corn, nicotine and the temptations of Eve.

                                No parking by the sewer sign
                                hotdog my razor broke
                                water dripping up the spout
                                but I don't care - Let it all Hang Out

                                Hanging from a pine tree by my knees
                                sunshine through the shade
                                nobody knows what it's all about
                                it's too much man - Let it all Hang Out

                                Saw a man walking upside down
                                my TV's on the blink
                                make Galileo look like a boy scout
                                sorry about that - Let it all Hang Out

                                Sleep all day, drive all night
                                brain my numb can't stop now
                                for sure ain't no doubt
                                keep an open mind - Let it all Hang Out

                                It's raining inside a big brown moon
                                how does that mess your baby up leg
                                eating a reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
                                don't stop now honey - Let it all Hang Out

                                Man in the straw house
                                sure don't know what he's talkin' about
                                don't leave me standing
                                on the front porch baby
                                makes me feel like I'm selling something
                                ask me in - Let it all Hang Out

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