Subtle Signs Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 These are mine as of right now. Laugh if you want but this song will be huge on radio very soon:Kristy, are you doing OK?-The Offspring:There’s a moment in timeAnd it’s stuck in my mindWay back, when we were just kidsCause your eyes told the taleOf an act of betrayalI knew that somebody didOh, waves of timeSeem to wash awayThe scenes of our crimesBut for you this never endsCan you stay strong?Can you go on?Kristy are you doing okay?A rose that won’t bloomWinter’s kept youDon’t waste your whole life tryingTo get back what was taken awayThough the marks on your dressHad been neatly repressedI knew that something was wrongAnd I should have spoke outAnd I’m so sorry nowI didn’t knowCause we were so youngOh, clouds of timeSeem to rain onInnocence left behindAnd it never goes away Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RJ88 Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 those may be the top 10 worst lyrics i've ever read Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pain cake Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 "We'll choke on our own vomit and that will be the end. We were fatal to pretend" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
misch Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 Bets lyrics so far:The Raconteurs - Carolina DramaI'm not sure if there's a point to this storyBut I'm going to tell it againSo many other people try to tell the taleNot one of them knows the endIt was a junk-house in South CarolinaHeld a boy the age of tenAlong with his older brother BillyAnd a mother and her boyfriendWho was a triple loser with some blue tattoosThat were given to him when he was youngAnd a drunk temper that was easy to loseAnd thank god he didn't own a gunWell, Billy woke up in the back of his truckTook a minute to open his eyesHe took a peep into the back of the houseAnd found himself a big surpriseHe didn't see his brother but there was his motherWith her red-headed head in her handsWhile the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priestTrying to choke the manAh Ah Ahhh...Billy looked up from the window to the truckThrew up, and had to struggle to standHe saw that red-necked bastard with a hammerTurn the priest into a shell of a manThe priest was putting up the fight of his lifeBut he was old and he was bound to loseThe boyfriend hit as hard as he couldAnd knocked the priest right down to his shoesWell, now Billy knew but never actually metThe preacher lying there in the roomHe heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"Then he knew what he was gonna doBilly got up enough courage, took it upAnd grabbed the first blunt thing he could findIt was a cold, glass bottle of milkThat got delivered every morning at nineAh Ah Ahhh...Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, andHe turned around and put the lock on the doorHe looked dead into the boyfriend's eyeHis mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, thenHe took a step toward the man on the groundFrom his mouth trickled out a little audible soundHe heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about""Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"But Billy knew just who was starting the dramaSo Billy took dead aim at his faceAnd smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, andThe white milk dripped down with the blood, and theBoyfriend fell down dead for goodRight next to the preacher who was gasping for airAnd Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, andPulled out an envelope filled with money"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears"He's been paying all the bills for years""Mama, let's put this body underneath the treesand put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"Just then, his little brother came inHolding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,La la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la, la la la...La la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la, la la la...La la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahLa la la la, la la la la, yeahWell now you heard another side to the storyBut you wanna know how it ends?If you must know, the truth about the taleGo and ask the milkman Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DopeSickGirl Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 You said I must eat so many lemons coz I am so BITTOH.I said I'd rather be with your friends, mate coz they are much FITTOH.Love it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Powerage5 Posted July 11, 2008 Share Posted July 11, 2008 Ain't no good lyrics in '08 yet...I'm expecting the new Alice Cooper lyrics to be good. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Graeme Posted July 11, 2008 Share Posted July 11, 2008 In Flames- March To The ShoreI used to adore youThe lies made sense somehowGave myself away without a fightBut betrayal claims its priceAt first I was scaredNot used to murder's mindBut there was something beautifulSo powerful, different, so divinePushing the faithBuild on our rageFalling idealsBroken sealsMarch to the shoreYou are a killerIs it something that's always been thereWhat's the distance in this cage?Oh, I'm glad we metI love to release the rageBut everything has its endI've done my deedThe final bullet was always meant for me!Pushing the faithBuild on our rageFalling idealsBroken sealsMarch to the shoreYou are a killerBut everything has its endI've done my deedThe final bullet was always meant for me!Falling idealsBroken sealsMarch to the shoreYou are a killer James- Hey MaNow the towers have fallenSo much dust in the airIt affected your visionsCouldn't see yourself clearFrom the Fall came such choicesEven worse than the FallThere's this chain of consequencesWithin WithoutI keep causing reactionNever falls to planBlack Swans at your picnic tableKnocking over the jamPlease don't preachj me forgivenessYou're hardwired for revengeWar is just about businessWithin WithoutHey Ma,The boys in bodybags coming home in piecesHey Ma,The boys in bodybags coming home in piecesComing home in piecesThe dead live on within usKeep your fingers crossedWe were choking on the smoke and the dustAnd the lives that weere lostScratch the surface of liberalsThere's a beast underneathOthers hide in their JekyllsWithin WithoutHey Ma,The boys in bodybags coming home in piecesHey Ma,The boys in bodybags coming home in piecesI can feel the daylightI can feel the day lighting on me, lighting on meI can feel the daylightI can feel the day lighting on me, lighting on me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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