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  • How Do You Like Me Now?!
    Toby Keith




    I was always the crazy one
    Broke into the stadium
    And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
    You were always the perfect one
    And the valadictorian so
    Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

    I only wanted to get your attention
    But you overlooked me somehow
    Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
    And I played my guitar too loud.

    How do you like me now?
    How do you like me now,
    Now that I'm on my way?
    Do you still think I'm crazy
    Standin here today?
    I couldnt make you love me
    But I always dreamed about living in your radio
    How do you like me now?

    When I took off to Tennessee
    I heard that you made fun of me
    Never imagined I'd make it this far
    Then you married into money girl
    Aint it a cruel and funny world?
    He took your dreams and tore them apart.

    He never comes home
    And youre always alone
    And your kids hear you cryin down the hall
    Alarm clock starts ringin
    Who could that be singin
    Its me baby, with your wake up call!

    How do you like me now?
    How do you like me now,
    Now that I'm on my way?
    Do you still think I'm crazy
    Standin here today?
    I couldnt make you love me
    But I always dreamed about living in your radio
    How do you like me now?

    How do you like me now?
    Now that I'm on my way?
    Do you still think I'm crazy
    Standin here today?
    I couldnt make you love me
    But I always dreamed about living in your radio
    How do you like me now?

    Tell me baby...
    I will preach on...
    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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    • Alkistis Protopsalti

      gas station

      If I could have on the clouds a gas station
      In the void to risk for my unfair star
      The hearts, scraps in a convict body

      Bring me glasses and break the glass
      Cut the kiss, to drink, get drunk
      All my favors you delayed them for too long
      And I departed the crazyone high in the heavens

      To forget, I could to reach the world again
      It’s a heavy load for the time of the gypsies

      Fires, hearts, scraps and a God above the unfair
      Leave me in the clouds in an old gas station
      If only I could raise my soul to the clouds
      With thunders to serene the plaints I was putting forth
      In my mind and to begin from the sadness having fun

      Bring me glasses and break the glass
      Cut the kiss, to drink, get drunk
      All my favors you delayed them for too long
      And I departed the crazyone high in the heavens

      To forget, I could to reach the world again
      It’s a heavy load for the time of the gypsies

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      • Staind - It's been Awhile

        It's been awhile
        Since I could hold my head up high
        Since I first saw you
        Since I could stand on my own two feet again
        Since I could call you
        But everything I can't
        remember as ****ed up as it
        all may seem the consequences
        that I've rendered I've stretched
        myself beyond my means

        It's been awhile
        Since I could say that I wasn't addicted
        Since I could say I loved myself as well
        Since I've gone and ****ed things
        up juts like I always do
        But all that **** seems to
        disappear when I'm with you
        But everything I can't remember
        as ****ed up as it may seem
        The consequences that I've rendered
        I've gone and ****ed things up again
        Why must I feel this way
        Just make this go away
        Just one more peaceful day

        It's been awhile
        Since I could look at myself straight
        Since I said I'm sorry
        Since I've seen the way
        the candle lights your face
        But I can still remember
        just the way you taste
        But everything I can't remember as
        ****ed up as it all may seem to be
        I know it's me I cannot blame this on my
        father he did the best he could for me

        It's been awhile
        Since I could hold my head up high
        and its been awhile since I said
        I'm sorry
        Desperados of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your dignity.......
        07849275180

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        • Terror X Crue

          Awake inside some others' dreams.

          I listen to the same 20 songs day and night
          It’s the same sleaze, a lifetime on the air
          The air that some polluted with smog
          They’ve plunged a nation into a constant sorrow
          **** it, there come times I feel
          An intruder in my own land
          I feel I become easy pray to the beasts
          That have enclosed us in this land
          To easily control us
          Then again
          Times come when I get dizzy
          Because of the culture that they have enforced on me
          This is also a factor
          That systematically alienates me
          From my Hellenic language
          Throwing me deeper into hell
          The pollution of the New World Order
          Cannot be hidden
          And I realize that perhaps
          All these years I was awake
          Inside some others’ dreams

          I was awake inside some others’ dreams

          My glare always falls
          In an asymmetric world
          An asymmetry is rising within me
          From my birth
          They ceaselessly water
          My soul, body and spirit
          With poison
          And it is certain
          That some push me to the downside
          They want to kill each of my cerebral cells
          They keep me in lethargy through a barren education
          They barely teach me the essentials
          So I can perform the work for them
          Someone’s pulling me away from the essence
          And throws me into the perishables’ vortex
          My soul’s eye little by little closes
          Someone doesn’t let me
          To get away from this environment
          And thus I remain awake
          Inside some others’ dreams

          I was awake inside some others’ dreams

          Everything around me collapses
          I fight to remain standing
          Throwing with my torch Hellenic light
          This dangerous for the darkness light
          I want to erase from me
          Each and everyone of their mark
          I want to cut loose from their bonds
          I’m not preaching
          But to their bended construction
          I will no longer be a pillar
          I don’t sing cozy songs
          I want to see it being demolished from its foundations
          Let’s go!
          None of us should be

          Awake inside some others’ dreams

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          • the day the world went away, nine inch nails.
            (i'm thinking of a particular version, the one on 'still.')


            i listen to the words he'd say
            but in his voice,i heard decay
            the plastic face forced to portay
            all the insides left cold and grey
            there is a place that still remains
            it eats the fear, it eats the pain
            the sweetest price he'll have to pay

            the day the whole world went away.

            eulogy for a pariah, this time in paradise
            (instrumental, but it's got words that are meant to be read.)

            i wish i had gotten to know him better. i passed by him every day, and he just seemd to fade into the background. the handful of his freinds always spoke very highly of him. for someone who tread so lightly on this world, he left an indellable mark on the lives he touched. but i just couldn't have been bothered to take the time to get to know him.

            he gave his very soul to someone dear to him. and as far as i know, she still has it. he would like you to keep it as a reminder, not only to yourself, but to the world. i can only speculate as to why he would choose oblivion, so that you may keep his soul, but who am i to argue?

            he was a man who opened himself up to whomever he met; his life an open book for all to read. maybe that's what scared everyone away. the fact that someone was willing to be honest with them for a change, and be themselves. there was no façade to him. no false pretenses of what he was about. and for that, i tip my hat to him.

            he was difficult to anger, and carried a minimal amout of grudges. there's only one person that comes to mind that he would be loathed to forgive, and i can't say i blame him either. he was not blameless, and would tell you so, at that. he had done some terrible things, and admitted to it. honesty, to not only himself, but to anyone that spoke to him.

            he will not be missed. his memory will be glanced over as he had been in life. but i have a funny feeling he'll be back for his soul eventually.
            I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
            [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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            • Two For Tuesday; The Bee Gees

              New York Mining Disaster 1941

              In the event of something happening to me,
              there is something I would like you all to see.
              It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.

              Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
              Do you know what it's like on the outside?
              Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.

              I keep straining my ears to hear a sound.
              Maybe someone is digging underground,
              or have they given up and all gone home to bed,
              thinking those who once existed must be dead.

              Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
              Do you know what it's like on the outside?
              Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.

              In the event of something happening to me,
              there is something I would like you all to see.
              It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.

              Hvae you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
              Do you know what it's like on the outside?
              Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.

              ****************************************


              Children of the World


              We are children of the world - watching every day go by
              Changes my life, changes your life - keeps us all anticipating
              We are searchers of the truth, every man's a boy deep down
              Gotta say it how you mean it - there ain't no easy way

              Like a bird in the wind, like a tree in the storm
              Like the breath of a child from the moment he's born
              To the very last day when the curtains are drawn
              We are children of the world - asking every question why
              From arrival to survival - just to make it worth the waiting
              We are faces in the night - watching every day go by
              Changes my life, changes your life - there ain t no easy way

              In the back of your mind there is always a mark
              There's a wandering solo alone in the dark
              You can keep it forever or tear it apart

              We are children of the world - watching every day go by
              Changing my life, changing your life - keeps us all anticipating

              We are children of the world - watching every day go by
              Like a bird in the wind, like a tree in the storm
              Like the breath of a child from the moment he's born
              Till the very last day when the curtains are drawn
              We are children of the world - watching every day go by
              Changes my life, changes your life - keeps us all anticipating

              We are children of the world - watching every day go by
              Changes my life, changes your life - keeps us all anticipating
              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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              • Karvelas

                Summer vacations

                Remember the summer times at those times
                With the gang in old Faliro
                At Batis we gathered ‘round for a swim at mornings
                In Amphitriti and in Adonis then for cinema

                Summer vacations for ever
                Summer vacations for ever

                With some other gangs we had differences
                And outside of Apollon clouts would fall

                But at evening everyone sweet home
                With the girls in our embrace
                Some little party we arranged
                And then at the movies

                Summer vacations for ever
                Summer vacations for ever

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                • Best, Christmas song, ever.

                  Merry F--king Christmas - Mr Garrison

                  I heard there is no Christmas
                  In the silly Middle East
                  No trees, no snow, so Santa Claus,
                  They have different religious beliefs
                  They believe in Muhammed, and not in our holiday,
                  And so every December I go to the Middle East and saaaay

                  Hey there Mr Muslim, Merry F--king Christmas
                  Put down that book, the Koran,
                  And here's some holiday wishes.
                  In case you haven't noticed it's Jesus' birthday
                  So get off your heathen Muslim ass and f--king celebrate

                  There is no holiday season in India, I've heard
                  They don't hang up their stockings, and that is just absurd
                  They've never read a Christmas story,
                  They don't know what Rudolph is about.
                  And that is why in December I'll go to India and shout

                  Hey there Mr Hinduist, Merry F--king Christmas
                  Drink Egg Nog and eat some Beef and pass it to the Missus
                  In case you haven't noticed it's Jesus' birthday
                  So get off your heathen Hindu ass and f--king celebrate

                  Now I heard that in Japan everyone just lives in sin
                  They pray to several Gods, and put needles in their skin
                  On December 25th, all they do is eat a cake
                  And that is why I go to Japan, and walk around and say

                  Hey there Mr Shintoist, Merry F--king Christmas
                  God is going to kick your ass you infidelic Pagan scum
                  In case you haven't noticed, there's festive things to do
                  So lets all rejoice for Jesus, Merry F--king Christmas to you

                  On Christmas day,
                  I travel 'round the world and say
                  To all you Christians, Buddhists, and all you Atheists too
                  Merry F--king Christmas to you

                  Thank you Mr Hat
                  Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevada, defiant and enduring.

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                  • Arrogant Worms - Rippy The Gator

                    Hi kids!
                    Welcome to the Uncle Bobo show!
                    Are you ready to sing?
                    Come on, let's go!

                    Billy and his family went on a holiday
                    They went down to Florida to laugh and dance and
                    play
                    Bill went in for a swim, he didn't see the harm
                    But when he came back out again, he was short an arm

                    'Cause Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Passing the time by ending children's lives
                    Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp!

                    Billy and his father went out to play some catch
                    But Billy missed the pass because his arm was
                    unattached
                    The ball flew past his shoulder and it rolled into
                    the swamp
                    When he went wading after it his leg became a stump

                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Passing the time by ending children's lives
                    Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp!

                    Billy and his father joined a three-legged race
                    They were tearing up the field, no one could keep the pace
                    But Billy tripped and did a flip and landed in the muck
                    He was running out of limbs and also out of luck

                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Passing the time by ending children's lives
                    Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp!

                    Billy was all dirty, he really had to wash
                    But he couldn't use a towel 'cause his limbs had been gnawed off
                    He went into the water to get all clean and bright
                    But when his bath was finished he was only half his height

                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Passing the time by ending children's lives
                    Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp!

                    Billy's father rolled his wheelchair up upon a hill
                    He wanted to put Bill where he would not get killed
                    But he left him on a slope, and into the swamp he rolled
                    They dragged out his head but there was nothing left below

                    'Cause Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Rippy the Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
                    Passing the time by ending children's lives
                    Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp!
                    Passing the time by ending children's lives
                    Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp!

                    Arrogant Worms - Rippy The Gator
                    There's nothing wrong with the dream, my friend, the problem lies with the dreamer.

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                    • Even Deeper, nine inch nails.

                      I woke up today
                      to find myself in the other place
                      with a trail of footprints
                      from where I ran away
                      it seems everything I've heard
                      just might be true
                      and you know me
                      (well you think you do)
                      sometimes, I have everything - yet I wish I felt something

                      do you know how far this has gone?
                      just how damaged have I become?
                      when I think I can overcome
                      it runs even deeper

                      and in a dream I'm a different me
                      with a perfect you
                      we fit perfectly
                      and for once in my life I feel complete
                      and I still want to ruin it
                      afraid to look
                      as clear as day
                      this plan has long been underway

                      I hear them call
                      I cannot stay
                      the voice inviting me away

                      do you know how far this has gone?
                      just how damaged have I become?
                      when I think I can overcome
                      it runs even deeper
                      everything that matters is gone
                      all the hands of hope have withdrawn
                      could you try to help me hang on?
                      it runs...

                      I straight
                      I won't crack
                      on my way
                      and I can't turn back
                      I'm okay
                      I'm on track
                      on my way
                      and I can't turn back
                      I stayed
                      on this track
                      gone too far
                      and I can't come back
                      I stayed
                      on this track
                      lost my way
                      can't come back
                      I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                      [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                      • Seven Spanish Angels
                        Willie Nelson



                        He looked down into her brown eyes,
                        Said, " Say a prayer for me."
                        She threw her arms around him,
                        Whispered, "God will keep us free."
                        They could hear the riders comin,
                        He said, "This is my last fight.
                        If they take me back to Texas,
                        They won't take me back alive."

                        **Chorus**
                        There were seven Spanish Angels,
                        At the alter of the Sun.
                        They were prayin' for the lovers,
                        In the valley of the gun.
                        When the battle stopped,
                        And the smoke cleared.
                        There was thunder from the throne.
                        And seven Spanish angels,
                        Took another angel home.

                        She reached down and picked the gun up,
                        That lay smokin in his hand.
                        She said, "Father please forgive me,
                        I can't make it without my man."
                        And she knew the gun was empty,
                        And she knew she couldn't win.
                        Her final prayer was answered,
                        When the rifles fired again.

                        **Chorus**
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                        • The Big Come Down, nine inch nails.

                          there is a game I play
                          try to make myself okay
                          try so hard to make the pieces all fit
                          smash it apart
                          just for the f*ck of it

                          bye bye oooh
                          got to get back to the bottom
                          bye bye oooh
                          the big come down isn't that what you wanted?
                          bye bye oooh
                          find a place with the failed and forgotten
                          bye bye oooh
                          isn't that really what you wanted now?

                          there is no place I can go there is no way I can hide
                          it feels like it keeps coming from the inside

                          there is a hate that burns within
                          the most desperate place I have ever been
                          try to get back to where I'm from
                          the closer I get the worse it becomes
                          the closer I get the worse it becomes

                          there is no place I can go there is no place I can hide
                          it feels like it keeps coming from the inside


                          I'm Looking Forward To Joining You, Finally

                          as black as the night can get
                          everything is safer now
                          there's always a way to forget
                          once you learn to find a way how

                          in the blur of serenity
                          where did everything get lost?
                          the flowers of naivete
                          buried in a layer of frost

                          the smell of sunshine
                          I remember sometimes

                          thought he had it all before they called his bluff
                          found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
                          wanted to go back to how it was before
                          thought he lost everything
                          then he lost a whole lot more

                          a fool's devotion
                          swallowed up in empty space
                          the tears of regret
                          frozen to the side of his face

                          the smell of sunshine
                          I remember sometimes

                          I've done all I can do
                          could I please come with you?
                          sweet smell of sunshine
                          I remember sometimes


                          Where Is Everybody?

                          did you happen to catch
                          or did it happen so fast
                          what you thought would always last
                          has passed you by
                          is everything speeding up
                          or am I slowing down
                          just spinning around
                          and I don't know why
                          all the pieces don't fit
                          thought I didn't give a ****
                          I never wanted to be like you
                          but for all I aspire
                          I am really a liar
                          and I'm running out of things I can do

                          I'd like to stay
                          but every day
                          everything pushes me further away
                          if you couls show
                          help me to know
                          how it's supposed to be
                          where did it go?

                          pleading and
                          needing and
                          bleeding and
                          breeding and
                          feeding
                          exceeding
                          where is everybody?
                          trying and lying
                          defying denying
                          crying and dying
                          where is everybody?

                          well okay, enough,
                          you've had your fun
                          but come on thare has to be someone
                          that hasn't yet become
                          so numb and succumb
                          and god damn I am so tired of pretending
                          of wishing I was ending
                          when all I'm really doing is trying to hide
                          and keep it inside
                          and fill it with lies
                          open my eyes?
                          maybe I wish I could try

                          pleading and needing
                          and bleeding and breeding
                          and feeding exceeding
                          where is everybody?
                          trying and lying
                          defying denying
                          crying and dying
                          where is everybody?


                          edit: forgot it was three for thursday.
                          I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                          [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                          • Maybe Just Once, nine inch nails.

                            i can't believe that what i feel is really happening to me.
                            make it hurt.
                            and point the finger at my insecurities.
                            well i guess i just don't understand about those complexities in your mind.
                            and i guess i just don't understand why this world seems so unkind.

                            maybe. maybe just once. i get what's coming.
                            maybe. maybe just once. i get what's coming to me.

                            so once again the way you feel will never ever stay the same.
                            and i'm to blame.
                            i wonder just who made the rules up for this game.
                            well i guess i just don't understand about what you want and what you need.
                            and i guess i just don't understand about how it has to be.

                            maybe. maybe just once. i get what's coming.
                            maybe. maybe just once. i get what's coming to me.

                            you sat down on this bed and you said
                            "Christ, what the hell do you think this place is?"
                            you know.
                            he just couldn't believe it!
                            and i said
                            "i don't know but it sure is something different"

                            so go ahead.
                            you say those thousand things you think you have to say.
                            look at me.
                            and tell me love's not such a hard word anyway.
                            well how can you count on me i thought you realized for sure.
                            and how can you just believe.
                            i thought i deserved just a little more.

                            maybe. maybe just once. i get what's coming.
                            maybe. maybe just once. i get what's coming to me.

                            oh God.
                            oh what's coming to me.
                            I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                            [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                            • Thugz Mansion

                              by Tupac Shakur

                              A place to spend my quiet nights;
                              Time to unwind, so much pressure in this life of mine; I cry at times;
                              I once contemplated suicide -
                              I would have tried, but when I held that gun, all I could see was my mama's eyes.
                              No-one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble,
                              Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no-one loves you.
                              Picture me inside the misery of poverty - no man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived.
                              Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on;
                              Me and my dawgs didn't have no choice but to roll on.
                              We found a family spot to kick it -
                              Where we can drink liquor, and no-one bickers over trick s***;
                              A spot where we can smoke in peace.
                              And even though we G's, we still visualize places that we can roll in peace,
                              And in my mind's eye I see this place that players go in fast,
                              Got a spot for us all so we can ball at Thug's Mansion

                              Chorus:

                              Ain't no place I'd rather be,
                              Children, dead homies and family,
                              Sky high, iced out paradise,
                              In the sky.

                              Ain't no place I'd rather be,
                              Only place that's right for me,
                              Chromed out mansion in paradise,
                              In the sky.

                              Will I survive all the fights in the darkness? Trouble sparks!
                              They tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed.
                              I shed tattoo tears and couldn't sleep,
                              'Cause for multiple years, witnessed peers catch gunshots;
                              Nobody cares, see the politicians ban us; they'd rather see us locked in chains,
                              Please explain why they can't stand us!
                              Is there a way for me to change, or am I just a victim of things I didn't maintain?
                              I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain, 'cause all the rest dead.
                              Is there a spot for us to roll? If you find it,
                              I'll be right behind you, show me and I'll go!
                              How can I be peaceful? I'm coming from the bottom,
                              Watch my daddy scream "Peace!" while the other man shot him.
                              I need a house that's full of love when I need
                              To escape the deadly places slinging drugs, Thug's Mansion

                              Chorus

                              Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good,
                              Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods.
                              Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook,
                              Drinkin' peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke.
                              Then some lady named Billie Holliday sang sittin' there,
                              Kickin' it with Malcolm till the day came.
                              Little LaTasha's sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store she's forgiven
                              So come home.
                              Maybe in time, you'll understand only God can save us;
                              With Miles Davis cuttin' loose with the band.
                              Just think of all the people that you knew in the past -
                              They passed on, now in heaven found peace at last.
                              Picture a place that they exist, together.
                              There has to be a place better than this, in heaven.
                              So right before I sleep, dear God what I'm askin',
                              Remember this face, save me a place, in Thug's Mansion . . .

                              Chorus
                              Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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                              • For RAH

                                I'm The Slime
                                Frank Zappa


                                I am gross and perverted
                                I'm obsessed 'n deranged
                                I have existed for years
                                But very little had changed
                                I am the tool of the Government
                                And industry too
                                For I am destined to rule
                                And regulate you
                                I may be vile and pernicious
                                But you can't look away
                                I make you think I'm delicious
                                With the stuff that I say
                                I am the best you can get
                                Have you guessed me yet?
                                I am the slime oozin' out
                                From your TV set
                                You will obey me while I lead you
                                And eat the garbage that I feed you
                                Until the day that we don't need you
                                Don't go for help...no one will heed you
                                Your mind is totally controlled
                                It has been stuffed into my mold
                                And you will do as you are told
                                Until the rights to you are sold
                                That's right, folks.. Don't touch that dial
                                Well, I am the slime from your video
                                Oozin' along on your livingroom floor
                                I am the slime from your video
                                Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go

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                                From the album "Overnite Sensation"

                                I am gross and perverted
                                I'm obsessed 'n deranged
                                I have existed for years
                                But very little had changed
                                I am the tool of the Government
                                And industry too
                                For I am destined to rule
                                And regulate you
                                I may be vile and pernicious
                                But you can't look away
                                I make you think I'm delicious
                                With the stuff that I say
                                I am the best you can get
                                Have you guessed me yet?
                                I am the slime oozin' out
                                From your TV set
                                You will obey me while I lead you
                                And eat the garbage that I feed you
                                Until the day that we don't need you
                                Don't go for help...no one will heed you
                                Your mind is totally controlled
                                It has been stuffed into my mold
                                And you will do as you are told
                                Until the rights to you are sold
                                That's right, folks.. Don't touch that dial
                                Well, I am the slime from your video
                                Oozin' along on your livingroom floor
                                I am the slime from your video
                                Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
                                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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