Lyrics game thread

[cashflyer]

Okay, the posting of lyrics in the "state of our union" thread prompted this idea. This idea may die fast...


Post lyrics that express your idea, thought, mood, or commentary. Lyrics must be unchanged. If they may be obscure to somebody, you should offer a reference. (Like if you're posting lyrics to some VoiVod song...)

You don't have to post the entire lyrics if it only takes a bit of them to express yourself. But post more than just one liners. And keeping with the "unchanged" rule, do not omit stuff to link lines to your liking.

Most importantly, NO OTHER COMMENTS or REPLY COMMENTARY.

Post lyrics. Figure out what the poster is saying, then reply with lyrics. That is all. And let's see where this takes us.

I forsee that this could go really, really bad. So...
Anyone up for it?

[VINMAN]

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bull-**** three ring cirrrrcus siiiideshow of
Freaks here in this, hopeless f*cking, hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any f*cking time.
Any f*cking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a b*ll-**** three ring cirrrrrcuus siiideshow of
freaks here in this hopeless ****ing hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any f*cking time.
Any f*cking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip****s.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid *****, silly *****, stupid *****...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
(Learn to swim. 3x)
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to beeeeeeeee.

(Learn to swim. 8x)
F*ck L Ron Hubbard and F*ck all his clones.
F*ck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.
(Learn to swim. 8x)
F*ck retro anything. F*ck your tattoos.
F*ck all you junkies and F*ck your short memory.
(Learn to swim. 8x)
F*ck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas.
F*ck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses.
(Learn to swim. 8x)
Cuz I'm praying for rain
and I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all awaaaaaaaaay.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it come down.
(Suck it down. 2x)
Flush it down.

[gassy]

I wanna hold your hand.

[cashflyer]

They said it'd never come, we knew it was a lie
All forms of life die now the humans all succumb
Time to kiss your ass goodbye the end has just begun
(Megadeth - Set the World Afire)

In the year 7510
If God's a-comin, he oughta make it by then.
Maybe he'll look around himself and say.
Guess it's time for the judgment day.
(Zager & Evans / Ten Years After - In the Year 2525)

[widebody911]

Kiss me where it smells funny.

[Taz's Master]

You take what's good for you and I'll take my freedom

[cashflyer]

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh its a killing machine
Its got everything
Like a driving power, big fat tyres
And everything

[Drago]

The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

I met her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
You know what I mean

My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

[VINMAN]

I ain't tradin' in my family's safety
Just to save a little gas
And I'll pray to God any place, any time
And you can bet I'll pick up the phone if Uncle Sam calls me up
You do your thing, I'll do mine

Hey, I'll worry about me
You just worry about you
And I'll believe what I believe
And you believe what you believe too

I ain't gonna spare the rod
Cuz that ain't what my daddy did
And I sure know the difference between wrong and right
You know, to me it's all just common sense
A broken rule, a consequence
You do your thing, I'll do mine

Hey, I'll worry about me
You just worry about you
And I'll believe what I believe
And you believe what you believe too

I'm gonna keep on working hard
Make my money the old-fashioned way
I don't wanna piece of someone else's pie
If I don't get my fill on life I ain't gonna blame no one but me
You do your thing, I'll do mine

You ain't gonna be my judge
Cuz my judge will judge us all one day
You do your thing, I'll do mine

[Drago]

There is a marker,... no one sees it 'cause the sand
Has covered over,... all the messages it kept
Misunderstanding,... what original truth was
And out expanding,... in a faith but not in love

What went wrong?

Walking tightrope high,... over moral ground
Seeing visions of,........ falling up somehow
Do come down

With the living, let,... what is loving love
So unforgiving, yet,...... needing forgiveness first

God, what do you say?

Those undecided,.... Needn't have faith to be free
And those misguided, there was a plan for them to be
Now you got both sides claiming killing in Gods name
But God is nowhere,.. to be found conveniently

What goes on?

Walking tightrope high,... over moral ground
Walk the bridges,......... before you burn them down
Do come round

With the living, let,... what is loving love
So unforgiving, yet,...... needing forgiveness first

God, what do you say? What do you say?

There is a sickness,... a sickness coming over me
Like watching freedom,. Being sucked straight out to sea
An the solution?...... Well, from me far would it be
But the delusion,..... Is feeling dangerous to me

What goes wrong?

Walking tightrope high,... over moral ground
Seeing visions of,........ falling up somehow
Do come down

With the living, let,... what is loving love
So unforgiving, yet,...... needing forgiveness first

What do you say,.......... God, what do you say?

Calling out,....... Calling out.
Calling out,....... I'm calling you out.

[Drago]

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime

Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...

Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside

[Jared at Pelican Parts]

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh.
But when the taxman come to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son, SON, NO
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, NO NO

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, son son son

[Jared at Pelican Parts]

geh weiter
wir sorgen fuer dich
wir triggern deine sinne
wir nehmen fuer dich wahr
wir triggern deine sinne
rauschunterdrueckung

halber mensch

[Jared at Pelican Parts]

Een keer trek je de conclusie
Vriendschap is een illusie
Vriendschap is een droom
Een pakketje schroot, met een dun laagje chroom

[cashflyer]

Crazy, but thats how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe its not to late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate



And for Jared:

Wenn getanzt wird will ich führen
auch wenn ihr euch alleine dreht
Lasst euch ein wenig kontrollieren
Ich zeige euch wie es richtig geht
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus
und vor Paris steht Micky Maus

We're all living in Amerika
Amerika ist wunderbar
We're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

Ich kenne Schritte die sehr nützen
und werde euch vor Fehltritt schützen
Und wer nicht tanzen will am Schluss
weiß noch nicht dass er tanzen muss
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Ich werde euch die Richtung zeigen
Nach Afrika kommt Santa Claus
und vor Paris steht Micky Maus

[Jared at Pelican Parts]

Were all living in Amerika
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra

[tabs]

The rising moon faces the sickening sun
and the lights from the tower blocks go on one by one
A Big Shot, Over looking this black iron skyline
Surrounded by the symbols of prosperity
Sits back in his new leather chair
Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast

I'm smiling through my teeth
Anybody can be a millionaire
So everybodys gota try

But by the laws of this human jungle
only the heartless will survive
And down there, but for the grace of god, go I

The smoke and the steam, and the broken down dreams
The hope and the hunger, fustration and anger
The little drunken lives
Drivin through the traffic lights
And away from who they are

But I've been thinking of you
In this great city of great solitude

Crossin the central reservtion of my imagination
Searchin for the world I...left behind
a shadow hunting shadows..of chiildhood life
Its all I want and all I miss
But how can I return to a place that doesn't exist

From Mombasa to Miami, Beiruit to Bangladesh
I've flown around the world standing on the wing of a jet
Trying to salvage my emotions from the bottom of the oceans

Yasee I've sold my soul to pay for my dinner
My stomach grew fatter while my heart grew thinner
I ain't foolin Im fallin, I wasn't wicked, just weak
I ain't lyin, I'm dyin, crippled by deceit

Oh the hand that wrote this agony
that has just begun
willl be the hand that pulls the trigger
of this gun

[red-beard]

One of these days I'm gonna cut you into little pieces

[Jared at Pelican Parts]

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

[gassy]

I'm bored.