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| thesauce23 |
Goo Goo Dolls- Iris
Specifically these lyrics:
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
but when i go to near BRAMPTON or REXDALE(greater Toronto Area)
for some odd reason, WELCOME TO JAMROCK by Damian Marley starts playing in my head..EVERYTIME! |
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| Lira |
Buttsechs!!!
1,2,3 - Buttsechs!!!
Eye to eye, Buttsechs!!!
All we need, Buttsechs!!!
Tell me why, Buttsechs!!!
:D |
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| Zentac_75 |
| quote: | Originally posted by ChemEnhanced
Denis Leary - .....it is so me |
lies!!!
NINE INCH NAILS LYRICS
"Closer"
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
House of Rising Sun - Animals
There is a house
in New Orleans,
they call it Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
and God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailores
sewed my new blue jeans
my father was a gamblin' man
down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
is when he's down and drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
not to do what I have done
spend your lives in sin and misery
in the House of the Rising sun.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans,
they call it Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
and God, I know I'm one. |
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| The17sss |
Pink Floyd- In The Flesh
So you thought you might like to,
Go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes,
You'll just have to blow your way through this disguise. |
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| Ania_xox |
Do What You Want - JaseFOS ft. Claire Van der Boom
When our eyes met
I just can't believe
You're with someone else
With, one kiss, you have me
I wanna look into your eyes
To feel that special place
I'll be here for you
If you ever need me
I'll be here for you
If you ever need me
I've been waiting for so long
It's starting to kill me
What do I have to do?
It's like she's cast a spell
I wish I knew how to break it
So you'll take a little notice of me
I wanna take you away
We could forget about life for a while
Drift into a world of ecstacy
Where I can hold you
You look so happy with her
I wouldn't want to tear you apart
But whatever happens
I just want you to know
I've been waiting for so long
It's starting to kill me
What do I have to do?
It's like she's cast a spell
I wish I knew how to break it
So you'll take a little notice of me
DT8 Project - Destination
Far, far away
I hear you call
Haunting yet beautiful
Refrain
You spy with your regretful eyes
Dont break my heart again in vain
Cant you wait for me, baby please?
Wontt you wait for me, baby please?
You are the air I breathe
You are the earth beneath
You are my destination
You are the air I breathe
You are the earth beneath
I was your destination
You died inside
Jaded, I cry
Slave to our memories, no more
When you broke down
I hung around
Lonely but dignified
Stood my ground
Cant you wait for me, baby please?
Wontt you wait for me, baby please?
You are the air I breathe
You are the earth beneath
You are my destination
You are the air I breathe
You are the earth beneath
I was your destination
You are my destination |
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| elFreak |
| Everybody likes kung fu fighting...hyuh |
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| elFreak |
Kim-chee woman, wokkin' up some meat,
Kim-chee woman, it's spicy, not discreet.
Kim-chee woman,
I'll never leave you; you feed my tooth
With sweet and sour treats, that's the truth.
Burp me.
Kim-chee woman, from the garden seize,
Kim-chee woman, radish and cabbage, please.
Kim-chee woman,
You serve for lunch barbecued beef
That is bone-free, cabbage-leafed--
Yeow!
Kim-chee woman, wok with style,
Kim-chee woman, slop a pile. . .
Kim-chee--whoa! that isn't mild--for me.
Kim-chee woman, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kim-chee woman, cook my way.
Kim-chee woman, lay soju on me.
'cause I need some to get me tight,
Before I'm tastin' this pile tonight.
Kim-chee woman, don't wok dog thigh,
Kim-chee woman, with dairy--fie!
Kim-chee woman, don't wok this way, hey. OK?!
It ain't Korean-Kosher. Oy vey!
I guess I'll go on home, I ate.
Tomorrow, you'll put on my plate?
It starts with "C,"
Then goes A-B-B-A-G,
And, the final letter's "E."
Seoul soul, kim-chee woman.
sung to roy orbinson's pretty woman. |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by elFreak
Kim-chee woman, wokkin' up some meat,
Kim-chee woman, it's spicy, not discreet.
Kim-chee woman,
I'll never leave you; you feed my tooth
With sweet and sour treats, that's the truth.
Burp me.
Kim-chee woman, from the garden seize,
Kim-chee woman, radish and cabbage, please.
Kim-chee woman,
You serve for lunch barbecued beef
That is bone-free, cabbage-leafed--
Yeow!
Kim-chee woman, wok with style,
Kim-chee woman, slop a pile. . .
Kim-chee--whoa! that isn't mild--for me.
Kim-chee woman, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kim-chee woman, cook my way.
Kim-chee woman, lay soju on me.
'cause I need some to get me tight,
Before I'm tastin' this pile tonight.
Kim-chee woman, don't wok dog thigh,
Kim-chee woman, with dairy--fie!
Kim-chee woman, don't wok this way, hey. OK?!
It ain't Korean-Kosher. Oy vey!
I guess I'll go on home, I ate.
Tomorrow, you'll put on my plate?
It starts with "C,"
Then goes A-B-B-A-G,
And, the final letter's "E."
Seoul soul, kim-chee woman.
sung to roy orbinson's pretty woman. |
LMAO :haha: |
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| RapidFire |
Finger Eleven - Slow Chemical
The wonder of the world is gone, I know for sure
All the wonder that I want I've found in her
As the hole becomes a part I strike to burn,
And no flame returns
Every intuition fails to find its way,
One more table turned around and back again
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around,
When she's not around, I feel it coming down
Give me what I could never ask for,
Connect me and you could be my chemical now
Give me the drug you know I'm after,
Connect me and you could be my chemical
When everybody wants you (the chemical goes slow)
When everybody wants you (my chemical goes so slow)
When everybody wants you (so slow)
When everybody wants your soul
Give me what I could never ask for,
Connect me and you could be my chemical now
Give me the drug you know I'm after,
Connect me and you could be the chemical
You could be the chemical |
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| DuBam |
| quote: | Originally posted by chach
Bloodhound Gang-
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Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
The morn' that I was born
my old man beat up the doctor.
He clocked the doctor
cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca
The doctor said sir you're misled sir
which infers you mistook me
I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a Wookiee
What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He looks like Chewy Baba Booey Babba Booey
and a Hong Kong Phooey all in one
To put it mild your newborn child's nutty fu-fu lookin'
I'd shove him back in the oven until he is done cookin'
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Cause my 15-year old cousin has less acne
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
Cause you've got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
Cause you're white but got a nose like Bill Cosby
Cause ya wore velour flares until the late Eighties
Couse you run like a girl and you sit down to pee
Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
You took your mom to the prom but got lucky
Always pickin' and rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali
I got a schnoz like the 'Cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you
So back me up Bill
Yea, and you're ugly too
So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese?
Or wear a fish net shirt by Charms with my Sergio Valenti jeans?
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie.
You compare me to a Monchichi but I don't understand
Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed like the Elephant Man
And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a hearse
About as popular with the girls as Englebert Humperdinck
And that might be cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink
I know I'm known as Polaroid
I'm not a total retard
It's cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged
Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased
And he breaks into the Professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the Skipper's brains then beats Ginger with coconuts
As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside of their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan
they should have let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go beserk if you don't stop teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
Cause no one likes you monkey boy. |
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| elFreak |
this one is better
Yea well I sing like an amputee though
Why?
Cause can't hold a note can't cary a tune
Knock knock Mr. Rogers it's Mr. McFeelie
I've brought you a letter speedy delivery
Well Mr. McFeelie if there's postage due
You can go yourself like Captain Kangaroo
I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend
But in the end I still have no friends
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do
Mr. Rogers I like your cardigan sweater
Mr. McFeelie shut up and give me my letter
I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?
Why are you inside my house you're just my in' mailman?
I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend
But in the end I still have no friends
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do
You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend
But in the end you still have no friends
You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend
But in the end you still have no friends
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do
You are my best friend too
I share the same views and hardly ever argue
Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
And rock out to old school Duran Duran
Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too
I share the same views and hardly ever argue
Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
And rock out to old school Duran Duran
Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too
I share the same views and hardly ever argue
Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
And rock out to old school Duran Duran. |
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