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I love that song apesy, I'm going to put it on now
 I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:20:44
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They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.
Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.
the room smelled like cupids gym
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Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:24:01
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You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
Can't you hear me, I'm bleeding on the wall?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
Can't you hear me when I'm calling out your name?
When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm beating on your wall?
Cant you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
the room smelled like cupids gym
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Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:38:35
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I lied I love you
The screw that nailed the final whore
It comes as simple as a T.V. plot
But not
Before they killed the villian off
I lied I love you
I'm buying everything I've sold
And taught
Like angels dipping into sin and love
'Cos you're the queen and I'm the king
Dark is the moonlight
That hangs around your eyes
I see your light
I need your light
To keep me blinded
I don't care whats going on
I lied I love you
To start the party with a bang
But it's
Exploded in my about face of yours
The cup of love you must have laced tighter with your heart strings
And how the cliche stings
I see your light
I need your light
To keep me blinded
I don't care whats going on
How can I be sure
How can I be sure
Love the only war
Love the only law
Keep me seeing red
Make me understand
I couldn't put it down
Burns off
It's bigger than the moonlight
That crowds around your eyes
I see your light
I need your light
To keep me blinded
I don't care whats going on.
the room smelled like cupids gym
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Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:44:19
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I'm crazy flowing over with ideas
A thousand ways to woo a lover so sincere
Love & hate, what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers up & down my spine
For every Casanova that appears
My sense of hesitation disappears
Love & hate, what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers up & down my spine
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Oh, you really still expect me to believe
Every single letter I receive
Sorry you, what a shameful situation
Sending shivers up & down my spine
Ooh, I like to read a murder mystery
I like to know the killer, is it me?
Love & hate, what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers, make me quiver
Feel it sliver up & down my spine
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you...
I love to hate you
the room smelled like cupids gym
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Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:49:30
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Ok, last one I promise, I have a black country feast of faggots chips and mushy peas awaiting me
*rubs tummy*
I just had a whole heap of lyrics to share....
Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
"Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet,"
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather."
"Well, some joker didn't cure it."
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.
"I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change.
The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you."
"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.
He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.
A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.
"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor."
The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
there was no need to call one.
the room smelled like cupids gym
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Posted - 08/29/2004 : 16:41:17
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If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?
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Posted - 12/07/2004 : 07:32:48
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I just heard a great one, so I thought I'd resurrect this:
"When he drools, it's like he's spitting jewels"
Kristin Hersh - Some Catch Flies
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= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
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Posted - 12/23/2004 : 12:17:45
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Evil by Interpol
Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
Coming with me
Through the aging, the fear and the strife
It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that holds you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Write, we'll take you places
Yeah maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them how your pleasure's set up on slow-release
Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive to faith not
Denial
But hey whose on trial?
It took a life spent
With no cellmate
The long way back
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
He speaks about travel
Yeah, we think about the land
We smile like all people
Feeling real tan
I can take you places
Do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces
Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van
Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive to faith not
Denial
But hey whose on trial?
It took a life spent
With no cellmate
Find a long way back
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me nightly
Yeah you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shutters pass in the night?
Rosemary
Oh heaven restores you in life
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate
The long way back
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, semi-erotic
You need someone to take you there
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?
Help me! He keeps making me post!
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Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:37:35
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I used to see you every day
used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
i danced to all your fucking soul
i left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand my down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutiliating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show
I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
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Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:41:49
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This she did in public for us to see
She came in here too drunk to do the show
Between the trains and cars
Broken glass and lost hubcaps, images of a gun
Row house row house pass through
Let the city rise up to fill the screen
Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs
With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip
The girl started out in red patent leather
Very I’m in a band with knee pads
We watch her fall over and lay down,
Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers
Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up
Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I’ll see you, see you
See you on the highway
Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image
Poised, yet totally screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, step right up
None of us know, where we're trying to get to
What sort of live where we trying to build
Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I’ve ever been to
I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in
Where are you now?
When your broken eyes are closed
Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats
Borrowed and never returned
Emotions, books, outlooks on life
Hello 20 15!
Hello, 20, 15!
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Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:41:50
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Hmm, tre.
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Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:43:22
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The prior one was the Kings of Leon, song called soft from the second album. My housemate started playing youth and young manhood today and then the old thread popped up so I thought I post a lyric
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= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
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Posted - 01/10/2005 : 15:27:32
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Hayatatatacha!
Kick! Punch! It's all in the mind
If you wanna test me, I'm sure you'll find
The things I'll teach ya is sure to beat ya
But nevertheless you'll get a lesson from teacher
Kick, Punch, Chop - Block
Once more now
Kick, Punch, Chop - Block
Don't get cocky, it's gonna get rocky
We gonna move down to the next ya jockey now
Duck, Jump, Turn - Pose
Listen carefully
Jump, Pose, Duck - And turn
Hm, yeah I see you're gettin' better
Kick to the limit in order to get her now
Kick, punch, Chop, block, Chop, kick, Punch, block
It's gonna get harder now
Duck and jump, Turn and pose, Duck and turn, Jump and punch
Come on now, why don'tcha follow my words
Because we're almost done, I'll make it easy at first
I wanna see if you wanna see what it takes
To be the man with the master plan
Are you the man now?
Kick, punch, block
Chop, kick, block
Block, turn, and kick it
Block, duck, punch
Duck, duck, turn
Jump, kick, chop
Punch, punch, punch
Hatatatacha! That's it for today.
Good job, Parappa, you can go on to the next stage.
"All music if folk music. I ain't never heard no horse sing a song."
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Posted - 01/11/2005 : 07:56:12
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Come out with your hands on your head
Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo,
Put the rap album down,
Leave MC Hammer alone,
Turn it off.
Look, guns don’t kill people rappers do,
Ask any politician and they'll tell you its true,
It’s a fact music makes you violent,
Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent,
You don’t believe me, Here's my hype,
Offer me the record and I’ll show you the type ,
of criminal this rap shit is breeding,
It’s the fact that Mc Hammer left me bleeding,
Vanilla Ice made my mother say fuck,
If I stuck by UB40 then I would 'a be in luck,
But I didn’t I got it wrong,
Cypress fucking Hill told me to make a fucking bong,
Well, I started. I bought another tape,
The Power by Snap made cock and balls ache,
So remember kids, to the head double tap,
Guns don’t kill people, it's just raP.
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
(sound 'a the police woo woo woo)
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
I seen it on in documentary on BBC 2,
Shot to death outside hyper value,
Guns blazing, like Michael Caine in Zulu,
Government statistics are sometimes misleading,
The type of criminal rap is breeding,
Shot in the chest, No-wonder you stopped breathing,
2-4 to base, over. are you receiving?
Remember rap tracks in '87? Scot the Rock's up in hip-hop heaven,
Biggie and 2pac R.I.P, Even Jam Master J's in the cemetery.
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
(sounda the police, woo woo woo)
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
I'm a fucking rapper and I might kill you,
As a rapper I'm teaching you a lesson,
AK-47, To Smith-and-Wesson,
Just say 'no', Just like Zammo,
Bullet-proof vest, To guns and ammo,
Hip hop gangster trippin',
Even Eminem's into pistol whippin',
S’like Cluedo, murder one,
P-Diddy J-Lo in a nightclub with a gun,
Heard Snoop Dogg now wants to bust a cap,
Guns don’t kill people, it's just rap,
1-2, Your face, my shoe,
My name’s Mike Balls and I'm coming through,
Gun-crime, stabbing and burgalarisation,
It's on the rise all across the nation,
The safety’s off and the pistol's aimed,
The yardies and the mafia always get blamed,
Politicans ashamed, and they haven’t got a clue,
Rap is more deadly than fucking Kung-Fu,
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
(sounda the police, woo woo woo)
Guns don’t kill people, rappers do,
From Bristol zoo, to B&Q,
I wanna rap, I wanna rhyme,
Heard it in a song now I’m into gun crime,
It’s a sign of the times, like Prince changing his name,
Got to have a shooter to be in the rap game,
Like Micheal Ryan, about to snap,
Guns don’t kill people, it's just rap.
Guns don’t kill people,
Rappers do,
(sounda the police, woo woo woo)
Guns, Rappers, Guns, Rappers,
Guns, Rappers, Guns.
I, I love you Mum, I love you Dad,
BANG!
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because I'm a girl obsessed......
Can you stay here next to me?
We'll just keep drivin'
Because of you I see a light
The Buick's a Century, a '73 like you
Some strange religion
I get my hands on some money momma, and a shot in the night
Stared down the past and just scarred my eyes
Now I know there's no easy ride
She's been the kind who would take it in stride
Some jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Did they know they were walking on holy ground?
Almost called it a day so many times
Didn't know what it felt like to be alive
'Til you been a friend to me, like nobody else could be
Keep my hands on the wheel now momma
Gonna honestly try
She looked past the scars and the burned out eyes
You could see I'm no easy ride
She's just the kind who might get you to buy
Some strange religion
This jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Shoulda known they were walking on holy ground
This life might eventually just be the end of me, will I still be with you
Get in next to me, just keep driving
Cause of you I been alive
And this Buick's a Century, '73 like you
Some strange religion
The Buick's a Century, '73 like you
Some strange religion
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Iceland
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Posted - 01/11/2005 : 08:50:09
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I think thats my favourite on the album. When he did it live he got the girl to sing it. I don't know if I liked it or not...
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
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Posted - 01/11/2005 : 09:07:52
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I found out two damned days too late that he played sheffield. gutted.
(my favourite changes day today, today it's a toss up between wedding dress and methamphetamine blues)
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 01/11/2005 : 10:12:02
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I have a feeling that when you, Surfer and I have this drinking session, this band is all you are gonna talk about.
Anyway, here are some non-MLB lyrics.
Step right up, step right up, step right up,
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar, one-tenth of a dollar, we got service after sales
You need perfume? we got perfume, how 'bout an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady, something for the little lady,
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale
And a smoke-damaged furniture, you can drive it away today
Act now, act now, and receive as our gift, our gift to you
They come in all colors, one size fits all
No muss, no fuss, no spills, you're tired of kitchen drudgery
Everything must go, going out of business, going out of business
Going out of business sale
Fifty percent off original retail price, skip the middle man
Don't settle for less
How do we do it? how do we do it? volume, volume, turn up the volume
Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate
Don't be caught with your drawers down,
Don't be caught with your drawers down
You can step right up, step right up
That's right, it filets, it chops, it dices, slices,
Never stops, lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn
And it mows your lawn and it picks up the kids from school
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair, it gets rid of embarrassing age spots,
It delivers a pizza, and it lengthens, and it strengthens
And it finds that slipper that's been at large
under the chaise lounge for several weeks
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master,
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up, it's only a dollar, step right up
'Cause it forges your signature
If not completely satisfied, mail back unused portion of product
For complete refund of price of purchase
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery, don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
Swim in it, sleep in it,
Live in it, swim in it, laugh in it, love in it
Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets, that's right
And it entertains visiting relatives, it turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts, change your life, change your life
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife,
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack, see you later alligator
See you later alligator
And it steals your car
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
It's a friend, and it's a companion,
And it's the only product you will ever need
Follow these easy assembly instructions it never needs ironing
Well it takes weights off hips, bust, thighs, chin, midriff,
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job, it is a job
And it strips the phone company free take ten for five exchange,
And it gives you denture breath
And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
Well it takes care of business, never needs winding,
Never needs winding, never needs winding
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis,
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy,
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective, it creates household odors,
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection, it wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?
It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation, no salesman will visit your home
We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot, prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed
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Step right up, step right up, step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth, and the small print taketh away
Step right up, you can step right up, you can step right up
C'mon step right up
(Get away from me kid, you bother me...)
Step right up, step right up, step right up, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Step right up, you can step right up, c'mon and step right up,
C'mon and step right up
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 01/13/2005 : 03:51:43
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Not lyrics, just poetry.
Shy of the gatepost
we turned for the stars
Leapfrogged transgressions
over Saturn and Mars
Trapped all our worries
laughed them asleep
Poured false conversation
down drains in the street
Climb the sterile biscuit moon!
Inflate the carnival balloon!
Remember when we'd just begun?
Remember when we rode the sun?
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate |
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 01/13/2005 : 16:18:40
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Keys cut, three for the price of one
Nothing’s free but guaranteed for a lifetime’s use
I’ve changed the locks
And you can’t have one
You, you know the other two
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey love, look into your glovebox heart
What is there for me inside? this love is tired
I’ve changed the locks. have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take
You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline
Just fuck me kitten
You are wild and I’m in your possesion
Nothing’s free so, fuck me kitten
I’m in your possesion
So, fuck me kitten
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 01/14/2005 : 13:30:37
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Since Yesterday
Just close your eyes and then remember
The thoughts you've locked away
When tomorrow comes you'll wish
You had today
And as we sit here alone
Looking for a reason to go on
It's so clear that all we have now
Are our thoughts of yesterday
If you're still there when it's all over
I'm scared I'll have to say
That a part of you has gone
Since yesterday
And as we sit here alone
Looking for a reason to go on
It's so clear that all we have now
Are our thoughts of yesterday
Well, maybe this could be the ending
with nothing left of you
A hundred wishes couldn't say
I don't want to
And as we sit here alone
Looking for a reason to go on
It's so clear that all we have now
Are our thoughts of yesterday
It's so clear that all we have now
Are thoughts of yesterday
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 03/16/2005 : 11:12:58
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Welcome to your new job,
hope you have a wonderful first day
We are so happy to have you join the team,
you are so lucky on your first day
And they say
This is the job that people die for,
i hope you're ready for the next stage
A lot of people work in the same place,
don't let them get in your way
Dinner time you go to the cantine,
you make a new friend at the dinner break
You like to talk when you're eating,
but today you listen to him
And he says like it or not,
you have to do what they say
And it is something that you would like to talk about,
but it's only your first day
And they say
This is the job that people die for,
i hope you're ready for the next stage
Alot of people work in the same place,
don't let them get in your way
And they say faster faster
It's time to take you to the next stage,
but it's only your first day
And you're not ready for the next stage
And they say faster faster
It's time to take you to the next stage, and it is something that you would like to talk about
But it's only your first day(first day),
you are so lucky on your first day (first day)
You feel so happy on your first day (fisrt day),
you are so lucky on your first day (first day)
This is the job that people die for,
i hope you're ready for the next stage
A lot of people work in the same place,
don't let them get in your way
Welcome to your new job (first day),
hope you have a wonderful first day (first day)
We are so happy to have you join the team (first day),
you are so lucky on your first day (first day)
Lucky lucky lucky on your first day (people die for people die for) [x4]
Hansel and Gretel have formed a band, .....And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Breadcrumbs!!!
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