"Well, I crippled your heart a hundred times And still can't work out why You see, I've got this disease I can't shake And I'm just rattling through life Well, this is how we do things now Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared So I cut out all the good stuff Yeah, I cut off my foot to spite my leg Well, is that you in front of me? Coming back for even more of exactly the same You must be a masochist to love a modern leper On his last leg."
Post by billypilgrim on Jan 31, 2010 17:30:38 GMT -5
Everybody knows that you love me baby, Everybody knows that you really do, Everybody knows that you've been faithful, Oh, give or take a time or two, Everybody knows that you've been discreet, But there were so many people you just had to meet, Without your clothes, And everybody knows.
Post by FuzzyWarbles on Feb 3, 2010 23:11:28 GMT -5
...and Ke$ha Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out Or the police shut us down, down
Post by jade~natasha on Feb 16, 2010 16:10:36 GMT -5
Sit tight I know what you are mad bright but you aint no star polish up til you make it gleam your M.O, I know what you mean Tail ridin' and I know it's true while they screamin' I love you Down deep you know there aint no flow a soul decay, was D.O.A
I know what you here for now Words out you're an idea whore though, now don't you crush on me I'll see you in your pipe dreams whether or not you know it's true You're who they dictate to That shit must hurt real bad fakin' what you wish you had
Post by Trip McNeely on Feb 23, 2010 10:03:48 GMT -5
I'll tell you about the Driver who lives inside my head Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk And fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
Keeps my eyes open for most of the day Adds to my memories the things that people say When he makes decisions I don't have to wait But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plate
Like this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirt That looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt I'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the next And hoping when I get there I'll be better dressed.