Favorite lyrics

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention
Cause that's just ridiculous...ly odd.
Well, she sure is going to get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now
The walls line the bullet holesHave some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrongHave some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrongGive me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
(Give me a break)Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrongHave some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrongCome on this is screaming "Photo op." op...
Come on
Come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming "Photo op."Boys will be boys, baby
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys, baby
Boys will be boysGive me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreamsTime To Dance - Panic! At The Disco

You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a Molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
[...]
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

Replying to #22

Against Me, rad. Have you heard of Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains? They're a folk punk group that reminds me a lot of Against Me's early stuff.You should check out their "Love Songs for the Apocalypse" Split. It's damn good.At any rate, some of my favorite lyrics:Cloud Cult - Story of the Grandson of JesusToday is a good day
To flex the muscles of the weary
A Miracle's a miracle
Even when it's ordinary
We will walk on the water
Even though it seems scary
If someone will show us the wayI shook hands with the man
Who honestly thinks he's
The grandson of Jesus
With a penchant for pinchies
He served us communion
Of cola and twinkies
I guess everyone has their own viewHe stood on his soapbox
And told us a parable
Of a man with eye-glasses
So small they're unwearable
And the moral of the story
is that all looks terrible
Depending on what you look through
What you look throughHe said, "Do unto yourself
As you do unto your neighbor
It's not an eye for an eye
It's a favor for a favor
"And it's okay if this world
Had a billion saviors
'Cause there's so many things to be saved"Take my words with a boulder of salt
Or blame it on your devil
Always the scape-goat's fault
We all point fingers when it comes to a halt
Will somebody show us the way?
Show us the way"

OH i forgot 'bout this song....Icky Thump By The White Stripes
IIIIIIEEEEEEEicky thump
who'da thunk?
sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico.ahh well
what a chump
well my head got a bump
when I hit it on the radio.redhead senorita
looking dead
came and said
"Need a bed?"
en Español.I said
"Gimme a drink a water
I'm gonna 'sing around the collar
and I don't need a microphone."icky thump
with a lump in my throat
grabbed my coat
and now it's reckon
I was ready to go!and I swear
besides the head
she had one white eye,
one blank stare
lookin' up
lyin' there.on the stand
near her hand
was a candy cane
black rum, sugar cane,
dry ice (and) something strange.la la la la la la la
la la la la la la lawhite Americans, what?
nothing better to do?
why don't you kick yourself out
you're an immigrant too.who's using who? what should we do?
well, you can't be a pimp
and a prostitute too.icky thump
handcuffed to a bunk
robbed blind
looked around
and there was nobody else.left alone
i hit myself with a stone
went home and learned how
to clean up after myself.

Close your eyes, dry your tears.
And if nothing seems clear,
You'll be safe here.
From the shear weight of your doubts and fears.
Weary heart,
You'll be safe here.

"Drink Up... Shoot In
Let the Beatings Begin.
Distributor of Pain,
Your Loss Becomes My Gain!"- Harvester of Sorrow by Metallica ;D

I'm the only one that papa allowed to hang out in my room
With the door closed we'd be alone
And mama never freaked out when she heard it go boom
'Cause she knew we were in the zoneradio - beyonce

"You want apologies, girl you might hold your breath, until your breathing stops forever, forever"
"The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips, I hope they taste of me, forever, forever"Chicago was So Two Years Ago, Fall Out Boy

White Americans, what?
Nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out,
you're an immigrant too.Who's using who? What should we do?
Well, you can't be a pimp
and a prostitute too.

Take a sad song and make it better

Guzzle down
my neck will burn
and as we kiss
and I'm sick in your mouth
I know you want more
Lick my open wounds
and add some ice
and choke on my sick vice
Oh God, the lights are on.Galaxy of the lost by Lightspeed champion

Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
- Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne

Speeding Cars - Imogen HeapThere There Baby it's just text book stuff
It's in the A B C of growin' up
Now Now Darlin' Oh kill yourself
'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you, yeah

"Like the smallest bee packs a sting. Like a pawn checkmates a king. We'll attack at the crack of dawn."
Red Flag-Billy Talent

Ma-ia-hii Ma-ia-huu Ma-ia-hoo Ma-ia-haha
Ma-ia-hii Ma-ia-huu Ma-ia-hoo Ma-ia-haha
Ma-ia-hii Ma-ia-huu Ma-ia-hoo Ma-ia-haha
Ma-ia-hii Ma-ia-huu Ma-ia-hoo Ma-ia-haha
Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea
Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic
Vrei sa pleci dar numa, numa iei Numa, numa iei, numa, numa, numa iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tai
Vrei sa pleci dar numa, numa iei Numa, numa iei, numa, numa, numa iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tai
Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum
Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea
Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic
Vrei sa pleci dar numa, numa iei Numa, numa iei, numa, numa, numa iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tai
Vrei sa pleci dar numa, numa iei Numa, numa iei, numa, numa, numa iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din teiMi-amintesc de ochii tai

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainI rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stankPleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name,
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeahI watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached BombayPleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

These are my favorite lyrics because this song is so terribleI'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder 'cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bag??????????????????

Whoa, Oh! SunnyD and Rum, Yum, Yum! Its a flavor I just thought ofWhoa, Oh! SunnyD and Rum, Yum, Yum! Its so good I can’t get enough, ohh, ohhhWhoa, Oh! SunnyD and Rum, Yum, Yum! I’ll think I’ll run and get me some moreSunnyD and Rum, Yum, Yum! Its so good I can’t get enough, woah ohhhOh! SunnyD and Rum, Yum, Yum! I’ll think I’ll run and get me someWhoa, SunnyD and Rum, Yum, Yum! I’ll think I’ll just drink me someYum.

"Boku wa boku no koto ga shiritai"
-Hemisphere, RahXephon opening

"Do nine men interpret? Nine men, I nod"
- Bob, Weird Al