Lyrics Thread

[StarFoxDisciple]

It seems like lots of people are posting a bunch of lyrics so here is a thread where you can post any lyrics that you may like or happen to find interesting.


Cryptopsy - Pathological Frolic

Who is this Geoffrey?
All I see is this cold cadaver
Why is this Geoffrey
lying in puddles of pus on a gurney?
Tell me of this Geoffrey,
this boy with a noose around his neck;
More about Geoffrey:
why is he wearing his mother's bra?

How old was Geoffrey?
At a guess, I'd say
about twelve or thirteen;
He died accidentally
from auto-erotic asphyxiation;
He'd been masturbating...
our little stiff still has one on
and it's been one week!

The resurrection men
took their sweet time
Cross-dressed fruit:
what a way to die!
Now he's ours:
the apple of our eve;

Fetch the dead sphincter:
cold green meat
How did his ass taste?
Tender and sweet...

And then we fucked it...

[BugenhagenXIII]

Metallica - Low Man's Lyric

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Theres a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain

I fall cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me

My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken, to match my face

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you (yeah)
Of what is done and to do (yeah)
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins


Metallica - Fade to Black
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but its to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

Rush - Red Barchetta

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

[Coren]

Respect-Pink (not the same as Arethra Franklins')

1-2-3-4
I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face
pick up lines like 'whats your sign?' won't get you anyplace
When me and all my girls go walkin' down the street
it seems we can't go anywhere without a car that goes 'beep-beep'

Cuz this body is a priceless peice, of loving unconditionally, yes
So mr. Bigshot who you think you are?
You was thinkin you gonna get it for free

Hey ladies (yeah) well I know it ain't easy R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Let's come together
Hey sistas (Yeah) it's time to be greedy, nothin good comes for free.

Mirror mirror on the wall, Damn I sure look fine
I can't blame those horny boys
I would make me mine
When I pass you in a club 'ooh la la' you gasp
Back up boy I ain't your toy
or your peice of ass

Cuz this body is a priceless peice, of loving unconditionally, yes
So mr. Bigshot who you think you are?
You was thinkin you gonna get it for free

No Jealousy, no envy girls
come on let's work it out
No freebies in the limousine
that's not what it's about

Let him know there's work to do
Give it up he won't call you
Respect is just a minimum
Go on girl and get you some

1-2-3-4

Hey ladies (yeah) well I know it ain't easy R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Let's come together
Hey sistas (Yeah) it's time to be greedy, nothin good comes for free.

Come on girls let's work it out
Let's show 'em what it's all about
Let's come together
Let's come together
Let's come together
Let's come together

You gotta let 'em know
That it ain't easy street, no

[BugenhagenXIII]

The Offspring - Beheaded
Mommy doesn't have her head anymore
Keep it underneath my bed on the floor
That's alright though
That's ok
She never really used her head anyway

Daddy called me a silly bore
Bet he wont say that anymore
Because the way his body's severed in two
His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use

Beheaded
Watch you spurt like a garden hose
Beheaded
Bloody mess all over my clothes

Watch my girlfriend come to the door
Chop off her head, she falls to the floor
Watching my baby's jugular flow
Really makes my motor go

Wrap a towel around the bloody stump
Take my baby's body to the city dump
Then wipe the mess off the bloody axe
Scoop all the heads in my burlap sack

Beheaded
Watch you spurt like a garden hose
Beheaded
Bloody mess all over my clothes

All my collection
Adorns my rooms on bamboo poles
Used to be a little
But a little got more and more
Now I'm craving yours

Night brings bad dreams
Bad dreams and guillotines

Off with her head

Find another victim for my machine
Put him in a homemade guillotine
Blade falls, gonna need a casket
Watch the head plop in a wicker basket

Leave the house at a quarter to four
Come back with sixteen or more
Cause the more I want, the more I see
Got a funny feeling coming over me





Jimmie's Chicken Shack - "Do Right"
won't make the bed up straight
i always stay out late
i never take you out
ask what you're all about
i always smell like smoke
everything's just a joke
i never look at you
when you come hear me sing

these are not all of me
many simple things
you can find wrong with me
once will you tell me please

what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right


what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right

i'll never talk to you
be who you want me to
my music's way too loud
my friends are all so proud
say i'm just wasting hope
i could not thread the rope
more than my pocket's broke
and you don't see a ring

these are not all of me
infintestimal things
you can find wrong with me
once would you tell me please

what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right

what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right

never wanted to play in this game
yes, you're right
but losing the game doesn't mean
that we're losing the fight

what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right
what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right
what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right
what do i do, what do i do
what do i do, what do i do right

what do i do right
what do i do

won't make the bed up straight
i always stay out, great
but what do i do
what do i do that is
what do i do
what do i do that is right
what do i do that is right
what do i do that is right

[FingerTapper]

Identity Crisis by THRICE!!!!

Image marred by self-infliction
Private wars on my soul waged
Heart is scarred by dual volition
Juxtaposed and both engaged
Kindle flame
A test of faith
Pray hope me see it through
I put all my trust in you
Refine hate and love
Fall afresh on me
End this crisis of identity
Draw this darkness out like poison
Stab retrieve again decline
Help me drive the dagger deeper
Trace with me explicit line
Take this blade
A test of faith
And strike me deep and true
I put all my trust in you
This is my voice
All shadows stayed
This is my heart
Upon the alter laid
Please take all else away
Hear my cry
I beg I plead I pray
I walk into the flame
A calculated risk to further bless your name
So strike me deep and true
And in your strength
I will live and die both unto you

[Holly]

Molotov - Pocas Palabras

Pocas palabras para tu gente
no hay mucho que decir tu problema es urgente
sigues pensando que estas en la cima
a toda tu raza ya la tienes encima
sales a la calle en tu carro del año
y copas sin hielo para no pasarte daño
pasas la vida sonriendo como un perro
pagando a tu cama por ser tatulero
malejas grillejas te tiras a matar
tu y tu madre y eso hombre se la van a pelar
ya no te escucho necesito que grites
poco a poquito para que no te derrites

Pocas palabras si me quieres humillar
pocas palabras si me quieres escupir
pocas palabras hay para hacerte enojar
pocas palabras

Tu antes gozabas de fama y riqueza
ahora buscas chamba por la marqueza
sereno moreno quieto aprieto
te digo las cosas te pones violento
no vallas a llorar por lo que te digo
no vallas a pensar que eres mi enemigo
estas son de las cosas que todos sabemos
si nos queda el saco nos lo ponemos
se acaba mi verso mira que ha ocurrido
se acaba el milenio mi querido amigo
no sigas peleando porfavor no me grites
por mas que lo intentes no puedo oirte

Pocas palabras si me quieres humillar
pocas palabras si me quieres escupir
pocas palabras hay para hacerte enojar
pocas palabras muy pocas palabras
pocas palabras si me quieres humillar
pocas palabras si me quieres escupir
pocas palabras hay para hacerte enojar
pocas palabras muy pocas palabras

Presumes tus viejas con toda la gente
pa mi que es mentira y eres impotente
estas añejado pasado de moda
pareces el cliter en esa señora
esa señora te chinga y te chinga
si no la obedeces te va a cortar la pinga
a mi me da risa tambien me da tristeza
que estes viviendo en la pendeja

Pocas palabras si me quieres humillar
pocas palabras si me quieres escupir
pocas palabras hay para hacerte enojar
pocas palabras muy pocas palabras
pocas palabras si me quieres humillar
pocas palabras si me quieres escupir
pocas palabras hay para hacerte enojar
pocas palabras muy pocas palabras
(palabras palabras palabras palabras)

[zephyr]

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Apache Rose Peacock

Sittin' on a sack of beans
Sittin' down in New Orleans
You wouldn't believe what I've seen
Sitting on that sack of beans

Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
People on the street just kickin' to the licks

Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee [MI.]
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans

Oh good brother just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw

I saw a bird walkin down the block
Name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock

[repeat MI.]

A little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy

So I found her in the quarter
Good God how I adored her
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey

I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I'll take you with me girl anywhere [MII]
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I liked better

Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin' down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard

Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters

[repeat MII]

Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it

Chicken strut your butt let's rock
Gettin' it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl's insane but it's all right

[repeat MI.]

[FingerTapper]

A Subtle Dagger

it infiltrates, insidious.
it feints at love,
betrays our trust in
what we've known since we were born.
the truth we've found in all we see
points to design,
still our chests swell.
we'll never find
true answers from a wishing well.
so feed us another lie,
to still our thoughts,
appease our pride,
so we won't have to
change the way we see,
we live, we love, we die.
our lusts precede
our blasphemy.
our logic reads
like notes from a tainted autopsy.
our souls they speak of something more,
but we can't look beyond ourselves.
we implore empty skies because our hearts hold room for no one else.
we extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost,
casualties of a subtle dagger,
buried to the hilt in our heart,
blood on our hands.

that was also by Thrice

R.A.T.M
Wake Up
Come on!
Uggh!
Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!

Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot (5 times)
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: 'Black nationalism'
'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
'And neutralise them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Spoken: "How long? Not long, 'cause
what you reap is what you sow."