A little old lady got mutilated late last night...
A little old lady got mutilated late last night...
Measure once, cut twice. Practice makes perfect.
Perhaps not my favorite... but used to piss my neighbours off...
Fuck This
And Fuck That
Fuck em, all the fuckers, fucken brats.
I'm not a protein stain
I'm not a semen discharge.
(The Sex Pistols)
(Best enjoyed with a motorcycle parked in the lounge, plentiful recreational chemicals, and some pretty girls with spiky haircuts, safety pins thru their noses, short kilts and no panties)
At least thats how I remember it.
David must play fair with the other kids, even the idiots.
right about now
the funk so brother
Possibly been posted before, but it always cracks me up, probably because it's what I often want to say to blow hards!!:
So fucking what!
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
Well, I've fucked the queen, I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what
And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
And I've drunk that, I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
I've had skag, I've had speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
A-hahaha!
Yeah!
I've had crabs, I've had lice
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what, so what
I've fucked this, I've fucked that
I've even fucked a school girl's twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
So fucking what!
Yeah
Aahhhhh Ooooooooo....
RIP- Warren Zevon
These aren't necessarly my all time fav lyrics but IMHO they're damn cool and just a little topical (for me) at the mo. You migh have heard them on a TV add but this song was nominated for a Silver Scroll so I'm not the only one who thinks they're okay. From a man who shares his name with a rather handy post classic racer:
It might be nice to smash the state, but its getting late
and mostly I'm just working for the man.
It might be good to tell the boss that I don't give a toss
and to stick his lame ass job
but I'm not sure that I can.
(Montieths anyone?)
The universe is mostly fine with me
It seems to be the only place to be
Wake up from you beautiful haze
Rise up smash your beautiful chains
Climb out of your beautiful maze
Rise up, rise up
Climb down from your beautiful tower
You know you won't make beautiful remains
All that's left is a beautiful hour
And it's ours, ours
I sit here listening in 5.1
When the day is done
I look around at everything and it's all good
I nailed my edict to the lunchroom door
'make love not war'
They say just do it - I just did and it seems I really could
I'm just a puny guy on a blue green ball
Got no problem with that at all.
No to get back to my ol' skool roots(you can take the boy out of the Hutt.....)
J.Hetfield, L. Ulrich, D. Mustaine
TimeThis line should actaully be war but the gentlemen listed above were against that sort of thing at the time
Has taken it's toll on you
The lines that crack your face.
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place.
Pestilence
For what you have to endure
And what you have put others through.
Death
Deliverance for you for sure
(Now) there's nothing you can do.
These are the one I actually care to type
But.....
Who are you to wave your finger you must of been out of your head
Eye holes deep in muddy water you practcally raised the dead.
You must have been high!
Bling for the fans who identify the last ones Artist, song and album please!
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are.
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