Lyrics that say a lot about you.

Many years ago I heard a track that seemed to describe my attitude almost exactly , do any of you folks have a tune that you relate to heavily??

Guilty - Alice Cooper

Just tried to have fun raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far

It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty

Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty

I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty

My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am

I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore by The Smiths

Park the car at the side of the road
you should know
time's tide will smother you
and I will too
when you laugh about people who feel so
very lonely
their only desire is to die
well I'm afraid
it doesn't make me smile
I wish I could laugh
but that joke isn't funny anymore
it's too close to home
and it's too near the bone
it's too close to home
and it's too near the bone
more than you'll ever know

It was dark as I drove the point home
and on cold leather seats
well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
face after all

I've seen this happen in other people's
lives
and now it's happening in mine

hey what an interesting idea...thats a cool pic of alice cooper too. hmm quite a few similarities between marilyn manson's image and his eh?

MECHANICAL ANIMALS
We were neurophobic and perfect
the day that we lost our souls
machines that wished they were human
If they cry they will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god

I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But they'll never be good for you
Or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all

You were my mechanical bride
You were phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god

I am never gonna be the one for you (chorus repeat)

This isn't me I'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy playing the suicide king



not just a random song..i liked this one so much i got the mechanical animals suicide king tattooed on my chest hehe :)


Omega concludes that his emotions are geniune, based on his humanity rather than some kind of preprogrammed response used to control him. But at the same time he sees a risk of self-destruction inherent in his feelings. The "suicide king" refers to the King of Hearts in most decks of playing cards. This is equivalent to the tarot card King of Cups. The King of Cups is associated with the possibility that love or potential love is distracting one from one's work (from Omega's perspective), people who are antagonistic toward others due to their own insecurity (possibly Omega again) and the idea that although someone seems distant they may still be a viable romantic interest (Omega seen from Coma White's perspective.)http://www.angelsofdisruption.com/arcane/MAEssay.html

Gimme Back My Bullets
(Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)

Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you

(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets

Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back... where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way

(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
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http://www.skynyrd.com/knight.html

Simple Man
(Gary Rossington - Ronnie VanZant)

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will some and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

(Chorus)

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

(Chorus)

if you never heard skynyrd
your missing alot
peace

BRAND NEW LYRICS

"Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Present Tense by Pearl Jam
Written by: Vedder, Mc Cready

Do you see the way that tree bends?
Does it inspire?
Leaning out to catch the sun's rays,
A lesson to be applied,
Are you getting something out of this all-encompassing trip?

You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh,
Or you can come to terms and realize,
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh,
Makes much more sense,
To live in the present tense,

Have you ideas on how this life ends?
Checked your hands and studied the lines?
Have you to believe that the road ascends off into the light?

Seems to me it's getting harder,
To find an approach and a way to live,
Are we getting something out of this all-encompassing trip?

You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh,
Or you can come to terms and realize,
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh,
Makes much more sense,
To live in the present tense

Lynyrd Skynyrd - That Smell

Quote:

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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you

Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you

Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you

Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before

One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you

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For those Skynyrd buffs out there, have you ever heard the intro on "Live From Steel Town" for That Smell? It just hits home so hard...

Quote:

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We're gonna take ya back to the streets, is that cool? Been there done this and back again a couple times, so sing it loud with me

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Artist: Channel Zero
Album: Black Fuel
Year: 1997
Title: Black Fuel

We gotta slow down the speed
The less we have is the more you need
We gotta cut off the speed
While the engines burn beneath our feet

We're running out of the fuel
It's hard to find like jewel
We're running out of the fuel
Black fuel's the master making rules
Black fuel controls the world

We stand backs to the wall
And being slaves after all
We stand backs to the wall
Till the never ending story falls

And then one day you'll see
We messed it up so let it be
And then one day we'll see
There's nothing left internally
Black fuel controls the world

Every minute that we move
black fuel's being used
Depending all the time always
more water in the wine
While I'm sitting in my room
patiently waiting for the boom
Black fuel

Yo,

This some of my pimp shit i wrote myself,Its about me


I be flippin hoes like a spatula, Braken em in like a new acura
Biten em with this game makin em mine for live like dracula
It's like hypnosis,I pimps your mother,I pimps yo' sis
Hoes be nothin but slaves for me, ready to go to they graves for me
I'm lookin for a hoe to knock, hit em with a goldy lock
Pimpin aint easy, I went from jeans,T-shirt and tennis shoes
To Gators and suits and zebra hats,My pimpin tools ,I win or lose
My hoes be bringin me hoes,now i got more hoes than a golf course
With ass like a soft horse. I get em with game and never with all force

With a pimp stck and a pimp throne,that lazy hoe better get goin,
Hoe aint workin on daddy scratch, She bout to feel the grill of a cadillac
But i be laughin with Sir Captin, cause he always handles what happin
I fell in love with the pimpin and gettin hoe money so do you like this rappin?

judas priest - breaking the law

this song i feel alot at a certain mood. that song and

black sabbath - n.i.b.
black sabbath - paranoid.
hehe and even black sabbath - sweet leaf. :p