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[somebody someone]

I wanna slit your throat and fuck the wound
I wanna push my face in and feel the swoon
I wanna dig inside, find a little bit of me
Cuz the line gets crossed when you donâ??t come clean

My wormwood meets your pesticide
Youâ??ll never get out, coz you were never alive
I am infinite, I am the infant finite
Come a little closer and Iâ??ll show you why

(no one is - safe)
Noises, noises, people make noises
People make noises when theyâ??re sick
Nothing to do except hold on to nothing

How does it feel to be locked inside another dream
That never had a chance of being realized?
What the fuck are you lookinâ?? at?
Iâ??ll tell you what youâ??re lookinâ?? at
Everyone you ever fuckinâ?? laughed at

Look in my eyes for the answers - typical
I can feel it underneath like a miracle
Everybody in the world needs more than
Lies and consequences to poser them
Once again, itâ??s me and no one else
I canâ??t remember if there was a someone else
Itâ??s not mine, itâ??s not fair, itâ??s outta my hands
And itâ??s shaking - youâ??ll never take me

(no one is - safe)
Noises, noises, people make noises
People make noises when theyâ??re sick
Nothing to do except hold on to nothing

Nothing!

(hate) hate ainâ??t enough to describe me
(scream) somewhere between screaming and crying
Iâ??m not supposed to be here
Iâ??m not supoosed to be

(why) when do I get to know why?
(bitter) bitter as the stink of when I try
Iâ??m not supposed to be here
Iâ??m not supposed to be
Pull your hands away

Iâ??m gone - goodbye - itâ??s so depressing
Withering away
Take a look - inside - my soul is missing
All I have is dead, so Iâ??ll take you with me
Feel like Iâ??m erased - so kill me just in case

(covet) everything around meâ??s mine
(sty) canâ??t see through the sties in my eyes
Iâ??m not supposed to be here
Iâ??m not supposed to be

(down) scratching and clawing all the way
(stay) you wonâ??t let me fucking stay
Iâ??m not supposed to be here
Iâ??m not supposed to be

(live) is there another way to live?
(die) cuz itâ??s the only way to die
Iâ??m not supposed to be here
Iâ??m not supposed to be....

[Warlock]

How many roads are there to walk?
How many stories to tell?
We are a predatory race
Ready to kill for a sign of weakness
I am a man with too little to give
Alone against the world
Where no one cares about the truth anymore:
When these feelings come alive
Purity in sorrow
We're going nowhere fast
The contradictions last
If I could just see behind the mire
This is the dawn of final days
An open grave
If I could turn back time
If I could explain
If I could take the road I see
Further away:
How many songs must be unsung?
How many tears to cry?
We are a race of ingrates
Clutching at straws at end of our days
I know the meek shall inherit nothing
There's no heaven above
Walk away from the world of pain and sorrow

[Canadabis]

Oddly enough I was just thinking of that today on the job.

I was thinking a Placebo song I had playing at the time, "Every you, every me" off of...thinking...so...very...slow...""Sleeping with Ghosts?

[foggymountain]

"You may see me tonight with an Illegal smile" John Prine :

[foggymountain]

Well just the other day, I was sitting around in my house.
I had that new book with pictures of Madonna naked.
I was checking it out.
Well, just then a friend of mine came through the door,
She said she'd never pegged me for a scumbag before.
She said she didn't ever want to see me any more,
And I still don't know why!
I think I'm an all right guy.
I think I'm an all right guy.
I just want to live until I've got to die.
I know I ain't perfect, but God knows I try.
I think I'm an all right guy.
I think I'm all right.
Well maybe I'm dirty and maybe I smoke a little dope.
But it ain't like I'm going on TV tearing up pictures of the Pope.
And I know I get wild and I know I get drunk,
But it ain't like I've got a bunch of bodies in my trunk.
My old man used to call me a no-good punk,
And I still don't know why!
I think I'm an all right guy.
I think I'm an all right guy.
I just want to live until I've got to die.
I know I ain't perfect, but God knows I try.
I think I'm an all right guy.
I think I'm all right.
Well, the other night, I got arrested outside a bar.
The cops pulled me over, they ordered me out of my car.
Well, I was only kidding when I called them a couple of dicks,
But still they made me do the Stupid Human Tricks.
Now I'm stuck in this jail with a bunch of dumb hicks,
And I still don't know why!
I think I'm an all right guy.
I think I'm an all right guy.
I just want to live until I've got to die.
I know I ain't perfect, but God knows I try.
I think I'm an all right guy.
I think I'm all right.

[colton]

Cornered the boy, kicked out at the world
The world kicked back a lot fuckin' harder now

Libertines - cant stand me now

[colton]

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun

White man in Hammersmith Palais - ~The Clash

[robert42]

tink winky
dipsy
lala
po
teletubbies....


yea put ur lights up and sing along

[colton]

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And a sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown....

Walk On! Walk On! With hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone....

Walk On! Walk On! With hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone....

You'll never walk alone.

[colton]

a police car and a screaming siren
pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
a baby wailing and a stray dog howling
the screech of brakes and lamplights blinking

thats entertainment

a smash of glass and the rumble of boots
an electric train and a ripped up phone booth
paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat
lights going out and a kick in the balls

thats entertainment

days of speed and slow time mondays
pissing down with rain on a boring wednesday
watching the news and not eating your tea
a freezing cold flat with damp on the walls

thats entertainment

waking up at 6 a.m on a cool warm morning
opening the window and breathing in petrol
an amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays

thats entertainment

waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
a hot summers day and sticky black tarmac
feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away

thats entertainment

two lovers kissing at the scream of midnight
two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
getting a cab and travelling on buses
reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs

thats entertainment


The Jam

theres so many great lyrics around