Break my face in
it was the kindest touch you ever gave
wrap my dreams around your thighs
and drape my hope upon the chance to touch your arm
fabulous muscles
cremate me after you cum on my lips
honey boy, place my ashes in a vase
beneath your workout bench
no romance no sexiness
but a star filled night
kneeling down before the now familiar flesh
of your deformed penis
wigging out before the unfamiliar flash
of my broken neck
The Lyrics thread
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Re: The Lyrics thread
For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
Manic Street Preachers - "Yes"
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
Manic Street Preachers - "Yes"
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.
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Re: The Lyrics thread
Grinderman - Worm Tamer
"Well my baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster
Two great big humps and then I'm gone
But actually I am the Abominable Snowman
I guess that I've loved you for too long"
Scott Walker - Jesse
"Under Memphis moonlight
Jesse are you listening?
Pow! Pow!
In the dream
I am crawling around in my hands and knees
smoothing out the prairie
All the dents and the gouges
And the winds dying down
I lower my head
Press my ear to the prairie
Alive, I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
Alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive"
"Well my baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster
Two great big humps and then I'm gone
But actually I am the Abominable Snowman
I guess that I've loved you for too long"
Scott Walker - Jesse
"Under Memphis moonlight
Jesse are you listening?
Pow! Pow!
In the dream
I am crawling around in my hands and knees
smoothing out the prairie
All the dents and the gouges
And the winds dying down
I lower my head
Press my ear to the prairie
Alive, I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
Alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive"
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Re: The Lyrics thread
God
'Riding, riding a snail
Firing, firing with nails
I'm your God, crosseyed God
You're my slave, electric slave
You're my slave, I'm your God
You're my sleep, I'm your noise
I'm your eye, you're my blood
I'm your blow, you're my dust
I'm your God, you're my foam
I'm your God, you're my shell
I'm your God, you're my eyes
I'm your God, you're my slave
I'm your God
The Snailking'
Ufomammut, God, from the Snailking
'Riding, riding a snail
Firing, firing with nails
I'm your God, crosseyed God
You're my slave, electric slave
You're my slave, I'm your God
You're my sleep, I'm your noise
I'm your eye, you're my blood
I'm your blow, you're my dust
I'm your God, you're my foam
I'm your God, you're my shell
I'm your God, you're my eyes
I'm your God, you're my slave
I'm your God
The Snailking'
Ufomammut, God, from the Snailking

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Re: The Lyrics thread
metanoia by mgmt has some cool lyricz sometimes.
mystic referee don't look on me with scorn!
i'm a child, i'm a lover being born
SATCHIDANANDAAAAAAAA
DISREGARD THE PATH I'M ON! *ascending and slightly fuzz'd riff*
you can justify the action should you bless
my ambition and my indecisiveness
SATCHIDANANDAAAAAA
LET ME KNOW THAT YOU EXIST *same riff*
watch me tremble as i'm answering the phone!
i am separate from everything you know
mystic referee i promise to return
one i've given up and lessons have been learned
SATCHIDANANDAAAA
YOU CAN WATCH MY FIRE BURN! *same riff leading into another part of the song*
and then that other part happens and then it gets all gentle and slow and thennnn
hospitals and woods confirm
red in the eyes of everyone
parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones
turned into jade and tiger's eye
and there's more but i'm gonna stop here.
mystic referee don't look on me with scorn!
i'm a child, i'm a lover being born
SATCHIDANANDAAAAAAAA
DISREGARD THE PATH I'M ON! *ascending and slightly fuzz'd riff*
you can justify the action should you bless
my ambition and my indecisiveness
SATCHIDANANDAAAAAA
LET ME KNOW THAT YOU EXIST *same riff*
watch me tremble as i'm answering the phone!
i am separate from everything you know
mystic referee i promise to return
one i've given up and lessons have been learned
SATCHIDANANDAAAA
YOU CAN WATCH MY FIRE BURN! *same riff leading into another part of the song*
and then that other part happens and then it gets all gentle and slow and thennnn
hospitals and woods confirm
red in the eyes of everyone
parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones
turned into jade and tiger's eye
and there's more but i'm gonna stop here.

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