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Favourite song lyrics

Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock?
Oh, do me a favor, don't put me in the dark
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels,
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools

Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?
 
Iv looted and I've begged
On the tubes of the Bec and the Brodway
Iv been run over by cars
And to prove it her's the scars
On my wrists.

Iv been cut ,Iv been stitched
Iv been buggered,bewitched and abandoned
But nothing in heaven or on earth prepared me for this........
The final comedown.
 
I thought I heard something calling me
I've seen the pictures on TV
And I made up my mind that I'd go and see
With my own eyes
It didn't take too long to hitch a ride
With a guy going south to start a new life
Past the place where my friend died
Two years ago
Down the 303 at the end of the road
Flashing lights - exclusion zones
And it made me think it's not just the stones
That they're guarding
Hey, hey, now can't you see
There's nothing here that you can call free
They're getting their kicks
They're laughing at you and me
As the sun rose on the beanfield
They came like wolf on the fold
And no, they didn't give a warning
They took their bloody toll
I seen a pregnant woman
Lying in blood of her own
I seen her children crying
As the police tore apart their home
And no they didn't need a reason
It's what your votes condone
It seems they were committing treason
By trying to live on the road
And I say
Hey, hey, now can't you see
There's nothing here that you can call free
They're getting their kicks
They're laughing at you and me
Hey, hey, now can't you see
There's nothing here that you can call free
They're getting their kicks
They're laughing at you and me
Bastards
Remember what you heard
Hey, hey, now can't you see
There's nothing here that you can call free
They're getting their kicks
They're laughing at you and me







 
A very poignant song - excellent choice!

In a similar vein:


Look out of your windows, watch the skies
Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes
We're W.A.S.P's, yeah proud American sons
We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun

'Cause we're the 51st state of America
Yeah, this is the 51st state of America
Yeah, we are the 51st state of America

Our star-spangled Union Jack flutters so proud
Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd
Yeah tip your hat to the Yankee conquerors
We've got no reds under the bed with guns under our pillows

We're the 51st state of America
Yeah we are the 51st state of America
Yeah this is the 51st state of America

Here in the land of opportunity, watch us revel in our liberty
Where you can say what you like, but it doesn't change anything
Because the corridors of power are an ocean away

We're the 51st state of America
Yeah this is the 51st state of America
Yeah still we are the 51st state of America
51st state of America
 
Yeah, could go on forever but I'll try and control myself

Well, the year it's 1991
It seems that freedom is dead and gone
The power of the rich is held by few
They keep the young ones paralyzed
Educated by your lies
Keep the old ones happy with the news
Tell the singer not to sing a song
Tell the poet that she's wrong
In the courts you'll win the case with lies
'Cause you sold them down the river-o
Do I belong to some ancient race
I like to walk in ancient places
These are things that I can understand
Well, I don't believe in your modern way
Don't care about the things you say
Your policies have failed the test of time
'Cause you sold them down the river-o
Now, now in a land not far away
There's men in prison because they say
The color of your skin is not a question
Did you rally to their side?
No, you sat back and let them die
Don't know how you get to sleep at night
At night
Do I belong to some ancient race
I like to walk in ancient places
These are things that I can understand
Well, I don't believe in your modern way
Don't care about the things you say
Your policies have failed the test of time
Hey
Your money market goes round and round
The pound goes up, the dollar goes down
Another South American forest cut down
You need the power for your new towns
You get scared when the night comes down
Won't you tell me where it is that we are bound?
Do I belong to some ancient race
I like to walk in ancient places
These are things that I can understand
Well, I don't believe in your modern way
Don't care about the things you say
Your policies have failed the test of time
'Cause you sold them down the river-o



 
I'm running out of time,
I'm out of step and closing down,
And never sleep for wanting hours,
The empty hours of greed and uselessly,
Always the need to feel again,
The real belief of something more than mockery,
If only I could fill my heart with love...
 
Do you fancy a drink, just the one
To clear your head, we won't be long
It's a beautiful day to waste away
There's plenty of time for another one
You know you shouldn't do it
But see no reason why
So you blow your mind
Yeah, yeah, uh-ha
Make mine a short, getting there
But where there is, I couldn't care
There must be something I haven't tried
Perhaps that bottle before my eyes
You know you shouldn't do it
But you see no reason why
So you blow your mind
Yeah, yeah, uh-ha
I feel the haze, the sun goes down
It's getting late, let's hit the town
Call some friends to paint it red
Feed the animal, in your head
You know you shouldn't do it
But you see no reason why
So you blow your mind
Yeah, yeah, uh-ha
They throw you out, you hit the night
You go to a club, you feel alright
You get a pill, you take just half
Then take the rest of it for a laugh
You know you shouldn't do it
But you see no reason why
So you blow your mind
Yeah, yeah, uh-ha
The rest is blank and that's the worst
An empty head for an empty purse
You had a laugh, so you think
But in the morning you just stink
You know you shouldn't do it
But you see no reason why
So you blow your mind
Yeah, yeah, uh-ha
So you fancy a drink, just the one
To clear your head, we won't be long



 
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road

I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know

I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
Alright

Listen
You've gotta stay cool, now
You've gotta stay cool
 
Justcanthelpmyself said:
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road

I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know

I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
Alright

Listen
You've gotta stay cool, now
You've gotta stay cool
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Yes!! Another Hawkfan in our midst.

Nice one feller :)
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be...

Oh the irony..
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Oh the irony..:?
 
The Beatles - "Eleanor Rigby"

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
 
SLF - Alternative Ulster

Seven more hours in Belfast
The pound so old it's a pity
Okay, there's the Trident in Bangor
And then you walk back to the city

We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care
They don't even know you know
They just want money
We can take it or leave it
What we need

Is an alternative ulster
Grab it, change it, it's yours
Get an alternative ulster
Ignore the bores and their laws

Get an alternative ulster
Be an anti-security force
Alter your native ulster
Alter your native land

Take a look where you're livin'
You got the army on the street
And the R U C dog of repression
Is barking at your feet

Is this the kind of place you wanna live?
Is this where you wanna be?
Is this the only life we're gonna have?
What we need

Is an alternative ulster
Grab it, change it, it's yours
Get an alternative ulster
Ignore the bores and their laws

Get an alternative ulster
Be an anti-security force
Alter your native ulster
Alter your native land

And they say they're a part of you
And that's not true you know
They say they got control of you
And that's a lie, you know
They say you will never be
Free, free, free

Alternative ulster
Alternative ulster
Alternative ulster
Alternative ulster

Go and get it now
 
SLF - Bits Of Kids

It was nothing like that in my day, not here in my town
We didn't get things all our way till we were full-grown
Now they go into pubs and you're gonna get mugged in my town

So you read about it every day, in the headlines
How they take and take and drive away, sex and late nights
And it's gotta be wrong, because they're so young

They're only bits of kids, they're only bits of kids
It's always bits of kids today

She makes the breakfast, one of eight, all in one room
Each uncle's call keeps them up late, yes, in this town
And he won't go home 'cos he'll just be alone till night time

They're bits of kids, they're only bits of kids
It's always bits of kids today

Broken cities 'n' broken homes, bits of kids who don't grow whole
Broken cities 'n' broken hearts, bits of people who fall apart
In my town

And it seems there's nothing anyway, not here in this town
Everything is only yesterday, and on the way down
And we're gonna be wrong, so we gotta be strong
In our own time

We're bits of kids, we're only bits of kids
It's always bits of kids today
Bits of kids, we're always, here in my town
 
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Racing In The Street"

I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the north east state
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racing in the street

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we're going racing in the street

I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs "Baby did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands

Tonight tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way mister you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
 
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN LYRICS "Bobby Jean"

Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there'll be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean
 
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Cover Me"

The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us
Cover me, shut the door and cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Outside's the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more

This whole world is out there just trying to score
I've seen enough I don't want to see any more,
Cover me, come on and cover me
I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
 
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Factory"

Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.

Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.

End of the day, factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy,
somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
 
THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM "The '59 Sound"

Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go
I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow
When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms
I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life

'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life
And the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life

Did you hear the '59 sound
Coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattlin' chains
In the hospital walls?

Did you hear the old gospel choir
When they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song
One last time?

And I wonder, were you scared when the metal hit the glass?
See I was playing a show down the road when your spirit left your body
And they told me on the front lawn, I'm sorry I couldn't go
But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons

And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang
And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang

Did you hear the '59 sound
Coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattlin' chains
In the hospital walls?

Did you hear the old gospel choir
When they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song
One last time?

Young boys, young girls
Young boys, young girls
Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night
Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night
Well they ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night
Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night

Did you hear the '59 sound
Coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattlin' chains
In the hospital walls?

Did you hear the old gospel choir
When they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song
One last time?

Young boys, young girls
Young boys, young girls
 
Pil - Home Lyrics

Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be

Now
What does this mean
It means
We get the best scene
When politics talk
The ends of power meet
Nice to be wanted
Safe and protected
The ends of power
When politics talk

Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be

Better days will never be
Home sweet home
Home, home

Now
Let's talk politics
Every dog has its day
For me
(for me)
I don't believe
(I don't believe in anything)
Better days ahead
(one more war)
Will never be

(I do believe no more)
I don't believe in
(no long goodbye)
Anything
(nuclear day)

Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be

Spare no man
Match bomb for bomb
War
All is fair in war
When the ground is soft
With hot blood
Spare no man

Better days will never be
(match bomb for bomb)
A scorched earth
(flatten the earth, this home sweet home)
No charity
(burn everything, from lust to dust)
No weak pity
(no charity, no weak pity)
From lust to dust
(all is fair in war)

Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
 
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