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Popstar (Nickleback but not)

I'm through with living in trailer with my pushy mom
I'm only nine but she makes me put make up on
So I'll grant her her wish and I won't stop until I'm on TV
So tell me what you want
I want a brand new nose and a cleft in my chin
And some breast implants I'll deny I put in
And a teacup poodle that I'm always carrying with me
Yeah, so watcha need?
I need a good producer 'cause you know I can't sing
And a lawyer who can get me out of anything
Gonna date Justin Timberlake to gain some credibility
Well, who hasn't done that?
I want my own perfume and clothing line
It's all made in sweatshops but that's just fine
I'll give the child labourers a signed cop of my CD
So how ya gonna do it?
I'm gonna re-establish the mouseketeers
Start my new life wearing those Mickey ears
'
'Cause we all just wanna be big pop stars
Start out innocent to get my fan base large
My listeners will be people in their tweens
And only perverts who can't wait 'till I turn eighteen
And my first hit will be a Disney song
But my good-girl image won't last too long
My first album just had some innuendo
But by my third album I'll act like a full-blown ho
Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a pop star

I wanna be generic, let the media lead me
Gonna sing canned music that my label feeds me
Oversaturate the market 'til everyone is sick of me
Oh, trust me, it'll happen
Gonna dress myself without on ounce of class
Gonna make the boys all drool and stare at my - glasses
Gonna hang out with the laughing stock of society
So how ya gonna do it?
I'm gonna lose all sense of decency
And sell-out all of my integrity

'Cause we all just wanna be big pop stars
Paparazzi gettin' pictures of my implant scars
I'll sleep through the days and party all night long
And it's so hard to remember to put panties on
And my male fans will all be crushed
When those photo's leak that haven't been airbrushed
I'll marry a loser who just wants my fame
Then I'll divorce his sorry butt the very next day
Then I'll drop a hint that I'm a lesbian
Hoping that'll jump start my lame career again
I'll pose for magazines like FHM and Marie Claire
And tell them all about how I'm a Christian in my underwear
Well, hey, hey I wanna be a pop star

I'm gonna have some babies and then I'll neglect 'em
Hit my mid life crisis when I'm twenty seven
Make sure I'm drunk before I start to drive
Get caught lip-syncing on Saturday Night Live

Well we all just wanna be big pop stars
Make abysmal movies and wreck fifteen cars
I'll check into rehab after hitting that tree
Then I'll check out early, but be back next week
And they'll finally put me behind bars
With a real short sentence since I am a star
The tabloid'll tell them that I've lost my flair
When the pressure gets too much, well I'll just shave my hair
But I'll work hard to get my life on track
And my fans will all start to accept me back
I'm back on top and selling out my shows
Until my ex releases our sex videos
Well, hey, hey I wanna be a pop star
 
In honor of the 5+ years of very hard time served by my very gentle dealer, all for the federal crimes of Unauthorized Desert Backpacking and Illicit Small Business Ownership.



Well, you don't know me, but you don't like me.
You say you care less how I feel.
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets in Bakersfield?
 
Lola

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne
And it tastes just like Coca-Cola
C-O-L-A
Cola
She walk up to me
And she asked me to dance
I ask her her name
And in a dark brown voice she said "Lola"
L-O-L-A
Lola
La la la la Lola
Now I'm not the worlds most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola
La la la la Lola
Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman
But talked like a man
Oh my Lola
La la la la Lola
La la la la Lola

Well we drank champagne
And we danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
Said "Little boy, won't you come home with me?"
Well I'm not the worlds most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
Well I almost fell for my Lola
La la la la Lola
La la la la Lola

Lola
La la la la Lola
La la la la Lola

I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her
And she it me
That's the way that I want it to stay
I'll always want it to be that way for my Lola
La la la la Lola

Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola
La la la la Lola

Well I'd left home just the week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
Said "Little boy, gonna make you a man!"
Well I'm not the worlds most masculine man
But I know what I am
And I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
La la la la Lola
La la la la Lola
 
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Good times
These are the good times
Leave your cares behind
These are the good times

Good times
These are the good times
Our new state of mind
These are the good times

A rumor has it that it's getting late
Time marches on, just can't wait
The clock keeps turning, why hesitate?
You silly fool, you can't change your fate




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Just had to sign a second petition as last years ban of trans youth receiving hormone blockers (which are not permanent: they simple stop them from going through puberty until they are old enough to make an informed choice at which point they can either a) go on either testosterone or estrogen to go through the puberty of the gender they identify with or b) if they change their mind (which is rare, but happens) they can simply stop taking the blockers and will then naturally go through the puberty of the gender they were assigned at birth. There is no harm done by these temporary blockers; only harm prevented) in the UK which came into law last year is STILL ongoing.
So here's a song by Jackie Beat (feat. Willam Belli) pro-trans bathroom rights. Parody of "Meeting in the Ladies Room"

Remember, Jesus had long hair and wore a caftan...so instead of "What Would Jesus Do?" the right should ask..."Where Would Jesus Poo"

I'm at the local shopping mall looking for back-to-school bargains for my kids. I'm losing my shit over a sales rack at Chico's when my youngest starts losing his shit. Literally. And I am much, much unhappy about this. I have to find myself a public restroom before he does a B.M. A Bowel movement. And when we get inside...this get scandalous.

'Cause there's a penis in the ladies room
I'll be back real soon
I'm gonna go and get security
And force that thing to show ID

I'm not sure, but I think that she was born a man
(I'm pretty sure that's a man)
'Cause she a tall drink of water
And she's got big manly hands
(Just take a look at those hands)
She's got a really strong jaw
And a prominent nose
(that's a big honking nose)
And I think I see some leg hair
Through those cheap pantyhose
(Oh my!)

Now there's a tranny in the ladies room
A left wing loony tune
They're always leaving up the toilet lids
And molesting little kids
Sick
No-no no no no
It's none of my business but it's
Sick
No-no no no no

Right next door you'll find the opposite
A woman dressed like a dude
Trying to take a shit
(Taking a big old shit)
She make look like a fella
But he has got a vagina
(I'm fucking freaking out)
That my fly in California
But not in North Carolina
(Hey, hey)
There's a va-jay-jay in the men's room
On a toilet going boom boom
The Bible tells me that I shouldn't judge
But I'm asshole, won't budge
Sick
No-no no no no
It's none of my business but it's
Sick
No-no no no no
I'm voting Donald Trump

Walked through the door
And I saw Caitlyn Jenner
Look my way as she leaned
Against the tampon machine
She asked "Do you have a quarter?
It is my time of the month"
I threw a handful of pennies
And screamed "You don't have a cunt!"

(Watch out, watch out)
If you're a tranny and you have to pee
I don't really fucking care, you can plainly see
Live and let live, it's a free country
But when I said that I meant normal people like me
There's a tranny in the ladies room
It's got a peen instead of poon
The only man I trust in the least
With my son is a Catholic Priest
Abomination in the ladies room
Serving banana in Fruit of the Looms
I know that Jesus doesn't make mistakes
And he don't like skirt snakes

No tranny's
I don't mean to be rude
No he-she's
'Cause I'm not in the mood

Candice Cane is in the ladies room
Dancing to a show tune
And now the baby changing table's broke
That'd where the tranny's sit and do their coke
If you're a tranny better run and hide
'Cause like a dog you can poop outside
OUT!
 
The Dampness of the Pants is How We Know

She's giving me the strangest feeling
Now I've found her I can never let her go
Is this love at first sight?
Or just that dodgy egg mayo roll
She's making me feel sick
I feel I could shit a hundred bricks
Is this love at first sight?
Or is it just too much Heineken?
I've been watching her all night
I couldn't even tell you the colour of her eyes
Is this love at first sight?
Or lust, 'cause I could tell your her bra size
(Her bra size)
(Tell you her bra size)
(Her bra size)

Well, I think we could be together
I think my face could be her chair
Because I'm not fussy whatsoever
And she's not wearing any underwear
I wish she's come and touch me
Get naked and get off her rocks
Is this love at first sight?
I'll let you know when I've seen her dirt box

The Dampness of the Pants is How We Know (Reprise)

You make me feel all shaky
My hands are sweating like a fat girl's crack
Is this love at first sight?

Or are you going cold turkey from smack?
You could be a psycho

You could be a nympho
I really do hope so

Is this love at first sight?
I have to say that I don't really know
I think we could be together
I think we really could go far
'Cause I'm not fussy whatsoever

Does that mean that I can touch your arse?

(both)
It's the strangest feeling
Now I've found you I will never let you go
This is love at first sight

'Cause my pants are damp
That's how I know

Because your pants are all damp

Like a pissy old tramp

Yes, my pants are all damp and so I know
The dampness of the pants is how we know
The dampness of the pants is how we know
The dampness of the pants is how we...know
 
driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey Jones, you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead A lady in red Take my advice You'd be better off dead Switch-man sleeping Train hundred and two Is on the wrong track And headed for you
 
Was thinking this verse some time ago. Definitely Hollywood Undeads best (?)


Girl, come and smoke my pole like a Marlboro.
Introduce me to your mom as Charles.
It's Charlie Scene. Shake your ass to the bass.
Wait 'til you see my face. Hey, bitch!

Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack.
My first name gives Vietnam flash backs.
I get drunk and do the same old, same old.
Take three girls home, and call them Charlie's Angels.

What you gonna do after we get signed?
I'm gonna lose my mind.
Get 30 inch spinners and pimp my ride.
Go back in time.
Be there that night and save 2Pac's life.

Then pay my fine
For getting caught fucking on the Hollywood sign.
I got the game on lock.
I'll have a bottle and a Glock
With biceps like The Rock.
Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch.
 
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made

I used to think that my tits was where it's at
Used to be concerned that my booty was too fat
But now I know the truth and that worry has been shot
Big bootie's they want and big bootie's what I got

Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made

Tits are old news, if you know what I mean
All the guys love my fudge machine
Look me in the eye
Get your face and don't be shy
You say you don't like asses
'Cause I fart and break your glasses
Turd-cutter, loaf-pincher,
Dookie-maker, fudge machine,
Cheek-tastic, Booty Mastiff
Giant tookus, fudge machine
On my booty empire the sun never sets
Take a shot, yeah, nothin' but net

Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
I'm gonna make you scream and shout
For the part of my body where the poo comes out

This is where my poo comes out
This is where my poo comes out
This is where my poo comes out
This is where my poo comes out
Talkin' 'bout my fudge machine
Talkin' 'bout my fudge machine
Talkin' 'bout my fudge machine
Talkin' 'bout my fudge machine

That's right, ain't nothing better than a big, beautiful, sexy booty. But bottom line; no matter how fine that behind - you better call that onion what it really is: that's just a fudge machine.

Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
This is where her poo comes out
This is where his poo comes out
This is where their poo comes out
This is where our poo comes out
This is what you think is hot?
This is what you think is hot?
This is what you think is hot?
Talkin' 'bout my fudge machine
This is what you think is hot?
This is what you think is hot?
Talkin 'bout my fudge machine

It's where your poo comes out.
 
Girl You Don't Need Makeup

Girl, it ain't no lie
Just look deep into my eyes
You're perfect and I think you should know
That you don't need no lipstick, you don't need no blush
'Cause you got that inner natural glow
Magazines say that you're whack
Girl, don't believe them
Just leave that type of trash on the rack
Girl, don't you read them
You're beautiful and who cares what they think?
Now wash that lovely face off in the sink
(In the sink, girl)

Girl, you don't need makeup
You're perfect when you wake up
Just walk around like that all day
Wipe that goo up off of your face
I'll take you to a special place
It's something that I've got to say?
Just wipe it off
(Wipe it off)
Wipe it off
(Wipe it off!)

Whoa, hold up, girl, we spoke too soon
With this whole no makeup tune
(we kinda changed our minds on the makeup thing)
You'll be the hottest girl in the nation
With just a touch of foundation
'Cause, girl, I can't be see with the ghost from The Ring
I didn't know your eyelashes were so stubby and pale
Just a little mascara and you'll look female
Please, listen, girl, what we're trying to say
Is just get up an hour earlier
And you can make yourself much girlier
(Girlier)
(Much girlier!)

Girl, you don't need makeup
You're perfect when you wakeup
Just don't go outside like that, okay?
Just a little makeup
Some natural looking makeup
What more do I have to say?
Just put it on
(put it on)
Just put it on
(put it on)

Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
That, not enough, girl!
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na

Girl, I wanna get real with you. I got a lot of regrets in my life: I regret missing my fathers funeral to audition for The Voice. I regret being high when my niece was born. But most of all, I regret telling you not to wear makeup. That's on me. But what's on you is hopefully more makeup.
You see, it's like a tore up a shag carpet, expecting to wind hardwood floor underneath...but it turned out to be just dirty linoleum. There's are just metaphors, girl, but they are about your face.

Girl, you do need makeup
Lots and lots of makeup
Think of a clown, and then work your way back
You are great except your face, girl
So don't take off your makeup
Wear it when you sleep and swim
We met someone else, we're out
 
6am-64-14m said:
"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special"
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My favourite song to sing to my neighbours through the vents at 2am when I can't sleep
 
Firework, Katy Perry (but not really)

Have you ever had an uninvited guest?
Why did you wear sweatpants
The day she wore that dress?
You put your book on it
But that woody wouldn't quit
Think of disgusting things
And don't encourage it
And then it starts to ache
Zipper's about to break
You're trying every trick
To try and tame your trouser snake
Listen and listen good
Don't cover up your wood
Your woody never should

Have to be caged or blocked
Unlock your jock
Just let it pop
Like a jack-in-the-box

Just show 'em that your willy works
A stiffy shouldn't have to hurt
Make 'em scream "OH MY GOD"
As you strike them with your LIGHT-NING ROD
Baby, let your mojo rise
It doesn't matter what the size
You don't have to feel ashamed
Like Miley, it just can't be tamed
Boing, boing, boing
Even bigger than a boeing, boeing, boeing
Sometimes it can be anoy-yoy-ying
But now your confidence is grow-oh-ing
Put your package on display
Even if they scream and run away
You're the jockey of you one-eyed horse
I'm talkin' 'bout your dong, of course
Some day when you're old and bored
You'll wish that you had show it more
It's the reason that the world was born
Every girl believes in u-ni-corns
Doing, ding, dong
Someday, random chubby's will be gone
Doing, ding, dong,
I can't believe I wrote a whole schlong song
 
My mistakes I've made won't leave me alone
Oh no

And if you don't find me on the front page
Find a way to say that you saw me
And if you don't find me in a movie
Find a way to say that you knew me
And if you don't find me on the front page
(You and I got lost along the way)
Find a way to say that you saw me
(But this will end some day some way)

And if you don't find me at all
Then I won't care

(Oh, yeah)
If I could find a place for the holiday
Maybe I would call
You're a payphone away
From the mess that I've become
I'm destroying what I love
 
Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub

Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for their fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck

Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
 

White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
I'll go mad for a couple grams
But she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
And in the pipe, fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
 
ChemicallyEnhanced said:
My favourite song to sing to my neighbours through the vents at 2am when I can't sleep
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We are not in prison, are we? lol
That guitar riff is exciting imo. Just other worldly.
Any way I can talk you into posting a voice recording of this serenading through the air ducts that serve as a chase?
No clue what I am talking about. hahaha
 
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if the world stops
We been living up in Hell's shop
We been living up in Hell's shop
So I'm a live it to the top notch
I'm a live to the top notch
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if the world stops
We been living up in Hell's shop
We been living up in Hell's shop
So I'm a live it to the top notch
Fuck with me
 
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