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Social The NEW "What Song Fits Your Current Mood" Thread

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Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting, in your kid's ears and nesting

"Testing, attention, please"
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talkin' this and that sh-
Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your a- kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit b-
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You 36 year old baldheaded -
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno

Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene

No, I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do Black music so selfishly
And used it to get myself wealthy (hey)
There's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Kids!

 



The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town

As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Till the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning 'round

At the age of thirty-seven
She realised she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
And she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair


Her husband, he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street
Screaming all the way


So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car
That waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty-seven
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair

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From the depth of the forest she will find you
She will drag you up and call you into being
She will lay her naked body on the debris
She will howl until her spirit overruns the city

She will rise up through the cracks between the pavements
She will buckle train lines, bridges all collapsing
And the towers of the mighty become frail
As she opens up her belly to devour

Come and take over
Creator Destroyer
Come and take over

She will pour her molten core upon the runways
She will leave her rusting hulls upon the shoreline
She will swallow up the iron that was stolen
She will vomit up the plastic and the poison

Her oceans will make islands of the mainland
Her tendrils will be wrapped around the cables
And the buried bones of buildings will lie vacant
As she feeds upon the ribcage of forever, forever

Come and take over
Creator Destroyer
Come and take over


Songwriters: Wendy Elizabeth Rule
 
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