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I don't expect anyone to reply to this thread. I just wanted to bring these great lyrics into your lives. Anyways, here it goes. I wrote them myself.

I'm sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about
What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out?
The thing you've got to realize, what we're doin' is not a trend
We got the gift of melody, we're gonna bring it till the end (come on now)

It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive, what I wear around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize that it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
'Bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you everytime (come on now)

Do you ever wonder why
This music gets you high
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop (you can't stop)
And the music's all you got (come on now)
This must be pop

Dirty pop
Baby, baby you can't stop
I know you like this
Dirty pop
This must be

Now why you wanna try to classify the type of thing we do
'Cause we're just fine doin' what we like
Can we say the same for you?
I'm tired of feelin' all around me animosity
Just worry 'bout yours 'cause I'm a get mine now people can't you see

It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or the ice around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognise that it's just about respect (oh)
It doesn't matter
'Bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you everytime (come on)

Do you ever wonder why (why)
This music gets you high (gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when your body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop (you can't stop)
And the music's all you got (baby come on)
This must be pop

Oooooh, man I'm tired of singin'

Dirty, dirty, dirty pop
Dirty pop
Do you ever wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
Sigur Rós
BT
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Do you ever wonder why (ever wonder why)
This music gets you high (gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when your body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop (baby don't stop)
And the music's all you got (come on now)
This must be

Do you ever wonder why (do you ever wonder)
This music gets you high (how it gets you on a high baby)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when your body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop
And the music's all you got
This must be (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Do you ever wonder why (ever wonder why)
This music gets you high (music gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when youbody starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop
And the music's all you got (baby come on)
This must be pop

Whatever, phucker....

You want good lyrics?

Check these out:

"Shut the fuck up she said, I'm going fucking deaf
You're always too loud, everything's too loud
Now that all my friends left, this place is fucking dead
I wanna move out, when can we move out? This shit has got to stop

I'll run away

Get the fuck up, she said your life is meaningless
It's going nowhere, you're going nowhere
You're just a fuck - up, she said I'll live alone instead
She said you don't care, I know I don't care

I'll never ask permission from you,
Fuck off I'm not listening to you
I'm not coming home, I'm never going to come back home

I got too fucked up again, and passed out on the plane
Tried to forget you, I can't forget you
No sleep on this flight, I'll think about the nights
We had to get through, how did we get through?

I'll never ask permission from you,
Fuck off I'm not listening to you
I'm not coming home, I'm never going to come back home

I'll run away
I think it's time that I should leave
I think it's time that I should leave
I think it's time that I should leave
I think it's time that I should leave

I'll never ask permission from you,
Fuck off i'm not listening to you
I'm not coming home, I'm never going to come back home

I'll run away
I think it's time for me to leave
I think it's time for me to leave
I think it's time for me to leave
I think it's time for me to leave

hehe....Blink 182...a band made for kids with plastic skateboards

I'm sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about
What's the deal with this boy band, when does their album come out?
The thing you've got to realize, it is all the same
They don't write, or compose, and I'm pretty sure they're gay (come on)

It doesn't matter
That they sing like they give women respect
All that matters
Is that at every concert, they get plenty of sex
It doesn't matter
Bout what we sing, and the fact that we don't write
All that matters
Is that you purchase our merchandise! (come on!)

Do you ever wonder why
You want N Sync to die?
Give them cyanide
Or perhaps you
Could hurl a bunch of rocks (Hurls a bunch of rocks)
Every last one you got (last one you got)
At all those who sing pop (come on now)
Soon this must...STOP!

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Mm...I love writing parodies.

Quote from: Sigur Rós....Blink 182...an band made for kids with plastic skateboards

...hahahhah.......thats then best way to describe them...so true... :yabbse-thumbup:

ha ha, I actually can't help but sing along to Blink 182. I dont own any of their albums, but they are damn catchy.
Anyone heard that song By umm...Darren Hayes? Called Insatiable? Oooh, well, the lyrics in that, are creamy.

Quote from: Walrus, KookookajoobThe thing you've got to realize, it is all the same
They don't write, or compose, and I'm surely they're probaly gay (come on)

It doesn't matter
That they sing like they give women respect
All that matters
Is that at every concert, they get plenty of sex
It doesn't matter
Bout what we sing, and the fact that we don't write
All that matters
Is that you purchase our merchandise! (come on!)

Do you ever wonder why
You want N Sync to die?
Give them cyanide
Or perhaps you
Could hurl a bunch of rocks (Hurls a bunch of rocks)
Every last one you got (last one you got)
At all those who sing pop (come on now)
Soon this must...STOP!

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Mm...I love writing parodies.

now that is pretty damn funny

Some of my favorite Suzanne Vega lyrics... from 99.9 F °...

(If You Were) In My Movie

If you were in my movie
I'd have you as the doctor
Small black bag
And a big black coat

I'd have you make a house call
To the woman
You could lay your
Diagnostic hand
Upon her belly and her throat

If you were in my movie
You could be the detective
You could sit behind the desk
With a question on your lip

Examine her for motive
Investigate the scene
In the ever present danger
Keep the holster at your hip

If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie

If you were in my movie
You could be the priest
Long black frock
White collar at the neck

You could come to the confession
You could give a girl a thrill
You could save her from her passion
Keep her body in check

If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie

If you were in my movie
You could be the gangster
Double-breasted pinstriped
Man with the cigarette

Go running down the alley
With a double-crossing blond
Explaining to the jury
That you hadn't done anything yet

If you were in my movie...



Bad Wisdom

Mother the doctor knows something is wrong
Cause my body has strange information
He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child
But he doesn't dare ask the right question

Mother my friends are no longer my friends
And the games we once played have no meaning
I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why
So they've left me to my own daydreaming

What price to pay
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Mother you've taught me the laws are so fine
If I'm good then I will be protected
I've fallen through the cracks and there's no getting back
And I'll never trust whoever gets elected

Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold
And it wasn't what I was expecting
Once I did think that I'd find comfort there
And instead you've gone hard and suspecting

What price to pay
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Mother I'm cut at the root like a weed
Cause there's no one to hear my small story
Just like a woman who walks in the street
I will pay for my life with my body

What price to pay
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom



As Girls Go

You make a really good girl
As girls go
Still kind of look like a guy
I never thought to wonder why

If I could pull this off
Would I know for certain
The real situation
Behind the curtain

So beautiful
damsel in distress
Not exactly natural
Stunning nonetheless

What happened to you?
To make you more girl than girls are
Would you ever show or tell
Cause you're so good so far

You make a really good girl
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go

Let's chronicle
The dark side of the life
Did you ever keep the date
With the steel side of the knife

Doesn't matter to me
Which side of the line
You happen to be
At any given time

You make a really good girl
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go[/list:u]
And last but not least... I listened to this song (swear to God) the day before Paul Wellstone was killed in a plane crash...

When Heroes Go Down

When heroes go down
They go down fast
So don't expect any time to
Equivocate the past

When heroes go down
They land in flame
So don't expect any slow and careful
Settling of blame

I heard you say
You look out for the feet of clay
That someone will be falling next
Without the chance
For last respects
You feel the disappointment

When heroes go down
Man or woman revealed
You can't expect any kind of mercy
On the battlefield

I heard you say
You look out for the feet of clay
That someone will be falling next
Without the chance for last respects
You feel the disappointment

When heroes go down
Man or woman revealed
Do you show any kind of mercy
On the battlefield?

When heroes go down
When heroes go down
When heroes go down[/list:u]

I think we're supposed to be posting bad lyrics, Jeremy.