Post Your Favorite Song..

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Post your favorite song. And Lyrics.

My Favorite song right now is:
Point/Counterpoint by Streetlight Manifesto

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?
I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would
but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality
and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
and you know that's only just the way it goes
You said it right man, That is just the way it goes

And the days, and the days they seem like forever
And the days, and the days they seem like forever
But forever isn't ever enough!!
I'd like to sing a song
Promise you won't be long!
I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
There was a kid who never cared about the little things
Don't even bother because I'm tired and I'm sick of it
And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint!
She said It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
And you know that's only just the way it goes
You said it right man, that is just the way it goes

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, You don't know where I've been!
Oh, You don't know what I've seen!

If I did something right
Would you give up this fight?
Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right
I'd like to think you would
You know I'd like to think you would
but I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology
Jump back to the day we met
I never thought that it would end this way
If ever I let you down I want to ask of you
To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through

And the days, and the days they seem like forever
And the days, and the days they seem like forever
But forever isn't ever enough!!
I'd like to sing a song
Promise you won't be long!
I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
There was a kid who never cared about the little things
Don't bother 'cause I still don't give a Sh**
And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint!
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
And you know that's only just the way it goes
You said it right man, that is just the way it goes

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, You don't know where I've been!
Oh, You don't know what I've seen!

So tell me friend, how's it going to end?
When the F*** goes down and there's no one left around to get your back
You'll crack
You'll smile and agree with everything they say
They'll try to tell you that it's all okay
But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad
And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had
Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did
You're running around
You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend

No, You'll take back all you've said
Oh, When the regrets fill your head

Trust me I've been there before
I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy
What irony!
Once friends, but I find
You'll have to learn this lesson on your own

So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang
and I sang so loud so I wouldn't hear the bang
When the bang never came and I never got the call
**** It! Thank You! I Love You All!
Some are going to say that we're doomed to repeat
all our past mistakes
Great!
But that's not me
and even if it was I would always disagree
Because in the end I always get the better of me

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, I'll take you where I've been!
Oh, I'll show you what I've seen!
 
Some people's hot

Some people's cold

Some people's not very

Swift to behold

Some people do it

Some see right through it

Some wear pyjamas

If only they knew it



The pyjama people are boring me to pieces

Feel like I am wasting my time

They all got flannel up 'n down 'em

A little trap-door back aroun' 'em

An' some cozy little footies on their mind



Po-jama people!

Po-jama people, people!

They sure do make you sleepy

With the things they might say

Po-jama people!

Po-jama people, people!

Mother Mary 'n Jozuf, I wish they'd all go away!



Po-jama people!

It's a po-jama people special . . .

Take one home with you, save a dollar today

Po-jama people!

Po-jama people, people!

Wrap 'em up

Roll 'em out

Get 'em out of my way

Hein nya-nya-hein nya-nya-hein nya-nya-hein

HOEY! HOEY! HOEY!

Wrap 'em up

Roll 'em out

Get 'em out of my way

Hein nya-nya-hein nya-nya-hein nya-nya-hein

HOEY! HOEY! HOEY!

Wrap 'em up

Roll 'em out

Get 'em out of my way

Hein nya-nya-hein nya-nya-hein nya-nya-hein

HOEY! HOEY! HOEY!



(Well . . . ) now some people's hot

An' some people's cold

(Well, Lawd . . . ) an' some people's not very

(Very) swift to behold (swifty!)

(I told you) some people do it (do it!)

(Yes, they do!) (No . . . )

Some see right through it

(See right through it!)

An' some wear PO-JAMAS

If only they knew it



The pyjama people are boring me to pieces

They make me feel like I am wasting my time

They all got flannel up 'n down 'em

A little trap-door back aroun' 'em

An' some cozy little footies on their mind



Po-jama people!

Po-jama people, people!

Lawd, they make you sleepy

With the things they might say (hey, yeah-hey . . . )

Po-jama people!

(Well . . . now) Po-jama people, people!

(I said) ARF! ARF! ARF!

I wish they'd all go away!



Po-jama people! (People!) (Oh, yeah)

Po-jama people special . . .

(I said, I said, I said)

Take one home with you, & save a dollar today

Po-jama people!

(It's a) Po-jama people, people! (Special)

Wrap 'em up

An' roll 'em out

Get 'em out of my way

HOEY! HOEY! HOEY!

Wrap 'em up

An' roll 'em out

Get 'em out of my way

HOEY! HOEY! HOEY!

Wrap 'em up

Roll 'em out

Get 'em out of my way

HOEY! HOEY! HOEY!



(YEAH-HA-HA!)
 
"Not good enough for truth or cliche"- by Escape the Fate

Let's go
Let's go

Hurtful words,
From my enemies of the last five years,
What's it like to die alone?

How does it feel when tears freeze,
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Something I cannot forget.

So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window,
Make sure you're still alive,
Just in time to kill you,

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
(I cannot feel what you've done to me)

So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window, window.
 
I can't. They are not appropriate for this site.
 
redtailfool;725642; said:
Me so Horny , Me love you long time ?

I'm flattered!
 
redtailfool;725642; said:
Me so Horny , Me love you long time ?

I was thinking Digital Underground: Humpty Dance but that was way better. :ROFL:
 
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In the evening, floating in the soup

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Ask a fish head anything you want to
They won't answer, they cant talk

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I took a fish head out to see a movie,
Didn't have to pay to get it in

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They're not good dancers, they don't play drums

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Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up
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