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Brand New - Seventy Times 7
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I’ve held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do
Everyone’s caught on to.
As if this happening wasn’t enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover’s over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, “Jesse, stay asleep in bed.”
So don’t apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don’t tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do
Everyone’s caught on to
And everyone’s caught on to everything you do (And I can’t let you, let me down again.)
Everyone’s caught on to (And I can’t let you, let me down again)
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let’s end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do (And I can’t let you, let me down again)
Everyone’s caught on to (And I can’t let you, let me down again)
And everyone’s caught on to everything you do (And I can’t let you, let me down again)
Everyone’s caught on to (And I can’t let you, let me down again)
dude that is sick…i love it…
sweet i made the quotes of honor.
Brand New always has some twisted lyrics, but i like the music, even though it makes me want to kill small animals and innocent bystanders.
Another favorite…
Third Eye Blind- Slow Motion
Miss Jones taught me English
But I think I just shot her son
'Cause he owed me money
With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
Now he’s bleeding in a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn’t mean it
But man, you shoulda seen it
His flesh explode
Slow motion see me let go
We tend to die young
Slow motion see me let go
What a brother knows
Slow motion see me let go
Now the cops will get me
But girl, if you would let me
I’ll take your pants off
I got a little bit of blow we could both get off
Later bathing in the afterglow
Two lines of coke I cut with Drano
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful ruby red
Slow motion see me let go
We’ll remember these days
Slow motion see me let go
Urban life decays
Slow motion see me let go
And at home
My sister’s eating paint chips again
Maybe that’s why she’s insane
I shut the door to her moaning
And I shoot smack in my veins
Wouldn’t you?
See my neighbor’s beating his wife
Because he hates his life
There’s a knock to his fist as he swings
Oh man, what a beautiful thing
And death slides close to me
Won’t grow old to be
A junkie wino creep
Hollywood glamorized my wrath
I’m a young urban psychopath
I incite murder for your entertainment
'Cause I needed the money
What’s your excuse?
The joke’s on you
Slow motion see me let go
Oh yeah
Slow motion see me let go
Slow motion see me let go
In every one of these posts, people should put the band and song title lol.
haha, good point
yeah good point
I love my Honda like I love my ganja
I’ll smoke ya v-8 like I smoke marijuana
Back up boy and show some respect
My Honda civic has a 4 cylinder vtec
When I go out people wanna see my ride
They always stare at the “Type R” on the side
I painted my hood black for that carbon fiber look
My windshield wiper lights that off tha fuckin hook
I took off my hubcaps cause they give me better times
When I rip a new track I’m stunnin on my rhymes
My exhaust turned sideways with a 5 inch tip
I raced a z06 and took home his pink slip
I got a new spoiler from J.C. whitney
It’s a 15 inch doublestak worth every penny
APC decals and two racing stripes
4 ion blue daytime runiing lights
When I take off tha front tires go up in smoke
And chevy’s with 350’s ain’t nothing but a joke
Went to Pep Boys and bought all the neon lights
Its like Las Vegas when you see me at night
Don’t mess with tha vtec cause it’ll send ya home
Cryin lika fat kid that dropped his ice cream cone
When ya see my comin get outta my way
I gotta cruise tha mall cause you know its Friday
I doing loud fly-bys all down tha highway
Bumping some techno with my visor turned sideways
If you wanna race ya ass will get tossed
I throw in it neutral and rev up the exhaust
I’m gonna leave your ass in a world on pain
My adrenaline rushin with tha rice in my veins
Nutra slam it in drive when the light turns green
And I’ll eat a Saleen like ya momma lean cusine
I got another victory in the “domestic basher”
I’ll pull in front of you and throw on my flashers
When ya lost you called me a cheater
Ya just couldn’t hang with the 1.6 liter
Tha Civic is more like a rocket than it is a car
You’ll be sayin to ya self “damn is that a type R”
Don’t mess with Hondas cause they’re outta ya class
I wait till ya get beside me trying ta pass
Let ya hear tha vtec when I step on tha gas
Next thing ya know your ass is finishin last
I fix you a “Type R” burger with some vtec sauce
You’re ass will be fired cause Honda is tha boss
Is NOT called nitrious tha shit is called called NOS
You should know by now your life is a loss
It’s about time you stop driving all them wrecks
Get a job at hardees and save all ya checks
Or sue KFC for falling on ya neck
And when you get paid buy yourself a Vtec
Necro is the shit meng!! I’m all about the Jedi Mind Tricks, Non Phixion, Goretex etc. :nod
i think everyone knows this song…in case you dont, its at the bottom
We’re no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do i
A full commitment’s what i’m thinking of
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how i’m feeling
Gotta make you understand
- never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We’ve know each other for so long
Your heart’s been aching
But you’re too shy to say it
Inside we both know what’s been going on
We know the game and we’re gonna play it
And if you ask me how i’m feeling
Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see
(* repeat)
Give you up. give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, five you up
I just wanna tell you how i’m feeling
Gotta make you understand
(* repeat 3 times)
Rick Astley–Never Gonna Give You Up
you and this damn song…lol
its soo addicting that one night you were playing it
haha, rick astley is the fucking man! i just added that ringer to my phone too
lol
HAHAHA ME 2
every time my phone rings, I get Rick Rolled!
HAHA
Rick Astley? Dude what the…!?
How old were you when his album came out?
(Props btw for the pick) hahah
I dunno man, Li’l Wayne makes Fifty look like a lyrical genius…
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
I’ve got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I’ve gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life
Cause I’ve trusted for nothing
I’ve been led astray
I’ve been tried and tested
But I won’t accept defeat
Now I’ve done things I regret
And its time to reverse the rules
I just want to make good on
All the promises that I have made
I will be
I will be…I will be heard
I will be…I will be heard
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
I’ve got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I’ve gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life
Cause I’ve trusted for nothing
I’ve been led astray
I’ve been tried and tested
But I won’t accept defeat
Now I’ve done things I regret
And its time to reverse the rules
I just want to make good on
All the promises that I have made
I will be
I will be…I will be heard
I will be…I will be heard
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)
I will be
Hatebreed-I will be heard
fuckin great song
(“Ha ha, well now! We call this the act of mating. But there are several
other very important differences between human beings and animals that you
should know about.”)
(whisper: “I’d appreciate your input”)
Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex is a Texas drought me
and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I’ll bet you’ll feel nuts
Yes, I’m Siskel, yes I’m Ebert and you’re getting two thumbs up
You’ve had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you’re out of bounds
I want to you smothered, want you covered, like my Waffle House hash browns
Come quicker than Fed Ex, never reaching apex like Coca-Cola stock you are
inclined to make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
CHORUS:
(do it now)
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
(do it again now)
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
(gettin’ horny now)
Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean, means “small craft
advisory”
So if I capsize in your thighs, high tide, B-5, you sunk my battle ship
Please turn me on, I’m Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I’ll show you mine “Tool Time”, you’ll Lovett just like
Lyle
And then we’ll do it doggie style so we can both watch X-Files
(Chorus)
(repeat)
(repeat)
Bloodhound Gang–The Bad Touch