Inspirational Song Lyrics

What inspires you?

It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee

He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old Stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
Stagger Lee

His woman threw him out in the ice and the snow
And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
Stagger Lee

So he walked though the rain an he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
Stagger Lee

He said, "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am"
And the barkeeper said, "No, I don't give a good goddamn"
To Stagger Lee

He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Mr. Stagger Lee

Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you everyday"
Mr Stagger Lee

Well, those were the last words that the barkeep said
'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head
Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee

She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"
She said, "You look like you ain't scored in quite a time.
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
Mr. Stagger Lee

"But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
Stagger Lee"

"I'll stay here till Billy Dilly comes in, till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll fuck Billy Dilly in his motherfucking ass"
Said Stagger Lee

"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
But I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"
Said Stagger Lee

Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and said, "You must be
That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Stagger Lee

"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, because if you don't you're sure to be dead"
Said Stagger Lee

Billy Dilly dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled him full of lead
Oh yeah.

 

uuhhh huhhh

 

I'm about to come and get you
Your family's gonna miss you
I'm pullin out my pistol
'Bout to put some bullets in you
Rippin through your muscle tissue
Point blank range
Straight to hell is where I'll send you
I'll leave your blood leakin
And chop your body parts into little bitty pieces
Then I'll burn your remains
Won't think twice about it
'Cause I'm legally insane
I got homicidal thoughts
And a schizophrenic brain
Can't nobody stop me
Murder is my hobby
In my free-time, I like to dismember bodies

 

When i die, fuck it i wanna go to hell
`Cause i`m a piece of shit,it ain`t hard to fuckin` tell
i`t don`t make sense going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white i like black Tims and black hoodi-hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin` all day, no gettin` my dick licked
hangin` with the goodie-goodies loungin` in paradise
Fuck that shit i wanna, i tote guns and shoot dice

All my life i been considered as the worst
Lyin` to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin` abortion

She don`t even love me, like she did when i was younger
Suckin` on her chest just to stop my fuckin` hunger
i wonder if i died,would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My babies` mothers 8 months, her little sister 2
Who`s to blame for both of them
I swear to God i just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed`s, completely red
I`m glad im dead ,a worthless fukcin` Buddha head
The stress is buildin` up, I can`t

I can`t believe suicide is on my fucking mind
I wan`t to leave i swear to God i feel like death is fuckin` calling me
Naw you wouldn`t understand
You see it`s kinds like the crack did to Pookie, In New Jack

Except when i cross over, there ain`t no comin` back
Should i die on the train track, Like Remo on beat street
People on the funeral frontin` like they miss me
My baby moma kissed me, but she is glad i`m gone

She knew my and her sisiter had something going on
I reached my peak and can`t speak
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I`m sikc of niggas lyin`, i`m sick of bitches hawkin`
matter of fack i`m sick of talkin`

biggie

 

Hey yo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to Tupac

Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold on newlots

I was too young, couldnt get up in clubs back in the old days

We used rob and terrorize kids in front of homebase

If Funkmaster Flex was inside, rockin the whole place

We was outside, smacking kids and snatchin gold chains

Baggin mad pigeons, catchin mad digits, bad bitches

And when they came around we had to blast bisquits

A bunch of bad Brooklyn kids that always had pistols

Broken and broken homes, we always had issues

And mad problems worshippin gangstas and bankrobbers

Watchin star fade startin fights and rap conscience (?)

Until we realized how to get the real money

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money

Its funny how the money make the whole world love you

Jealous cats hate you, dime pigeons

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Got the IRS lookin at you, wanna fuck you

Sniffin so much blow, you dont know if you can trust you

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Go against the Ill Bill, and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you

Leave you with a tube and ya throat to suck through (?)

We jewels, we dust brothers fuck

You thugs love us, ? the gunslingers and drughustlers

Where my gangstas at?

 

Ewan Maccoll - Ballad of accounting

 

hahaha, im inspired.:cheers2:

 

As am I:sifone:

 

Holiday

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)

(3,4)

"The representative from California has the floor"

Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday

Handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Look at me Look at me
Hands in the air like its good to be
Alive and I'm a famous rapper
Even when the paths are all crookedy
I can show you how to dosey doe
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And i can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to De Colores
And I'm proud to be an American
Me and my friends saw a platypus
Me and my friends made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want 'Cause

Look

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome
I can see you face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me look at me
Just called to say that its good to be
Alive in such a small world
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine
64 miles to the gallon on gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computer survive aquatic
Conditions I know how to run the business
And i can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance 'Cause

I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
And I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can handout a million vaccinations
Or let em all die from exasperations
Have 'em all healed from their lacerations
Or have em all killed by assassinations
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like 'em
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command because

I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope

And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust[x5]

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars [x2]
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars [x2]




Cheesy, but hey, I'm allowed to be.

 

Yes there are two paths you can go by, but
in the long run there's still time to change the road you're on.

Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.​

And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, oh if.... I wont have to cry no more.

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America​

 

I actually like some of the songs posted here, which is surprisingly pleasant.

Here's one off the top of my head...

Golden years, goldwhop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Dont let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, lifes begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
Theres my baby, lost thats all
Once Im begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby

Ill stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothings gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Some of these days, and it wont be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Dont cry my sweet, dont break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years

Theres my baby, lost thats all
Once Im begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Dont let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years

Ill stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothings gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

About to go water some plants and listen to it.

 

The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four"
"License and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you I know alot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clapping
He and his boys gon' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was horrasin them
Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain't one
Hit me

 

I'm just a sweet transvestite
from Transsexual
Transylvania

 

How often do you show guys your favorite... obsession?

 

Whenever I need them for relieving my..


tension.

 

Well...

I'll get you a satanic...

Mechanic.

 

Oh, don't get strung up.

 

Strung out?


Shit, I broke the combo.

 

Well, I suppose we could always take in an old Steve Reeves movie.

 

It was good while it lasted.


Here's another simply inspirational song...

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it makes plants grow
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the wind
Who cares that it makes breezes
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Not everyone
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun

Who loves the rain
Who cares that it makes flowers
Who cares that it makes showers
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it is shining
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Not everyone
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Sun
Sun
Sun

Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Not everyone
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun