The Random Lyrics Thread!

B ut beliefe is not to know this
Belife is just some faith
nd faith can help you to escape.

 

i am the hippo
i am the hippo
hippo hippo hippo
i am the hippo

 

it seems today, that all we see is violence in the movies and sex on tv
but where are those good old fashioned values that we used to ignore?
lucky as a family guy
luck as a man who
positivly can do
all the things that make you...F'in cry
HES A FAM-ILYYY GUYYYYYYY!

 

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
Does he know that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences
like "I love you far too much"?

Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
That you won't ever see
But must hold inside yourself eternally

I drug your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
In every city, memories would whisper
"Here is where you rest"
I was determined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone
Sang into your machine
"You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine"

I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
She had eyes bright enough to burn me
They reminded me of yours
And in a story told she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes
Where a secret was concealed
And it rose like thunder
Clapped under our hands
And it stretched for centuries
To a diary entry's end where I wrote
"You make me happy (WHAT?)
When the skies are gray
You make me happy (WHAT?)
When skies are gray and gray and gray"

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days
For all the ones who've left there are a few that stayed
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass
Where I was laid

 

God bless you please Mrs Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey

 

The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter
and i cant get your body out of my mind

 

i'll be your girl if you say its a gift

 

it was a slap in the face
how quickly i was replaced
and are you thinking of me
when you fuck her?

 

she is your everything - everything i used to be to you
and darling, thats fine
as long as you say it to my face
so lie to me
i know you want to

 

Mary McGreggor she was a pretty whore
she'd always greet you with a smile and never locked her door
but on the day she died, i'll admit its kinda weak,
but Mary McGreggor finally got some sleep

 

so what am i
please tell me

 

whatever words i say
i will always love you
i will always love you

 

i gotta woman shes so mean she puts my boots in the washing machiene
puts bubble gum in my food
and takes my picture when im nude
shes funny
calls me hunny
wants my money
~bob dylan

 

we are we are
the youth of the nation
we are we are
the youth of the nation

 

Who are those people?
So patriotically sittin' back of tables
POn their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me
You'd think the way the act, the way they carry on,
You'd think I was the devil's seventh son.
But it's only words. It's just a song
Ain't gonna hurt no one.

 

this is your life
and its ending one minute at a time

 

on top of spagettie all covered with cheese

 

im hungry !

 

take me away

 

if you could only see
the look in her eyes
when she says
when she says she loves me