post some weird lyrics you wrote. i dont know if youd consider this weird, but I was bored and thinking about how I was sick of all the high school drama. so i made a song about it =D its called "high school drama queen" =P hahahahahahahahah its meant to be sung in a way good charlotte would sing ::barf:: ive never written any songs before so dont expect this to be good Suzy met Ashton He became her world Yeah, just a typical Blonde teenage girl They held hands And fucked on the third date Dated for months But then Ashton met Kate And now Suzy hates him And his slut Kate Tore the photos, threw out his gifts The very thought of him makes her insane (Say it) (Say it) (You're a high school drama queen) Kelly's mom left when she was 10 Kelly says she doesn't want to see the bitch again Dresses in black, dyed her hair Cuts her wrists, sees what she can bear Her friends wear makeup Too bad they're all guys Cover themselves in black And darken their eyes They love to bitch about the world Worship ICP And wonder why They can't get any non fucked up girls Chorus: Say it, say it You're a high school drama queen You cry when you're happy, fucked up and mad Love to make yourself feel oh so bad Yeah Say it, say it You're a high school drama queen Brittany was ditzy Believed what people told her Thought she was getting mature Cuz now she was a sophomore She went to a party Snorted some coke Went to the bedroom just as a "joke" Came out pregnant (oh no) Ditzy Brittany found out two weeks later Didn't have a clue what her parents would say to her She's going to name it Stacey or Bobby Be another trash can mommy (Say it) (Say it) (You're a high school drama queen) Chorus Yeah I know what you do And I know about the guys you screw Cry yourself to bed at night Cuz you fucked up with a thing called life Write in your diary, rip out the pages Just crying over everything you've ever hated Thinking maybe some day you'll be loved But you've got it in your head that everything is screwed up Starve yourself, cut your wrists It's like a soap show This is it, this is it Life just punched you Now wake up Chorus You're a high school drama queen ok, so post yours.
Always there to bring you down In every city and every town With their cameramen and three letter names Taking pride in their little games It's the act that broke the silence From corporate scandals to broad street violence And there's no way out of it, we all know You could open your mind and let it flow And it's not an act of violence Just your civil liberties at work Build you up to bring you down In every city and every town What happened to freedom of speech Is there any way to know Freedom from the dark press and media Nobody knows what direction it could go I seem to have fallen Amongst the armoir dust As I wonder-- to whom, emporers of the metropolitan Bequeathed their armored lust Barefoot soldiers on the sand Who am I, where did I land An army of such youthful soul Spare me now or take my whole I am on my knees Am not begging, seeking rest Finds myself questioning the man at the alter For he is nothing but a mess Politics-- I answer you Something faith does not lie amidst, my fears And quite clearly, seeking, presently I'm ringing in your ears Over the bridge of time, now all's revealed, How the tyranny of irresponsibility reigns. Prosperity denied, esteem and honor unsealed, And the energies of a people's re-strained Barefoot soldies amongst the grains of time Time of the essence calls to be a part of my mind Searching for the answer, I seem to have fallen Is this just my sea of madness or is it something that we're all in Our ship is tended to by the suits Pulling from us, our every root Excuse me sir, won't you show me the way Is not my path my light of day Old stuff.... ©2005 George M. Snow
F- U- N- Thats the way we spell "Fun" Come come come and sing with me Come come come and sit with me Come come come, sit in the sun
On the river of time floats a steamboat, Full of eternal certainties. I could ride with the King of Cycles But the price is much too high for me, For right to fight the losing battle, Is what a man’s ticket would cost. Since I cannot board, I’ll be stuck here. Just melting in the frost. The marquee above Atlantis, Reads Aphrodite versus Guinevere. The mermaids are selling popcorn, As mathematicians watch in fear. The enlightened do not speak, They never blink or borrow, And tramps like me can rely on nothing, But inevitable tomorrow. And the ladies who wear black roses, Never give Grandpa Charlie a thrill. They say his yellow fingernails guide him. They say his soul is ill. But he’s a good friend to drink with, It’s nice not to talk to the wall. We like to witness green jacket happenings, With the razor-cuts, masks, and all. I give my thanks to the strangers, And the strangers yet to come. As I walk into a barren schoolyard, Where the children yell, "Run, man run!" And I shout back at them with alarm "You mean go all alone?!" But nothing has worth without sacrifice, And comfort comes from the unknown. Silence works its way into my bedroom, And it leaves me terrified. I send out screams to fight it off, But they all take silence’s side. And like the worm stuck to edge down a cactus, Like the eel that’s been stranded ashore, I may have lost this battle, But I’ll never give up the war. Now carol can coax rain from the sun, As her dark sunglasses would suggest. But she’ll never find a purpose, For she grades her own final test. And I’m locked in my own garden, With an eye on each side of the fence. Wondering where I can buy some wit, And where I can hide the evidence. ©2005 Katie Oliver Old stuff here as well...
Cod sex It's only oil Tend to your threads And let them boil They're okay Just let them sway Tell me, is it time Neigh.
