Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

In the morning, laughing happy fish heads
In the evening, floating in the soup

Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

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

Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

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

Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

They can't play baseball, they don't wear sweaters
They're not good dancers, THEY DON'T PLAY DRUMS.

Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

Roly-Poly fish heads are never seen drinking cappucinos
in Italian restaurants with Oriental women....yeaahhhh

Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!
Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!
Fish heads, Fish heads, Roly Poly Fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUM!

Yeah!

Laur1981 posted:

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

FUCK YES!!!! i miss Weeds oh so very much

btw...i actually found the song on myspace and made this my profile song for a while...i was in love with it!



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Everybody have fun tonight--Everybody Wang Chung tonight!

Blow,blow me out i am so sad I don't why

bigtimehardlinebadluckfistfuck

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the RAW deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers, and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now, ya can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
In a helicopter circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flying the body count's rising
And everyone’s dying to know -"Oh Santa, why?"
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.

Yes Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out on good behaviour in seven hundred more years.

But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights.
(They talk about)

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped

Wo, The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' the RAW deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Wo, Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya, somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain.

What's with these homies dissin' my girl? Why do they gotta front?

you make me feel
there's a part of me, that i want to get back again

im checking 'em out, im checkin' out
i got it figured out, iiiiiiiiiiiiiii got it figured out

i love the way he sings that lol.

I doubt anyone reads these, but I'm really bored right now and have plenty of time to waste copying and pasting lyrics. So I present the most random and lyrics collection ever. I challenge anyone else to come up with something so pointless.

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick , he's obscene
......................................

I know you got it but you got to go
I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow
I hate to do it, but I did it though
I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is no risk
I got the souped up car and what you call tripping on the boom box etymological
I ride the fader and I ride it low
I'm gonna slip into the field like Han Solo
......................................

In my fantasy
You look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You're my deep secret
I'm your pantomime
I'll just move my hands
I promise You'll see what I mean
....................................

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
........................

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.
....................................

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same
it takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know
why can't you see
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne,
Arnold Layne
................................

I go on holiday to spain
on a charter aeroplane!
Oh dear, oh dear!
I loan my money, if im able,
No charge/hassle! -Thank you, Mable.
Oh no! Oh no!
Hes so straight he's a weirdo!
-Im so straight i'm a weirdo.
Hes so straight he's a weirdo!
-Im so straight i'm a weirdo.
He so strange.
Weirdo, weirdo, weirdo!
....................

And I saved the best for last... The most profound lyrics ever written...

It's like boom (boom)
I put it in the hoop
Like slam (slam)
I heard the crowd screaming
out jam (jam)
I swear that I'm telling you the facts
Cuz that's how I beat Shaq

"Happiness is a Warm Gun"

She's not a girl who misses much
do do do do do do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.

The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots.

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working over time.

A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms(oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger(oh, yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
Because,(happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is(bang bang shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot)
Well don't you know that (happiness) is a warm gun,(is a warm gun, yeah).

1979
The Smashing Pumpkins

Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin' dues down to see

That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go
Beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it to see

That we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of now
As you see there's no one around

Not only is this song in my head right now but.....
*points to current post number*

hellz yeah!



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Queen of nothinG posted:

I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked
Yes, it did!

There is no you
There is only me!!

"Atmosphere"
-Joy Division


Walk in silence,
Dont walk away, in silence.
See the danger,
Always danger,
Endless talking,
Life rebuilding,
Dont walk away.

Walk in silence,
Dont turn away, in silence.
Your confusion,
My illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Dont walk away.

People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Dont walk away in silence,
Dont walk away.

come on in, we're cooking something good
we're shaking it up in the neighborhood
with a little bit of this
and a little pinch of that
we're stirring up the magic!!!!

oh, yeah!
i got my spoon
and my magic pan
we're cooking up stories
THEN IT'S TIME TO JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/08/2008 10:36PM by Peligro.