I was going to post Wish you were here but thiere are already 4 Pink Floyds songs here so...

Grandma's Song, by Steve Martin

Be courteous, kind and forgiving
Be gentle and peaceful each day
Be warn and human and grateful
And have a good thing to say.

Be thoughtful and trustful and childlike
Be witty and happy and wise
Be honest and love all your neighbors
Be insequeous, purple and clairvoiant.

Be pompous, obese and eat cactus
Be boring and dull and unpleasant
Critizice things you don't know about
Be oblong and have you knees removed

Be tasteless, rude and offensive
Live in a swamp and be threedimensional
Put a life chicken in your underwear
Get all excited and go to a yawningfestival

One of my favorites is Metallica's King Nothing, but I don't have the lyrics handy and it's late for me. I'll post them in here tomorrow when I'm conscious again. ;) [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Primitive Radio Gods:

"Standing outside a broken phone booth with money in my hand"

(What a title!)

Dennis Leary-

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we sometimes get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub - cockle area, maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys. We don't know.

I'm just a regular Joe,
With a regular job.
I'm your average white
Suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job,
My kids and my car,
My feet on my table...
...And a cuban cigar.

But sometimes that just ain't enough
To keep a man like me interested! (Oh no!) No way! Uh-uh!
No, I gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense!
(Oh, yeah!) Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

I drive really slow,
In the ultra - fast lane,
While people behind me
Are goin' insane!!

I'm an asshole! (He's an asshole!)
I'm an asshole! (He's the world's biggest asshole!)

I use public toilets
And I piss on the seat!
I walk around in the summertime
Going "How 'bout this heat?"

I'm an asshole! (Such an asshole!)
I'm an asshole! (He's a real ■■■■■■■ asshole!)

Sometimes I park
In handicapped spaces
While handicapped people
Make handicapped faces!

I'm an asshole! (He's an asshole!)
I'm an asshole! (He's the world's biggest asshole!)

Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong...
....NAH!!!

I'm an asshole! (He's an asshole!)
I'm an asshole! (He's an asshole!)

(Really long rant about various topics including nuclear weapons, John Wayne, and McDonalds)

I'm an asshole, and I'm proud of it.

Another one would have to be (other than any given Rage Against the Machine song)...

Eric Idle - Monty Python's Life of Brian

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse...
When you're chewing on life's gristle,
Don't grumble! Give a whistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And.......

Always look on the bright side of life! (Whistling)
Always look on the light side of life! (Whistling)

When life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten!
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing!
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps!
Just purse your lips and whistle!
That's the thing!
And...

Always look on the bright side of life! (Whistling)
Always look on the bright side of life! (Whistling)

For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word,
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin!
Give the audience a grin!
Enjoy it; it's your last chance anyhow!
So....

Always look on the bright side of death! (Whistling)
Just before you draw your terminal breath! (Whistling)

For life's a piece o' shit,
When you look at it!
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true!
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go,
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!
And...

Always look on the bright side of life! (Whistling)
Always look on the right side of life! (Whistling)

Always look on the bright side of life! (Come on, Brian! Cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life! (Whistling)
Always look on the bright side of life! (Worse things happen at sea, you know?)
Always look on the bright side of life! (I mean, what've you got to lose? You know, you come from nothing, you're going back to nothing. What've you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the bright side of life! (Nothing will come from nothing. You can't really say! Cheer up, y'old bugger. Come on, give us a grin! See? End of the film!)
(fade out)

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I won't kneel before apathy
I feel let it wash over me
You can see it in my eyes
You can hear it in my voice
I won't die silently

I will be forever

Kind, I'm not your kind!

Binary bible
Loose my soul and watch it burn
Hunt the shock logic
Edible knowledge
Digital predator

These are simphyxe trix
In a binary mix
0101 666
I'm broken and can't be fixed
This program can unplug my mind
Form in pure energy with
Nothing but an outlet to find

I hang the flag upside
down for the children
I hang the flag at half
staff for my generation...

Listen to it here
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[ 06-28-2002, 03:44 PM: Message edited by: /)eathKiller ]

Lunar Sanctum by Kamelot:

Little do I know
Little do I care
Little would it help
If I knew and was aware
Aim beyond the stars
Catch a glimpse of gold
A planetary chart
Where the stories are untold

There’s a piece of truth for everyone
Give me something to die for
Like a sacrifice for days bygone
In my solitude

There’s a place where I want to hide
With a view to a shallow moon
There’s a star in my cosmic mind
That reminds me of you

A gathering of wolfs
Under Luna’s light
Fear of the unknown
Make us worshippers at night

There’s a compromise for everyone
But I need something to die for
Like a sacrifice for days bygone
In my solitude

There’s a place where I want to hide
With a view to a shallow moon
There’s a star in my cosmic mind
That reminds me of you

Tokens of the afterlife
Feeding on the blood of Christ
Chasing for an alibi
Searching for the holy land
Following the master plan
Does it matter in end?

Souls unwoken
Hearts unbroken
Lunar rites
Seize tonight

Always loved this one. Read it all the way through, it just gets funnier.

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 them half to death,
Had a rifle in his hands, and cheap whisky on his breath,
From his beard to his boots, he was covered with ammo,
Like a big fat drunken disgruntled Rambo
And he smiled as he said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all, now your all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy, the night St Nick went insane,
Realising he'd been getting the wrong deal,
Something finally must have 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 old Rudulph into reindeer sausage!
He got Dancer and Prancer, with an old German Luger,
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Crueger!
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 Chris Cringle went nuts,
Now you can hardly walk around the North Pole,
without stepping in reindeer guts!

There's the National Guard and the FBI,
There's a van from the eye witness news,
And helicopters circlin' round in the sky,
And the bullets are flyin', the body counts risin,
And everyone's diein' to know, Oh, Santa why?
My, My, My, My, My, My
Used to be such a jolly guy,
(Noises of gun shots and screaming)

Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead,
Some guy from the swat team, blew a hole through his head,
Yes little friend now, that’s his brains on the floor,
Guess we won't have the fat guy, to kick around anymore!
But now there's no more presents, for the children's enjoyment,
And the elves' gotta stand in line to file for unemployment,
And they say Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night,
With a lawyer, negotiating the, movie rights!

The night, Santa went crazy, the night St. Nicolas flipped,
Broke his back for some, milk and cookies,
Sounds to me like he was tired of getting jipped,
The night Santa went crazy, the night St. Nick went insane,
Realising he'd been getting a raw deal,
Something finally must've snapped in his brain,
Something finally must've snapped in his brain,
Something finally must've snapped in his brain,

Taproot-Mentobe, just cuz its full of weird meanings and i like Stephens voice(the whole voice fetish thing is only a rumour....)

it's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge engulfs me
'cause the blast of fate a lesson to my eyes concerned
and overwhelmed theirs were of fear and i am feelin so empty inside
and yet it bruns so akward this time it's something with my pride lies
i cannot hide my true side and maybe in distress i can still come out laughing
that's the way i am this little boy proud of helping those in need
but he's not me but just maybe he could be
i can see it now because i am a hero to his eyes
temporarily blind this immature kid a spirit as well an angel hiding by helping
and wanting to understand me tears a waterfall of acide
cries from his eyes i need to recognize it's meant to be
am i hard to recognize what do i need to realize
why can't i see with my own ■■■■■■■ eyes what do i need to see

J:J

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p.s. sorry for all the fu**ing swearin'
p.p.s. sorry for that peice of undeveloped brain tissue matter analysing the world with a donut shaped cone of a fifth dimensional lamp post swearing as well.

[ 06-28-2002, 04:37 PM: Message edited by: FelixJaeger ]

This song has a good point and is all-around well done ;)

Clawfinger - Two Sides

There's nothing a god can give to me that I can't give to myself
I put my beliefs in the things I believe and a god can take care of himself
There's not enough love in the world for me to think about wasting my time
It's not that I don't believe at all but I can't need a heavenly sing
I can achieve the things I need without getting down on my knees
I can respect your religion but I don't want to pay your fees
I don't want to hear you talk about things you think that I need
So don't help me back on my feet again until you can hear me pied
Just look in the holy book of crooks and tell me what you can find
All the rules and regulations made to manipulate your mind
Don't pretend that you're blind, just open your mind and study historical times

The bigger the loss
the bigger the cost
the bigger the cross
and its crimes

I don't believe in god that I need to worship
I don't believe that I need to get down on my knees
I don't believe that voice from above can help me
I only believe in that I can see and the things I can achieve

Whatever belief you belong to there's still always a reason to doubt
And there's always another opinion as to what life is all about
There's always a bigger dimension and a different point of view
So I don't want to try to change you that decision is up to you
Whatever your final choice is and however you chose to live
You better be happy for what you can get and happy with what you can give
There's only one thing to remember there is only one thing you can do
And that is to do unto others as you'd have others do unto you

Two sides two sides to every story
two stories more makes four new ones to chose
Four sides four sides to every story
four stories more makes eight new ones to chose
Eight sides eight sides to every story
eight stories more now which one should you chose
now which one can you use