Archive for February, 2008

Before He Cheats

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Right now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,
and she’s probably getting frisky…
Right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can’t shoot whiskey…
Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo…

And he don’t know…

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louivilles slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires…

Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

Right now, she’s probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karaoke..
Right now, she’s probably saying “I’m drunk”
and he’s a thinking that he’s gonna get lucky,
Right now, he’s probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo

Ohh,And he don’t know…

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,

carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louivilles slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires…

Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

I might’ve saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats…

Oh, you know it won’t be on me!

Ohh… not on me…
Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louivilles slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires…

Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

Ohh.. Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats…

Ohh… before he cheats…

All-American Girl

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Since the day they got married,
He’d been playing for a little baby boy.
Someone he could take fishing,
Throw the football and be his pride and joy.
He could already see him holding that trophy,
Taking his team to state.
But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket,
All those big dreams changed.

CHORUS
And now he’s wrapped around her finger,
She’s the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.

Sixteen short years later,
She was falling for the senior football star.
Before you knew it he was dropping passes,
Skipping practice just to spend more time with her.

The coach said “Hey son, what’s your problem? Tell me, have you lost your mind?”
Daddy said “You’ll lose your free ride to college. Boy you better tell her goodbye”.

CHORUS
But now he’s wrapped around her finger,
She’s the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American…

And when they got married and decided to have one of their own,
She said “Be honest, tell me what do you want?”
And he said “Honey, you oughta know… Sweet, little, beautiful… one just like you. Oh a beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American…”

Now he’s wrapped around her finger,
She’s the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.
Oh American Girl.

Stronger

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

(Work it, make it, do it,
Makes us harder, better, faster, STRONGER!) [played throughout]

(Work it harder make it better,
do it faster makes us stronger,
more than ever, hour after
hour work is never over ) [played throughout]

n-n-now-th-that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I can’t get much wronger
Man I been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long I’ve been on ya

I need ya right now
I need ya right now

Let’s get lost tonight
You could be my black Kate Moss tonight
Play secretary, I’m the boss tonight.
And you don’t give a f**k what they all say, right?
Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior
Damn they don’t make ‘em like this anymore
I ask, cause I’m not sure
Do anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
Cause right now thou has forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I would even show up to this fake shit
So go ahead go nuts, go ape shit
Especially in my pastelle, all my bape shit
Act like you can’t tell who made this
New gospel homey take six, and take this, haters

N-n-now th-that that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I can’t get much wronger
Man I been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long I’ve been on ya

I need ya right now
I need (Me likey) ya right now

I don’t know if you got a man or not
If you made plans or not

If God put me in your plans or not
I’m trippin’, this drink got me sayin’ alot
But I know that God put you in front of me
So how the hell could you front on me
There’s a thousand yous
Theres only one of me
I’m trippin’, I’m caught up in the moment right?
‘Cause it’s Louis Vuitton Don night
So we goin’ do everything that Kan like
Heard they’d do anything for a Klondike
Well I’d do anything for a blonde dyke
And she’ll do anything for the limelight
And we’ll do anything when the time’s right
Uh, baby you’re makin’ it
(Harder, better, faster, stronger)oh

Th-that that don’t kill me(oh)
Can only make me stronger(oh)
I need you to hurry up now(oh)
Cause I can’t wait much longer(oh)
I know I got to be right now(oh)
Cause I can’t get much wronger(oh)
Man I been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long I’ve been on ya

I need ya right now
I need ya right now

You know how long I’ve been on ya?
Since prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had Isotoners

Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya

Uh, baby you’re makin’ it

(Harder, better, faster, stronger)

N-n-now th-that that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I can’t get much wronger
Man I been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long I’ve been on ya

I need ya right now
I need ya right now

You know how long I’ve been on ya?
Since prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had Isotoners
Don’t act like I never told ya
You know how long I’ve been on ya?
Since prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had Isotoners
Don’t act like I never told ya

told ya,told ya never told ya
told ya,told ya never told ya
told ya,told ya never told ya
told ya,told ya never told ya
told ya,told ya never told ya

Never over
Never over
Never over
Never over
Never over
Never over
Never over

n.a.s.a baught ya
listen to what i taught ya
dont act like i(never) fukdd ya
stronger

Tears Dry on Their Own

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

All I’ll can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we knw,
And this regret I got accustomed to.
Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.
I knew I hadn’t met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don’t know why I got so attached.
It’s my responsibility,
And you don’t owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don’t understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there’s so many bigger things at hand.
We could’ve never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.
Even if I stop wanting you
And perspective pushes true,
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon.
I couldn’t play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not f**k myself in the head with stupid men.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In my blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry…

You Know I’m No Good

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I’m out the door
You’re tear men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He’s in the place, but I can’t get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pitter
You say we married, ’cause you’re not bitter
There’ll be none of him no more

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We’re like how we were again
I’m in the tub you on the sink
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you know this little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it’s the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I’m no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I’m no good

Addicted

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Tell your boyfriend next time he around
To buy his own weed and don’t wear my shit down
I wouldn’t care if he would give me some more
I’d rather him leave you than leave him my ‘dro
When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine
And you get yours

Once is enough to make me attack
So bring me a bag and your man can come back
I’ll check him at the door make sure he got green
I’m tighter than airport security teams
When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

I’m my own man
So when will you learn
That you got a man but I got to burn
Don’t make no difference if I end up alone
I’d rather have myself a smoke my homegrown
Its got me addicted does more than any dick did

Yeah I can get mine and you get yours
Yeah I can get mine and you get yours

Love Is A Losing Game

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

For you I was a flame,
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came,
Love is losing game

One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band,
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand,
Love is a losing hand

Self professed profound
Til’ the chips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Tho’ I battled blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love it is a fate resigned

Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game

Back to Black

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

He left no time to regret,
Kept his dick wet,
With his same old safe bet.
Me & my head high,
And my tears dry,
Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed
From all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked,
I go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us

I love you much
It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe,
And I’m a tired penny rolling up the walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
I go back to…
I go back to…

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black

Another one bites the dust

Friday, February 8th, 2008

Steve walks warily down the street,
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet,
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Chorus

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think I’m going to get along,
Without you, when you’re gone
You took me for everything that I had,
And kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Chorus

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he’s down
But I’m ready, yes I’m ready for you
I’m standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating the sound of the beat

We built this city

Friday, February 8th, 2008

We built this city,
We built this city on rock and roll

Say you don’t know me, or recognize my face
Say you don’t care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night

Marconi plays the Mamba,
Listen to the radio
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll!
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares they’re always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

Marconi plays the Mamba,
Listen to the radio
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll!
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

It’s just another Sunday in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, and we just lost the beat

Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars
Don’t tell us you need us, ’cause we’re the ship of fools
Looking for America, crawling through your schools

Don’t you remember …

Marconi plays the Mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don’t you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

We built, we built this city yeah
We built this city
We built, we built this city
(Repeat - fade)