I won’t run away I don’t need a reason why With all the things you say Running through my mind Chorus. Only half way needing me Too bad I half forgot you I know you want your freedom Well I don’t Tied up with all your reasons Enough to numb the feelings I know you think its alright Well I don’t I can’t live this way I can’t seem to find the time Got to find a way To leave it all behind Chorus And when I leave this planet There's things I leave hehind I'll never quite forget you You're always in my mind Chorus
how's tis for some shit? here's a little rap i've been hopin to get a beat behind... we want peace in the middle east/ alternative fuels are the work of the beast/ burn it on up its an oil feast/ at least turn up the heat, we wouldn't want you to shiver/ forget about the soldier with the bullet in his liver/ there's a river of black stuff flowin over there/ why shouldn't haliburton have their share?/ after all, the US freed iraq/ but they were provokin us, we would never just attack/ we were after those weapons of mass destruction/ not to mention those contracts of reconstruction/ crude production chorus.. blah blah bushit have you any oil?/ oh yeah, we got plenty under foreign soil/ blah blah bushit watcha gonna do?/ we gonna drop a bunch a bombs and send the haliburton crew what's all this about bio fuels?/ that kinda talk's for terraists and fools/ like usin mules instead of tractors/ next you'll wanna talk about global warming factors/ goddamn actors need to keep their mouths shut/ harrlson'll have people livin in a hemp hut/ but hey! hemp's a menace to society/ a plant of the evil variety/ the piety of every green herb is a lie/ that part of religion don't fly/ we'll stick with eye for an eye chorus how many times do we have to tell ya?/ we'd never do anything to fail ya/ didn't we mail ya three hundred bucks?/ damn poor folks are some ungrateful fucks/ it sucks this country isn't run by a king/ then we could really let bushism ring/ people wouldn't sing any songs like this/ that'd be the end of this foolishness/ one goulish wish to rule the world/ to see the stars and stripes the only flag unfurled/ the whole world hurled into one last war/ one more needless slaughter just to settle the score/ what's it for? chorus -------------------- communism is a state of mind
yeah. if you're on the verge of killin yourself. what's with all the gloom and doom? aren't we all still alive?
God... I'm just looking through a box of songs I wrote. There's some from last year still in here. I've got to get rid of some... there's like... single verses on paper and ideas I started... Here's one from about five days ago. I used to post songs all the time on here. Somewhere along the line I quit bothering. What you see here is my heart bleeding For your voice, for your smile What is told here is a tale of needing To be in your arms, been a while Why can't I breathe in this tiny room here? Why can't I see through these lies? Why can't I run through these walls here? So I could gaze into your eyes What I feel here is my heart bleeding And I can't recall, the fall What is said here is a tale of needing To be near you, that is all Why can't I breathe in this tiny room here? Why can't I see through these lies? Why can't I run through these walls here? So I could gaze into your eyes meh... the epitome of suction. ----------------------------------------- I could trip over my rug and I could land into my desk with crashes And I could come in on cue when discovery health talks about rashes But you never seem to be so amused at the simple things. And I’m trying to be in your eyes someone that I can't ever be She thinks that Jim Bob does it better than me No matter what I do So I write songs about nonsensical bullshit just to prove that I can do it too. I never leave my room and I play guitar twenty-four, seven and feel depressed And the neighbors still knock on the door as if they are guests And I can’t believe that these are the reasons why I feel so bad And it’s not as if your fantasy is something you could even have She thinks that Jim Bob does it better than me No matter what I do So I write songs about nonsenical bullshit just to prove that I can do it too. I keep this lyrical shit I write next to Michener and Orwell As if it’s some work of art And it kinda makes me feel like Arthur Fonzerelli Only after jumping the shark He could repeat his sister’s name in masturbation, sweet pleasure, and dismay Or ask Jim Bob to explain himself in my own peculiar way But it looks as if I’ll have to win your heart another day Fuck this, I think I'll just go become gay...
