The "How Best To Massacre Lyrics" Thread...

Hey-yo all. We're gonna make a wee story now. The deal is, post an incomplete sentence from any song lyric, and wait for a few people to add their own. I'll chuck two down as an example, and then let the senseless quotation rage on...

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting [add yours here]

It just turns into a huge rambling mess, which is kinda awesome in it's own way. Might be an idea to just cite the name of the song and band when you add something.

Red = 'West End Girls' - The Pet Shop Boys
Green = 'Both Hands' - Ani DiFranco

All groovy? K. Let's go...

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to. Nothing compares to

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am gettingmy party and I'll cry if I want to. Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to. Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to. Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby. Father told us to be

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby.

Father told us to be "Oh so quiet... shhh... sshhh... sshhhh..." And I will take you to the moon and back if you'll be

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby.

Father told us to be "Oh so quiet... shhh... sshhh... sshhhh..." And I will take you to the moon and back if you'll be

Bob Marley, poet and a proffet. I dont ever wana feel, like I did that day, take me to

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby.

Father told us to be "Oh so quiet... shhh... sshhh... sshhhh..." And I will take you to the moon and back if you'll be Bob Marley, poet and a prophet. I dont ever wana feel, like I did that day, take me to one ray of sunlight to hold in my mammals, so let's do

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby.

Father told us to be "Oh so quiet... shhh... sshhh... sshhhh..." And I will take you to the moon and back if you'll be Bob Marley, poet and a prophet. I dont ever wana feel, like I did that day, take me to one ray of sunlight to hold in my mammals, so let's do someone like you.

To die by your side

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby.

Father told us to be "Oh so quiet... shhh... sshhh... sshhhh..." And I will take you to the moon and back if you'll be Bob Marley, poet and a prophet. I dont ever wana feel, like I did that day, take me to one ray of sunlight to hold in my mammals, so let's do someone like you.

To die by your side seriously....its been a long time... give me a kiss before you...

 

Sometimes you're better off dead, there's the low moan of the dialtone again, and I am getting my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Nothing compares to Whisky in the jar-o. If theres a bustle in your curse of this town, and they're waiting for that second angel in the lobby.

Father told us to be "Oh so quiet... shhh... sshhh... sshhhh..." And I will take you to the moon and back if you'll be Bob Marley, poet and a prophet. I dont ever wana feel, like I did that day, take me to one ray of sunlight to hold in my mammals, so let's do someone like you.

To die by your side seriously....its been a long time... give me a kiss before you twist again like we did last summer, twist again [in] a house in New orleans that they call