Josie and the pussy cats Josie and the Pussycats. Long tails and ears for hats. Guitars and marshall stats. hot, sweet and super cool dont you know these kitties rule (hurry, hurry) we've been going over the master plan driving in a custom platered van paracticing for hours dont you know that soon nomatter where you go we'll be on your radio Josie and the Pussycats. hot lips dont give me that stone foxes thats a fact Josie and the pussy cats even though we are playing in a garage soon we'll have a massive enterage going triple platium you just watch us clibing up the billbored charts breaking records breaking hearts (Chrous) Josie & the Pussycats. Josie & the Pussyca-haaaats-yeah Lit My Own Worst enemy Can we forget about the thinks I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me Please tell me Please tell me why My car is in the front yard And I'm sleeping with my clothes on I came in through the window last night And you're gone It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy Cuz every now and then I kick the living sh*t out of me The smoke alarm is going off and there's a cigarette Still burning It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy Cuz every now and then I kick the living sh*t out of me Can we forget about the the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that Miserable You make me come You make me comeplete You make me comepletely miserable Stuck to a chair Watchin' this Story about me Everything goes by so fast Making my head spin Used up all my friends But who needs them When you mean everything I love things that we should fear I'm not afraid of being here So much the same It makes me helpless alone Nothing to share Why should I Care if you're near me Give up all my plans But who needs them When you mean everything I love the things that we should fear I'm not afraid of being here So much the same It makes me helpless alone You make me come You make me complete You make me completely miserable I love the things that we should fear I'm not afraid of being here So much the same It makes me helpless alone You make me come You make me comeplete You make me comepletely miserable Zip-Lock I've been stealing Time where I can get it from I've been losing Grip on what I used to hold If I could get another chance I'd put it in a ziploc bag And keep it in my pocket Keep it in my pocket Keep it in my pocket Tell me When I start to blow it Would you show me What I need to do Before you hate me I could never live with that so Tell me Before you're better off without me I've been watching you Sleeping with a troubled look I'm sure your bad dreams Are probably all about me And better off without me If I could get another chance I'd put it in a ziploc bag And keep it in my pocket Keep it in my pocket Keep it in my pocket Tell me When I start to blow it Would you show me What I need to do Before you hate me I could never live with that so Tell me Before you're better off without me
Nirvana Smells LIke Teen Spirt Load up on guns and bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's over bored and self assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low? I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low? And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard, it was hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind hello, hello, hello, how low? With the lights out it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My Libido Yay, a denial
Sum 41 MAkes No Differnce You're running fast and missing but cannot help convincing. The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin. It's not meant to hurt you but let me assure, It's not what I said but intentions you've read. So when you hold onto the past then you Will break down what little is left. There's nothing more you can't ignore, And say it makes no difference to me. Now that you're older life's weighing on your shoulders. You can't seem to keep things so perfectly straight. With most things so basic you might as well face it. You can't help but worry it's all just begun (chrous) It makes no difference, It makes no difference to me, It makes no difference, It makes no difference to me Summer It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time, Somewhere ahead is the back of the line. I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say. Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame, You may be different but I'm still the same. The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught, You say things are simple we both know they're not. You can't let it go, Whoa. You can't but I know. Whoa, Whoa you don't even know. [Chorus] It's not in what you do, more in what you say. A million questions asked, the remnants of the past. You've always been denied, but always by your side. I've always tried to, to understand you, the worlds not learning from you. Whoa. Whoa. Fat Lip Storming through the party like my name was El ninio When I'm handgun out drinking in the back of an El camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house party cause no body came. I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school Never going, ever showing up when we had to. attention that we crave don't tell us to behave, I'm sick of always hearing act your age. I don't want to waste my time become another casualty of society. I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down. Because you don't Know us at all we laugh when old people fall. But what would you expect with a conscience so small. Heavy metal and mullets it's how we were raised. Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offence then, It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn. I'm sick of being told to wait my turn. (chrous) Don't count on me, to let you know when. Don't count on me, I'll do it again. Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing. Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening. Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat, Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothing. You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin. But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing. Then if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook, You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book. I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion. The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion. (chrous) Waste my time with them Casualty of society. Waste my time again, Victim of your conformity And back down.
Silverchair
Year 2000 We are the youth We'll take your fascism away We are the youth Apologise for another day We are the youth And politicians are so sure We are the youth And we are knocking at your door Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so sure Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so small Never knew we were living in a world And the world is an open court Maybe we don't want to live in a world Where innocence is so short We'll make it up to you in the year 2000 with... Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so sure Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so small Never knew we were living in a world And the world is an open court Maybe we won't want to live in a world Where innocence is so short We'll make it up to you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 Make it up to you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 with you Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so sure Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so small Never knew we were living in a world And the world is an open court Maybe we don't want to live in a world World who cares at all We'll make it up to you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 Make it hard for you In the year 2000 Build it up to you In the year 2000 Make it hard for you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 with you Ana's Song Please die Ana For as long as you're here we're not You make the sound of laughter And sharpened nails seem softer And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you Imagine a pageant In my head the flesh seems thicker Sandpaper tears corrode the filth And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you And you're my obsession I love you to the bones And Ana wrecks your life Like an Anorexia life Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you Miss You Love Millionaire say Got a big shot deal And thrown it all away but But I'm not too sure How I'm supposed to feel Or what I'm suppose to say but I'm not, not sure Not too sure how it feels To handle everyday And I miss you love Make room for the prey 'Cause I'm coming in With what I wanna say but It's gonna hurt And I love the pain A breeding ground for hate but... but I'm not, not sure Not too sure how it feels To handle everyday Like the one that just past In the crowds of all the people Remember today I've no respect for you And I miss you love And I miss you love I love the way you love But I hate the way I'm supposed to love you back and It's just a fad Part of teenage angst brigade and I'm not, not sure Not too sure how it feels To handle it everyday Like the one that just past in the crowds of all the people Remember today I've no respect for you And I miss you love And I miss you love Remember today I've no respect for you And I miss you love And I miss you love I love the way you love But i hate the way I'm suppose to love you back
OffSpring Pretty Fly (for a white guy)Give it to me baby uhuh uhuh - 3 times And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy You know it's kind of hard Just to get along today Our subject isn't cool But he fakes it anyway He may not have a clue And he may not have style But everything he lacks Well he makes up in denial So don't debate, a player straight You know he really doesn't get it anyway He's gonna play the field, and keep it real For you no way, for you no way So if you don't rate, just overcompensate At least you'll know you can always go on ricki lake The world needs wannabe's So do that brand new thing The kids arent all right When we were young the future was so bright The old neighbourhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street Was gonna make it big and not be beat Now the neighbourhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up but their lives are worn How can one little street Swallow so many lives Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot Jay committed suicide Brandon od'd and died What the hell is going on The cruellest dream, reality Shes Got Issues I'm seeing this girl and she just might be out of her mind Well she's got baggage and it's all the emotional kind She talks about closure and that validation bit I don't mean to be insensitive, but I really hate that shit Oh man she's got issues And I'm gonna pay She thinks she's the victim Yeah Now I know she'll feel abandoned If I don't stay over late And I know she's afraid to commit But it's only our second date Oh man she's got issues And I'm gonna pay She thinks she's the victim But she takes it all out on me I don't know why you're messed up I don't know why your whole life is a chore Just do me a favor And check your baggage at the door Now she talks about her ex nonstop, but I don't mind But when she calls out his name in bed That's where I draw the line You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy When we're gettin' it on Oh man she's got issues And I'm gonna pay She's playing the victim And taking it all out on me My god she's got issues And I'm gonna pay If you think I'm controlling Then why do you follow me around If you're not co-dependent Then why do you let others drag you down I don't know why you're messed up I don't know why your whole life is a chore Just do me a favor And check your baggage at the door
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