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Marilyn Manson - Disposable Teens

And Im a black rainbow

And Im an ape of god

I got a face thats made for violence upon

Im a teen distortion

Survived abortion

A rebel from the waist down

I wanna thank you mom

I wanna thank you dad

For bringing this fucking world

To a bitter end

I never really hated a one true god

But the God of the people I hated

You said you wanted evolution

The ape was a great big hit

You say you want a revolution, man

And I say that youre full of shit

Were disposable teens

Were disposable teens

Were disposable teens

Were disposable

Were disposable teens

Were disposable teens

Were disposable teens

Were disposable

You said you wanted evolution

The ape was a great big hit

You say you want a revolution, man

I say that youre full of shit

The more that you fear us

The bigger we get

The more that you fear us

The bigger we get

And dont be surprised, dont be surprised

Dont be surprised when we destroy all of

 
Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I liked to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys

Who were up to no good

Startin makin trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared

She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packed my suite case and send me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.

I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad

Drinking orang juice out of a champagne glass.

Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?

Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that

Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?

I don't think sow

I'll see when I get there

I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who looked like a cop and yelled my name out

I ain't trying to get arrested

I just got here

I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I can say this cab is rare

But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8

And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

 
I met her in a club down in old soho

Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola

Coca-cola]

C-o-l-a cola

She walked up to me and she asked me to dance

I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola

L-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well Im not the worlds most physical guy

But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine

Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well Im not dumb but I cant understand

Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man

Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night

Under electric candlelight

She picked me up and sat me on her knee

And said dear boy wont you come home with me

Well Im not the worlds most passionate guy

But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

I pushed her away

I walked to the door

I fell to the floor

I got down on my knees

Then I looked at her and she at me

Well thats the way that I want it to stay

And I always want it to be that way for my lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Girls will be boys and boys will be girls

Its a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well I left home just a week before

And Id never ever kissed a woman before

But lola smiled and took me by the hand

And said dear boy Im gonna make you a man

Well Im not the worlds most masculine man

But I know what I am and Im glad Im a man

And so is lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

 
[intro]

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.

It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,

one of those rap guys' girlfriends.

But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*

They only talk to her, because,

she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?

I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*

I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,

out there, I mean - gross. Look!

She's just so ... black!

[sir Mix-a-Lot]

I like big butts and I can not lie

You other brothers can't deny

That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist

And a round thing in your face

You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough

'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed

Deep in the jeans she's wearing

I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me

But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny

Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin

You say you wanna get in my Benz?

Well, use me, use me

'Cause you ain't that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'

The hell with romancin'

She's sweat, wet,

Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines

Sayin' flat butts are the thing

Take the average black man and ask him that

She gotta pack much back

So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)

Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)

Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)

Shake that healthy butt!

Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)

Baby got back!

[sir Mix-a-Lot]

I like 'em round, and big

And when I'm throwin' a gig

I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal

Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home

And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh

I ain't talkin' bout Playboy

'Cause silicone parts are made for toys

I want 'em real thick and juicy

So find that juicy double

Mix-a-Lot's in trouble

Beggin' for a piece of that bubble

So I'm lookin' at rock videos

Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes

You can have them bimbos

I'll keep my women like Flo Jo

A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya

I won't cuss or hit ya

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*

Til the break of dawn

Baby got it goin' on

A lot of simps won't like this song

'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it

And I'd rather stay and play

'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong

And I'm down to get the friction on

So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}

If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}

Then turn around! Stick it out!

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got back!

Baby got back!

Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'

to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[sir Mix-a-Lot]

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda

But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

My anaconda don't want none

Unless you've got buns, hun

You can do side bends or sit-ups,

But please don't lose that butt

Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role

And tell you that the butt ain't gold

So they toss it and leave it

And I pull up quick to retrieve it

So Cosmo says you're fat

Well I ain't down with that!

'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'

And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'

To the beanpole dames in the magazines:

You ain't it, Miss Thing!

Give me a sista, I can't resist her

Red beans and rice didn't miss her

Some knucklehead tried to dis

'Cause his girls are on my list

He had game but he chose to hit 'em

And I pull up quick to get wit 'em

So ladies, if the butt is round,

And you want a triple X throw down,

Dial 1-900-MIXALOT

And kick them nasty thoughts

Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

 
You said you didn't need her

You told her good-bye (good-bye)

You sacrificed a good love

To satisfy your pride

Now you wished

That you should have her (have her)

And you feel like such a fool

You let her walk away

Now it just don't feel the same

Gotta blame it on something

Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the rain (rain)

Blame it on the stars (stars)

Whatever you do don't put the blame on you

Blame it on the rain yeah yeah

You can blame it on the rain

Get

Ooh, ooh (ooh)

I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain

I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain

Yeah, yeah

Should've told her you were sorry (sorry) huh

Could have said you were wrong

But no you couldn't do that. No, no

You had to prove you were strong ooh

If you hadn't been so blinded (blinded)

She might still be there with you

You want her back again

But she just don't feel the same

Gotta blame it on something

Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling

Blame it on the stars that did shine at night

Whatever you do don't put the blame on you

Blame it on the rain yeah yeah

You can blame it on the rain

Cos the rain don't mind

And the rain don't care

You got to blame it on something

(Blame it on the rain)

(Blame it on the stars)

Whatever you do don't put the blame on you

Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah

You can blame it on the rain

Girl

Ooh, ooh (ooh)

Girl

I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain

I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain

Get

Girl

(Whatever you do...)

(Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah) x 3

You can blame it on the rain, blame it on the rain,

blame it on the rain baby

(Blame it on the rain yeah yeah)

Blame it on the stars that did shine that night

(Blame it on the rain yeah yeah)

Blame it, blame it on the rain

woo

I'm walking

I'm walking

Walking in the rain

Walking in the rain

(Rain, rain)

(Stars, stars)

Whatever you do don't put the blame on you

(Blame it on the rain)

yeah yeah

(Blame it on the rain)

that keeps falling, falling

(Blame it on the stars)

that did shine that night

Whatever you do don't put the blame on you

Blame it on the rain yeah yeah

Blame it on the rain (rain, rain

 
Ah, ah,

We come from the land of the ice and snow,

>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.

The hammer of the gods

Will drive our ships to new lands,

To fight the horde, singing and crying:

Valhalla, I am coming!

On we sweep with threshing oar,

Our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,

We come from the land of the ice and snow,

>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.

How soft your fields so green,

Can whisper tales of gore,

Of how we calmed the tides of war.

We are your overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar,

Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,

For peace and trust can win the day

Despite of all your losing.

 
I always wondered if I was the only person that couldn't understand the lyrics to "Yellow Ledbetter" by Pearl Jam.  Interesting blurb on wikipedia:

Lyrical meaning

The song's name is derived from the actual name of an old friend of lead singer Eddie Vedder from Chicago, named Tim Ledbetter.[1] The lyrics of "Yellow Ledbetter" have proven undecipherable when heard live and even on the early recorded version, as Eddie Vedder mumbles through much of the song with only certain parts being heard prominently, such as the infamous line "I said, I dont know whether I was the boxer or the bag", with these parts of the song heard on almost every live rendition of the song. There are official lyrics for this song, as well as many unofficial ones on various websites. It is because of the freeform nature of this song that allows Pearl Jam to easily improvise the song and change it around as they see fit when performing it live. During performances, McCready often lengthens the outro and the guitar solo and Vedder almost always changes the lyrics around, sticking with the same rhythm as the original recording.

Many fans have argued about the meaning of this song contained in the lyrics and have even questioned the existence of a central theme (although, one common theory is about someone receiving a letter and finding his brother had died overseas in war,[6] cited from the lyrics in the Live at the Garden version "I don't know whether my brother will be coming home in a box or a bag"). This makes the song unique as it has managed to become a staple favorite among fans of one of the most important bands of the 90s, and yet has no real lyrics or meaning that can be attached to the song.

 
Here are the lyrics for it:

Unsealed

On a porch a letter sat

Then you said i wanna leave it again

Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand

And on the sand I wanna leave it again... yeah

On a weekend I wanna wish it all away yeah...

And they called and I said that I want what I said

And then I call out again

And the reason oughta leave her calm I know

I said i dont know whether

Im the boxer or the bag

Ah yeah ehh....

Can you see them

Out on the porch

But they dont wave

I see them round the front way yeah

And I know I dont want to stay...

Make me cry <guitar solo>

Ooooh I see

I dont know theres something else

I wanna drum it all away

Oh I said I dont, I dont know whether Im a boxer or the bag

Ah yeah ehh....

Can you see them

Out on the porch

But they dont wave

I see them round the front way yeah

And I know I dont want to stay

I dont wanna stay (2x)

Dont

Dont wanna

Oh... yeah... oooh...

 
There is a song on "temple of the dog" cd that uses the same chorus as Yellow Ledbetter. Its a pj and soundgarden collaboration cd.
 
There is a song on "temple of the dog" cd that uses the same chorus as Yellow Ledbetter. Its a pj and soundgarden collaboration cd.
Good stuff

 
"Shoot From The Hip"

Picture perfect

Turned to worthless

Bittersweet, the taste is like ash in my mouth

Love we had it

You're a bad habit

I'm ready to give you up

I give up

Silly me for thinking honesty is something

Given free, I make the rules

And this is how it is

Heartbreak baby is half the fun

You bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns

Take ten steps now turn and draw

I shoot from the hip then watch you fall

Heartbreak baby is half the fun

You bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns

Take ten steps now turn and draw

I shoot from the hip then watch you fall

Scenes of passion

Never lasted

Your mistakes are too much to put behind

I am tired

With no desire

To put together things that just fall apart

Silly me for thinking honesty is something

Given free, I make the rules

And this is how it is

Heartbreak baby is half the fun

You bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns

Take ten steps now turn and draw

I shoot from the hip then watch you fall

Heartbreak baby is half the fun

You bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns

Take ten steps now turn and draw

I shoot from the hip then watch you fall

Then watch you fall

Silly me for thinking honesty is something

Given free, I make the rules

And this is how it is

Heartbreak baby is half the fun

You bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns

Take ten steps now turn and draw

I shoot from the hip then watch you fall

Heartbreak baby is half the fun

You bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns

Take ten steps now turn and draw

I shoot from the hip then watch you fall

 
Panic! At The Disco

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

"Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen"

Maybe that's talking about Fertility and Tender's relationship? She swears to shake it up and Tender swears to listen to her predictions? Or maybe it's about Tender and his relationship with the media. He'll shake things up and the world will swear to listen.

"Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue"

This could mean that the story is just a prologue to whatever Tender's future with Fertility is after the plane crashes.

"Applause, applause, no wait wait

Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make

It seems the artists these days are not who you think

So we'll pick back up on that on another page"

I think that's pretty self-explanatory for those who've read the book.

Maybe I'm overanalyzing.

 
Panic! At The DiscoThe Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage
"Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen"

Maybe that's talking about Fertility and Tender's relationship? She swears to shake it up and Tender swears to listen to her predictions? Or maybe it's about Tender and his relationship with the media. He'll shake things up and the world will swear to listen.

"Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue"

This could mean that the story is just a prologue to whatever Tender's future with Fertility is after the plane crashes.

"Applause, applause, no wait wait

Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make

It seems the artists these days are not who you think

So we'll pick back up on that on another page"

I think that's pretty self-explanatory for those who've read the book.

Maybe I'm overanalyzing.
Good cd, oh wait i thought you didn't like bands like this, or maybe that was jmanz :smt017

 
Panic! At The DiscoThe Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

"Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen"

Maybe that's talking about Fertility and Tender's relationship? She swears to shake it up and Tender swears to listen to her predictions? Or maybe it's about Tender and his relationship with the media. He'll shake things up and the world will swear to listen.

"Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue"

This could mean that the story is just a prologue to whatever Tender's future with Fertility is after the plane crashes.

"Applause, applause, no wait wait

Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make

It seems the artists these days are not who you think

So we'll pick back up on that on another page"

I think that's pretty self-explanatory for those who've read the book.

Maybe I'm overanalyzing.
Good cd, oh wait i thought you didn't like bands like this, or maybe that was jmanz :smt017
I like what I've heard of them so far. Intellectual/intelligent lyrics with a progressive feel to the musical accompaniment.

 
Clutch- Escape From The Prison Planet

Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door.

I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more.

One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?"

He said, "I have seen them." I said, "O.K., it's yours."

And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out,

And the town becomes anarchy.

Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured.

The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure.

Get out.

Eject.

Escape From the Prison Planet.

Get out.

Eject.

Escape From the Prison Planet.

And to the tune of a billion dollars, I supplied to the D.O.E.

Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology.

And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years.

The Men In Black have been bending my ear.

As a matter of fact, they were just here today,

But I escaped them through a secret passageway.

Once I lived there for one thousand days.

Get out.

Eject.

Escape From the Prison Planet.

Get out.

Eject.

Escape From the Prison Planet.

I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans.

Move out west and buy some desert lands.

Maybe up North, just past Alaska.

You know nothing of this if they ask you.

Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over.

So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove.

By Jove, I think it's started. Oh yeah,

Escape From the Prison Planet.

Billion people harvest on Mars.

Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk,

One mile from the pyramid.

Escape From the Planet of the Apes.

Go forth, ad infinitum.

Return the relics to the Elephant.

And Atlantis rises.

Get out.

Eject.

Escape From the Prison Planet.

Ejector seat ignite.

Billion people harvest on Mars.

Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk,

One mile from the pyramid.

Escape From the Planet of the Apes.

Go forth, ad infinitum.

Return the relics to the Elephant.

And Atlantis rises.

 
Anything by Dead Milkmen

Stuart

You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other

people, here, in the trailer park.

Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're

good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe

watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick

back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,

Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing

to the soil!

You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers

in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors

say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.

Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never

ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy

breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's

the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are

you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."

I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows

the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you

think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you

think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are

doing to the soil?

I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer

my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into

town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride

called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside

the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just

like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,

Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found

his head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet

in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.

And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our

soil?"

Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,

there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,

for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.

You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government

says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,

Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.

They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to

God.

You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other

people, here in this trailer park.

 
Armor for Sleep-The Wanderers Guild

I can speak when I want to

And pour my voice 'til it burns

Through the core of my own throat

I'll speak until the demands gone

You should be downstairs with them

You're wasting your time again

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

I dont want to talk right now

Thank you for your concern

I could speak 'til the world ends

To make up for all that I left out

I'll register with the wanderers guild

And be nomad with a billion words

You should be downstairs with them

You're wasting your time again

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

I dont want to talk right now

Thank you for your concern

(Whispering)

Air conditioning

You can stay quiet all night

Air conditioning

You can stay quiet all night

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

I dont want to talk right now

Thank you for you concern

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

Listen I'm fine now

I dont want to talk right now

Thank you for your concern

 
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