Home | Search | FAQ
Page
1
2
3
 Displaying 26-50 of 54 messages in this thread. |
| Posted By | Discussion Topic: How About Some REAL Punk.... | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 10:53 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01  | OK, Goldfinger is iffy. And Offspring is definatly NOT punk. Suicidal Tendencies INSTITUTIONALIZED so you're gonna be institutionalized you'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes you won't have any say they'll brainwash you until you see their way (chorus) they stuck me in an institution said it was the only solution to give me the needed professional help to protect from the enemy myself they give you a white shirt with long sleeves tied around your back, you're treated like thieves drug you up because they're lazy it's too much work to help a crazy (chorus) they say they're gonna fix my brain alleviate my suffering and my pain but by the time they fix my head mentally i'll be dead "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." Still room for one more castaway. | ||||
| SpiritOfDirt | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 11:10 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Not anymore, but they used to be. I should have payed attention to the "REAL" in the topic name. Thanks for setting me straight little picky. I mean little buddy. LOL  THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN ISOLATED I am a budding product of Spitfire421 | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 11:55 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Agent Orange EVERYTHING TURNS GREY things don't seem to be as easy as they used to be it's getting harder every day to think of better things to say about what's going on around you and what's happening inside you when it's time to change you won't know how it won't matter years from now no matter what you think or do or say everything turns grey this is it - the darkest hour isn't it depressing how our minds create an atmosphere that won't happen here unless we make some new demands to grasp the future in our hands you know i wish we could but it's too late for senseless minds that love to hate no matter what they think or do or say everything turns grey "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." Still room for one more castaway. | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 12:03 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Krebs, all I wanted was a Pepsi! LOL How about some New York Dolls... Well, we can't take her this week And her friends don't want another speech Hopin' for her that someday they'll hear what she's gotta say All about that personality crisis You got it while it was hot But now frustration and heartache is what you've got You know I'm talkin' 'bout her personality Well, now you're tryin' to be someone, now you gotta do something Wanna be someone who cou-ou-ounts But you're thinkin' 'bout the times you did, they took every ounce Well, it sure gotta be a shame when you start to scream and shout You gotta contradict all those times you butterflied about You was butterflyin' About a personality crisis You got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know, but frustration and heartache is what you've got I'm tryin' to talk about personality And you're a prima-ballerina on a spring afternoon Change on into the wolf-man, howlin' at the moon About a personality crisis You got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know, but frustration and heartache is what you've got I'm talking 'bout a personality Now, with all the cards of fate that mother nature sends Your mirror's gettin' jammed up with all your friends That's personality, every scene is startin' to blend Personality, when your mind starts to bend Got so much personality, flashin' on a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend Personality, wonderin' how celebreties ever mend, looking fine on television Personality crisis You got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know, but frustration and heartache is all you've got Don't you worry, it's just a personality crisis, please don't cry Don't you worry, it's just a personality crisis, please don't stop Because you walk with personality, talk with personality  | ||||
| OPM * chick | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 1:21 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | Rancid War between races War between lies War between something that was deep inside You was wrong all along I was right you lied U to the N to the I T Y Straight down too late can it kick the feeling Lookin' from the bottom I can't see the ceiling Shots rang out in the Oakland winter Can't stand alone you can't stand together As one, as one, as one, as one No matter what they do they'll try to divide you Fear you up what's inside you way down down down The scale hook the anchor to the gates of hell Once you realise that it was so simple What you're given you can't take with you I asked somebody if if they had the same vision He said yeah I had the same vision As one, as one, as one, as one, as one, ohhhh, yea War between races War between lies War between something that was deep inside You was wrong all along I was right you lied U to the N to the I T Y Straight down too late can it kick that feeling Looking from the bottom I can't see the ceiling Shots rang out in the Oakland winter Can't stand alone you can't stand together As one, as one, as one, as one  ~* here comes a storm in the form of a girl *~ | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 1:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | UGH, stop with all the fake punk. RANCID? "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." Still room for one more castaway. | ||||
| OPM * chick | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 1:57 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | hehehe fake punk? Don't make me start posting Blink 182 ;) I have to agree with you about Offspring tho, I don't know what's going on with them but I don't like it. ~* here comes a storm in the form of a girl *~ This message was edited by OPM * chick on 6-12-01 @ 2:03 PM | ||||
| DreamWeaver | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 2:58 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | LOL...Offspring and Goldfinger are real punk????? Since when?? sheesh SOD, how old are you? Room Without A Window the position being taken is not to be mistaken for attempted education or righteous accusation only a description just an observation of the pitiful condition of our degeneration walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged always closing tighter with every war that's waged room without a window cant see out... floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside corners made of borders, borders made of law and order painted with the words of politicians and religion plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division room without a window cant see out...  | ||||
| Jon Benet Norton G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. GTA3 Criminal Activity Specialist | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 3:07 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00 | quote: Come on now Spirit. Of ALL the BR songs out there, you had to pick that one? Here's one that is a little better. Bad Religion -American Jesus- I don't need to be a global citizen, because I'm blessed by nationality, I'm a member of a growing populace, we enforced our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down, but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the U.S.A, at least the foreigners can copy our morality, they can visit but they cannot stay, only precious few can garner our prosperity, it makes us walkwith renewed confidence, we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day (exercising his authority) he's the farmer barren fields, the force the army wields, the expression in the faces of the starving children, the power of the man. he's the fuel that drives the clan, he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity, the form letters that written by the big computers, he's the nuclear bombs, and the kids with no moms and I'm fearful that he's inside me (In God we trust) (because he's one of us) (break down, cave in) (we can redeem your sins) (strong heart, clear minds) (and infinitely kind) (you lose, we win) (he is our champion!)  Check out my band at: Visit this Website "The saddest thing in life is wasted talent" -Machiavelli- My adopted newbies are Uncle John and F the S out of her A E-Mail Me | ||||
| DreamWeaver | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 3:20 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | And one even better.... Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand, Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying. Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion, Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation. Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure, Can you improve this place with the data that you gather? Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever? Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure? And I want to conquer the world, Give all the idiots a brand new religion, Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil, Promote equality in all my decisions With a quick wink of the eye And a "God you must be joking!" Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations, Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station? Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation, And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations. And I want to conquer the world, Give all the idiots a brand new religion, Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil, Promote equality in all of my decisions I want to conquer the world, Expose the culprits and feed them to the children, I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales, We'll have peace on earth and global communion. I want to conquer the world! (x4) | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 3:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Been on a real DK trip lately. TOO DRUNK TO FUCK went to a party i danced all night i drank 16 beers and i started up a fight but now i am jaded you're out of luck i'm rolling down the stairs too drunk to fuck too drunk to fuck too drunk to fuck too drunk, to fuck i'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk to fuck i like your stories i love your gun shooting out truck tires sounds like loads and loads of fun but in my room wish you were dead you ball like the baby in eraserhead too drunk to fuck too drunk to fuck too drunk, to fuck it's all i need right now too drunk to fuck too drunk to fuck too drunk to fuck too drunk, to fuck i'm sick soft gooey and cold too drunk to fuck i'm about to drop my head's a mess the only salvation is i'll never see you again you give me head it makes it worse take out your fuckin' retainer put it in your purse i'm too drunk to fuck you're to drunk to fuck too drunk to fuck it's all i need right now oh baby i'm melting like an ice cream bar oh baby and now i got diarrhea too drunk to fuck yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah oooohhh... One of my Favs..... CHEMICAL WARFARE down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses guarded day and night by caged white rabbits been sitting there for years i'm gonna have at it i cut through the fence, run right in and grab it go crazy crazy crazy crazy... now i got my own mustard gas in my pocket climb on a tree on a branch and drop it on a country club full of saturday golfers so i can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions go crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy... chemical warfare chemical warfare chemical warfare warfare warfare panic in the air see the headless chickens runnin' golf carts head on crashin' crackin' heads wide open scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath and roll and writhe in a sandtrap starting to heave claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy chemical warfare chemical warfare chemical warfare warfare warfare yellow air yellow clouds blowin' down down down the fairway sensitive to the touch mowin' down the putting green heading straight for the big clubhouse where the stuffed country club effervescent ladies, so carefree relax, pose by the pool limber limp with a dry martini until... Lard I WANNA BE A DRUG-SNIFFING DOG I wanna be a drug sniffing-dog So I can snort coke all day long Bite my master when it suits me Get off on diminished capacity I wanna be a customs man Snoop through your stuff 'cos I can Sneaky-Peaky pry through your private lives Stroke your panties jackin' off at lunch Wah-Oh, Weh-Oh-Ho! Sure beats Alpo It's the life It's the stink It's the attitude I wanna be a San Francisco cop So I can speed and run red lights And sure as Rodney was a King We got ways to make you sing We can seize everything Houses, cars and life savings Keep the loot for ourselves Fake drug charge works every time I wanna join the Christian Coalition So I can molest my children None suspect me 'cos I've been saved Til my stepdaughter drowns her kids in a lake Weh-Oh, Weh-Oh-Ho! Spare rod Spoil the child It's the life It's the stink Choose your masks There's always room for Jello..... "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." Still room for one more castaway. | ||||
| Jon Benet Norton G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. GTA3 Criminal Activity Specialist | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 3:29 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00 | Since we are on a Bad Religion kick: -Fuck Armageddon This Is Hell- there's people out there that say I'm no good, 'cause I don't believe the things that I should, and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good. countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? fuck Armageddon, this is hell we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? life alone is such a curse! fuck Armageddon, this is hell Check out my band at: Visit this Website "The saddest thing in life is wasted talent" -Machiavelli- My adopted newbies are Uncle John and F the S out of her A E-Mail Me | ||||
| SpiritOfDirt | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 3:37 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Wow I've been getting punched around in my absence. Must redeem myself. Hopefully. :) -Generator- like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator. THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN ISOLATED I am a budding product of Spitfire421 | ||||
| Kim | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 3:58 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | It wouldn't be a punk rock thread without a little Siouxsie And the Banshees!!!!! Suburban Relapse I'm sorry that I hit you but my string snapped I sorry I disturbed your cat-nap but whilst finishing a chore I asked myself "what for" then something snapped, I had a relapse...A Suburban relapse I was washing up the dishes minding my own business when my string snapped I had a relapse...A Suburban relapse [Should I] Throw things at the neighbours expose myself to strangers? kill myself or...you? now memory gets hazy? I think I must be crazy but my string snapped I had a relapse...A Suburban relapse ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Switch Different Lives Shuffle(d) Lives in different places into wrong categories familiar problems cross the wires same old faces and fuse humanities Watch the muscles twitch for a brand new switch... Scientist G.P.'s with patient guinea-pigs cureing their head-aches with drastic side-effects switch Doctor rectorates condescending from on high for all hallucinaters see druggist in the sky switch Vicar experiments but 'tis blasphemy dismissing thought of progess as the mark of devilry (Watch the muscles twitch for a brand new switch...) switch People walk Something blows up and even talk won't come down people listen scattered muscles twitch then they halt too late to switch. (They're dying to switch)  They're crawling out of the woodwork! Idiots everywhere!!! I don't know what is worse the assholes who create speculation threads or newbies who think they know everything...sheesh! | ||||
| MrQuotes NO!!! You can't have any smiley faces in your status!!! G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Missile Command | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 5:05 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | cmon people dropkick murphys? Barroom Hero Face down in the gutter won’t admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black, he’s a big, strong man with a childs mind, Don’t you take his booze away! He’s been at it for years drinkin’ balls and beer he’s a hero to most he meets but inside he cries black swollen eyes this man he sheds no tears Now his wife & kids sing a different tune as they worry about their daddy dyin but this arrogant fool breaks every fule it’ll be nothing but pride that kills him Could he listen no he won’t that’s all she wrote he’ll be dead before the daylight shines but the thoughts and prayers of a millinon strong might keep this boy from dying He’s a legend in the bar with every scar fights a thousand bigger men, but now he fights and looses got all the bruises will someone please step in? Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart he keeps climbing back in to the ring In the low down circles where he holds his court this man he once was kind and then my favorite song from them.... The Gang's All Here Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave Chorus: Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here. Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere Hail, hail the gang's all here When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long The money in your pocket may not get you through the day But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton You're no better or no worse than any mothers son Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall You recall the cheer, "The Gang's All Here" and shout! "Wearing apathetic displays Sharing flesh like envy in cages Condenscending Not intending to end"-Dreamtheater | ||||
| Cactus Sack | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 6:25 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | I've been listening to DK a lot recently. Here goes. Kill the Poor Efficiency and progress is ours once more Now that we have the Neutron bomb It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done Away with excess enemy But no less value to property No sense in war but perfect sense at home... The sun beams down on a brand new day No more welfare tax to pay Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light Jobless millions whisked away At last we have more room to play All systems go to kill the poor tonite Gonna Kill kill kill kill Kill the poor Kill the poor ... Tonite Behold the sparkle of champagne The crime rate's gone Feel free again O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today Convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night While they Kill kill kill kill Kill the poor ... Tonite  | ||||
| American Fing Psycho | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 6:39 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Fairweather IF THEY MOVE... KILL THEM Words don't contain subtlety tact eludes speech even in whispers Pieces of my broken thoughts mumble through my teeth you learn I can't keep myself straight Constant fight to know wants and let my energy be screamed out You see my way before my eyes catch on and I don't trust you I can't keep myself straight You're the first to hear me say it And it's the last thing that she said that's got me thinking It's the last thing that she said that changes everything It's all I know It's everything Just stay right here and... What I want to come true Will never be real It's getting hard to see you It's healthier to stay away from you now She said you're the one she cant live without And to those words I try to hold on It's hard to know it time for me to go Misplaced by closeness, thoughts of friendship Fail to sate the thoughts I have of us You know you said That I'm beautiful but what's beauty to you and You wrote to me, said you missed me But is that the best that you can do? "Hey i never said I was a good drunk" "I don't hate the seals. I just hate the enjoyment they give to people." Bachman | ||||
| DreamWeaver | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 6:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | double post This message was edited by DreamWeaver on 6-12-01 @ 6:49 PM | ||||
| DreamWeaver | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 6:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | It's clobberin' time/Just lies from the day that you're born they try to teach you right from wrong put these ideas in your head try to teach you good from bad then they send you of to school fill your head full of rules it's all just lies what they said just some shit to fill your head they tell you to tell the truth that's a lie in itself it's all just lies what they said just some shit to fill your head don't ever ask them why cause what they say it's all just lies the question they keep asking me how can one so young be so bitter and angry well, the answer is plain to see maybe if they wern't so blind they'd see what i see i see the homeless livin' out on the street on every corner they're asking for money i try to help them whenever i can but sometimes i can't afford to help myself i see diseases and modern plagues of our times the greed of our leaders has made them blind to our problems they spend millions overseas, people right here are fightin' wars everyday i see the whites that hate the blacks blacks against the jews, race against religion and the're all too blind to see when we fight each other it puts all of them at ease it keeps us so busy, so they can do what they please election time comes and they're out for votes that's when you see and hear from them the most this is what they're calling a democracy that's just another word for hypocrisy we keep fallin' for the bait when we realize, it's always too late i see the whites that hate the blacks blacks that hate the jews, brother against brother and they're all to blind to see as the rich get richer, the poor goin' hungry i've seen the toll it takes on the workingman's family education system that's obsolete can't hold a kid's interest or keep 'em off the street see a father's fear, hear a mother's cry what kind of a nation lets their children die government's corrupt and full of red tape then you're gonna ask me why i hate why don't you open up your eyes so you can see open up your ears so you can hear take a look around and you will find take a look around and you will find out why | ||||
| Kim | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 7:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Some Iggy... SISTER MIDNIGHT calling sister midnight you've got me reaching for the moon calling sister midnight you've got me playing the fool calling sister midnight calling sister midnight can you hear me call can you hear me well can you hear me at all calling sister midnight i'm an idiot for you calling sister midnight i'm a breakage inside calling sister midnight calling sister midnight you know i had a dream last night mother was in my bed and i made love to her father he gunned for me hunted me with his six gun calling sister midnight what can i do about my dreams listen to me sister midnight you put a beggar in my heart calling sister midnight you've got me walking in rags hey where are you sister midnight can you hear me call can you hear me well can you hear me at all They're crawling out of the woodwork! Idiots everywhere!!! I don't know what is worse the assholes who create speculation threads or newbies who think they know everything...sheesh! | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 10:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Stand Up Something's fucked up Something's not right I came to have a good time You came to fight But if I do fight Nothing to fear 'Cause I know My friends are here I don't like to fight I don't like getting hurt Got my guard up State of alert I don't look for trouble Trouble finds me Needs my friends In an emergency Don't go out alone Go with a friend You might need him In the end Stand up Stand up Stand up Stand up And be counted In My Eyes You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell le it's only natural You just need the proof Did you fucking get it? It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes You tell me that nothing matters You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference At least I'm fuckin' trying What the fuck have you done? It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes  Resident Board Socialist Email me at sticksituation22@yahoo.com or pinkorag@yahoo.com IM me at stickysituation2 or pinkorag The comintern is currently idle | ||||
| BawxedWine | posted on 06-13-2001 @ 2:17 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jun. 01 | WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH PARENTS TODAY? Mom and dad, how'd ya get so rad, when exactly did you get so hip Wearing teenage clothes you’re always coming to my shows And telling me that I should mellow out It’s absurd, you’re singing every word. You’re not supposed to like my bands, things I like you don’t understand So please put down that rum and coke, that’s no behavior for old folks Dad and mom, what planet are you from And what convinced you to pack up and leave Doin drugs and asking me for hugs, what’s the matter with parents today Not again, when will it end Dads dressing like Motley Crue and why is moms hair dyed bright blue There staying out till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly I thought the apple fell far from the tree Mom and dad I think you ought, to quit smoking so much pot And hanging with my friends Laying round on the couch, with my Misfits records out Softly banging their heads Maybe it’s just a passing phase What’s the matter with my parents these days  proudly adopted by canweseeyourstuff Don't blame me, I'm a newbie. | ||||
| NAMBLA Prez G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Kid Touching Corps | posted on 06-13-2001 @ 2:04 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Apr. 01 | Some Stooges....Search and Destroy I'm the runnaway son of the nuclear A bomb. I am the world's forgotten boy. The one who searches and destroys. Maybe some would oppose this as punk, but Operation Ivy, Knowlege: When you can't get the top off from the bottom of the barrel, Wide open road of my future now... It's looking fucking narrow. All I know is that I don't know nothing. We get told to decide. Just like as if I'm not going to change my mind. All I know is that I don't know nothing. Whatcha gonna do with yourself, Boy better make up your mind... Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy, You're running out of time. This time I got it all figured out, All I know is that I don't know nothing... And that's fine. Pennywise...Watch me as I fall I am the worst thing worst thing you've ever seen I am impossible to believe I'm pulled by gravity shocked by my depravity I'm irrational I'm illogical hypocritical a bleeding heart liberal I'm an alien dressed like Gideon I'm a malcontent a thorough modern idiot watch me as I fall I am humble I am vain what motivates me something I can't explain I am outrageous and insane I'm fueled by gasoline, alcohol and nicotine I'm an honest hypocrite imploding modern idiot I am a slave to my abuse convicted caught with no excuse I'm pathetic apathetic disillusioned disconnected I am lost I am free I'm impossible to believe a walking chemical statistically impossible a thorough modern idiot watch me as I fall  Thanks for the sig pic Sephiroth. "Gimmy the bat, faggit" "I AM ZEROMUS. I AM THE HATRED!" Adopted by Sephiroth | ||||
| TylerDurden | posted on 06-14-2001 @ 3:00 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | "Dine Alone" by Quicksand It's a cinch to Pass the time with you But I won't pass the time alone - can you take it? And it's true, true The couple next to you thinks you look strange Alone, what are your aims? Or do you have any? Avoid confusion, you always know Always know how much you're paying. I concentrate on, on what the people say Pass the salt and pour it in my wounds You look like you have no friends Can't keep up with the new trends Sorry, sorry for myself I don't agree No, I always go out eating with my best friends It's less then normal Avoid confusion, you always know Always know how much you're paying. I concentrate on, on what the people say I think at times... And one more for good measure - "Merchandise" by Fugazi When we have nothing left to give There will be reason for us to live When we have nothing left to lose You will have nothing left to use We owe you nothing You have no control Merchandise it keeps us in line Common sense says it's by design What could a businessman ever want more Than to have us sucking in his store We owe you nothing You have no control You are not what you own Help me Jeebus! This message was edited by TylerDurden on 6-14-01 @ 3:09 PM | ||||
| punkrocker | posted on 06-14-2001 @ 4:42 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Nazi Punks Fuck Off Dead Kennedys Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks—Fuck Off! Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks—Fuck Off! If you've come to fight, get outa here You ain't no better than the bouncers We ain't trying to be police When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy Repeat chorus Ten guys jump one, what a man You fight each other, the police state wins Stab your backs when you trash our halls Trash a bank if you've got real balls You still think swastikas look cool The real nazis run your schools They're coaches, businessmen and cops In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go Repeat chorus You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go Unless you think…  | ||||
| Page
1
2
3
Displaying 26-50 of 54 messages in this thread. |