G.B.H. lyrics - Leather, Bristles, No Survivors Sick Boys

Slit Your Own Throat ?

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Exempt from the laws which you created, your thought out lies becoming dated. Ruin our lives then plead for support, the noose around your neck is getting taught. Slit your own throat. Your ignorance is hard to believe, do you want this country to bleed ? Stuck in a rut full of rot, complain about things you haven't got. Disrupt the lives of those around, it's time you lot were underground. But no-one hears when you start to moan, sulk in self-pity 'till the cows come home.

Still Life

Jim Carroll "Dry Dreams"
By Jim Carroll and Lenny Kaye I don't believe in sin But maybe I'll begin A vagrant evil's climbing up my skin The shadows from last week Are dancing in the street In homage to the darkness closing in It's hard to say what's different each new morning I need some clue to tell me when or where But it seems I must believe Night wears it on its sleeve A warning that the time's come to prepare . . . I owe so much to someone I've watched her teardrops fall Like wings that melted reaching for the sun I need her to be near To clarify the dangers I didn't come this far to die with strangers I can't explain exactly what I'm saying But you're the only reason I still care But things become so clear When the spider licks her tears A warning that the time's come to prepare . . . I beg you not to leave me With these warnings in the air . . . I never thought I'd say it But for once I'm truly scared We create every lie In order to survive To mirror all the terror in our souls With nothing left to steal Lies make our lives seem real It slows down all the madness like a shield I don't know why I need to understand it I don't know if there's anyone who cares I don't know how or why It could be something in the sky That makes it seem it's best to be prepared . . . I don't know where it will be Two by land . . . One by sea Sleep with one eye open Be prepared The spectres ride the stallions of my ruin The shifting of my blood tell me it's soon . . . I don't know how Or why . . . it could be Something in the sky That makes it seem the time says to beware Little boy, Looking at the sky, Tell me what you see? Little boy Looking at the sky, Tell me what you see???

It's Not A Fairytale

SARAI
It all started like this Ninth grade freshman year So happy to be in high school I shed a tear o many cute dudes to choose from I knew it was one That was right for me Well I thought at least He was the big guy on campus On the football team Basketball homecoming He was voted for king And there was me I was on the cheerleading squad Sweet sixteen looking for love in my heart I was a beautiful thing from the start I must say only problem was My parents were strict They ain't play No phone calls after eight No stayin out late I'm like damn give me a break Hormones kickin in Start displayin my shape More concern with my looks than my books and grades headed nowhere fast I was on my way Curiosity come on I know y'all relate Thinkin bout the chatacters in my story all the pages i have read through Save tomorrow's fairytale for things that i have been through And all thigns that i have be in all my life and all my days i never thought i would end up this way It's been a year now I'm a sophmore Mature and know more but still I'm young and dumb and plus im unsure Who I am What the future has in store Man I'm trying to be grown Cuz my parents are divorced stressing started smoking newports carefree about the ones who care for me lost teen giving up on my dream and as worst as it seems had me thinking crazy things like suicide that better everything if i jus die full-blown without guidance or a home Im startin to get stomach pains That's strange what could be wrong? Thinkin bout the chatacters in my story all the pages i have read through Save tomorrow's fairytale for things that i have been through And all thigns that i have be in all my life and all my days i never thought i would end up this way I ask myself every day a child givin birth to a child what can i say this wasnt supposed to happen here i am turned my back on my fam well God damn that wasn't even part of the plan I'm spazzin out When I lay at night the hurt just burst out I should how could he leave at my time of need especially now I'm pregnant And due in three Maybe I should have it and give it for adoption I can't graduate I ain't been to school since August Often I hear this voice talking In the back of my mind So problems in my life I just pray for my time to come God take me leave my child behind I'm on the run adrenaline pumpin so angry i could kill something dont make me prove it cause if you dont do it then i will do it I'm foolish and so stupid

What The Hell Have I?

ALICE IN CHAINS
The face before me flies Laughs at me inside Masks are made to hide the glow Shining eyes Distance 'tween us grows feeding lies It's hard to start things over You can feel the fire around us All the time Yeah Something I should say It takes you every day What you give is not alive Today Your soul served on a plate Throw it away It's hard to start things over You can feel the fire around us All the time Yeah It's hard to start things over Oh yeah You can feel the fire around us All the time Yeah It's hard to start things over Oh yeah You can feel the fire around us All the time Yeah All the time What the hell have I? Little Pride ¡¡

Semi Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket

Inspectah Deck
f/ U-God, Street Thug Yo, yo... Chorus: U-God You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic Verse One: U-God I make mean lean when I pump my spunk and hands of chump, of machine gun funk I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas With rigormor', I hit you in the core and pop your legs well in the figure four You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths makes rappers salted Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in Lay down them lines with them hard hits And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds Underground railroad RZA track lay it down I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star general, scars you want to angle Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings Chorus 2X Verse Two: Inspector Deck Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim No question marks, the session starts with sparks My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts Universal soldier, MO's the holder globe in both hands, born to be sole controller Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph Best-seller compose a rough draft Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless Hard targets, underground like black markets Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL Chorus 1.5X Verse Three: Street Thug Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless Felony offenders catchin murder one charges Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene On your facilities, the penalty, DOA Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map I show loyalty, to my fans fully Operational raps, that bust through your skully I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of

The Shuffleboard Queens

Deirdre Flint "The Shuffleboard Queens"
Last time I saw you, you had a ticket in your hand going one way, You'd put the furniture out on the curb for the Salvation Army to take away. And you don't call like you used to and I don't write like I should And now you're telling me life's gotten so I nearly lost you for good. Well you've been the high notes in my laughter since you've gone If I'd known now as I waved you goodbye, I'd have flagged that Arntrak and gotten on. And foolish goals we derided, are my companions well known. I guess you're finding out your own way life gets lonely alone. But when the love of our lives has passed away And our hair has turned silver or blue or gray Don't forget I'll be calling you Don't forget we have things to do Buy us a condo in retirement land Wear polyester and start up a band Be every virile older man's savior Embarrass our kids with imprudent behavior. And maybe realize our dreams... You and me, girl, we'll be the Shuffleboard Queens. Oh the grand lives we mapped out, oh the grand dames we'd be I never knew how much I leaned on you, 'til I found only me And I don't call like I used to, nothing much left to say Cause I don't really have to tell you, I've put my dreams all away So every wish that runs through you, throughout the years write them down. And I swear when we get to the other end, we'll do them all before we hit the ground Oh the good times we'll have then, like the days we once had So don't you go start doing foolish things like learning good wine from bad When the love of our lives has passed away And our hair has turned silver or blue or gray Don't forget I'll be calling you Don't forget we have things to do Buy us a condo in retirement land Wear polyester and start up a band Find a nude beach and practice our catcalls Write feminist poetry and our names on men's stalls And maybe realize our dreams... You and me, girl, we'll be the Shuffleboard Queens.

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