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RICK SPRINGFIELD lyrics - Comic Book Heroes

Bad Boy

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(Springfield) I woke up from the drink I had The room was dark and suddenly began to swirl I should have heeded mother's words She said she'd heard it said you were a naughty girl But what does a mother know That we really need to know And what would she say if she knew [Chorus:] Na na na na you're just a Bad Boy Who, who, who Na na na na they'll drive you mad boy Who, who, who But mother, what a way to go I looked out as the sun came up I shook my head and said I really should be gone I grabbed my shoes and daily news And walked out in the heat beneath the summer sun But father was there outside with no place to run and hide He looked most upset as he said 'Where've you been?' [Chorus] But what if she'd walked in and caught us Do you think she'd have been shocked The way that she talked you'd think I was a daughter Anyway the door was locked I know that mother disagrees But I would really like to see you again And if you want to see me too Then meet me in the bushes at the river bend And no one will find us out 'Cause no one will be about But still I can hear them all say [Chorus]

Piece Of Shit

West Buurbs "EZ Listening"
like i told you before, you can't be a don cause you don't got a job, and your name is juan and just two weeks ago, you became an ex-con, and got fucked in the ass by lyle mouton. and you walked in your house, and all your furniture was gone, and you're beggin com ed to turn your power back on now you're scratchin your head, don't understand what went wrong looked out the window and you see a burning cross on your lawn. looked in your wallet, didn't even have a quarter, looked in your pants, and your dick was getting shorter, saw your wife givin me head on your video recorder then you went to burger king, and they wouldn't take your order. someone came from behind, said get on ya knees tried to drive away, but you couldn't find your keys just for 5 dollars, stickin dicks in your mouth walked home to find a note that you're evicted from your house i don't claim to be a genius but i'm not that dumb but it's not a secret that i can't stand bums, never tryin to get a job, always beggin for my loot. always standing outside in a santa clause suit. or a paralyzed veteran of the veitnam war. then the cops come and he walks to another fuckin store. with a crack pipe he goes to get another fuckin hit. here's a gun for your troubles you fuckin peice of shit! i'm not a supremecist, i'm not in the clan, i just think you should die if you come from japan cause they got small dicks and they got small hands and they talk so fast that i can't understand and there's 8 billion of them living on 100 feet of land if they left it up to me, all the chinks would be banned then we ship then on a plane, to the middle of iran, let them die of thirst and rot and decompose in the sand i'm sorry if i'm rude, i don't mean to snap but i think we should open more concentration camps i don't care if the jews want to live on my land, but they're buying everything and it's getting out of hand. send a rocket full of C4 to jeruselum. then I blow up holly wood, and all the sports stadiums . we can have a k9 unit sniff the jews at the border, or just build a gas chamber on every major corner. AIDS was put on the planet to kill all the fags and if it doesn't then you know I will send them all to kansas city or wherever they please, let them fuck eachother till they all catch a disease shove a cork in thier dicks so they can't take a piss, and crucify the faggots who catch syphillis, then we put them in the middle of a faggot bon fire. and we clip off their nutz with a pair of rusty pliers I don't like to judge, and I'm not prejudiced, but I can't go to Texas cause I cant stand hicks, always drivin pickup trucks and eatin toothpicks. and right across the border you can see all the spics. jumpin in the river with a back pack of food, fitting 20 family members in a fuckin intertube. it's always fun to drive by the river and park, and watch their stupid asses get eaten by a shark.

Out Of Range

ANI DIFRANCO "Out Of Range"
Just the thought of our bed Makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running down the middle of me Most of the time Boys get locked up in some prison Girls get locked up in some house And it don't matter if it's a warden or a lover or a spouse You just can't talk to 'em You just can't reason You just can't leave And you just can't please 'em I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and water Thinking nothing ever changes And I was shocked To see the mistakes of each generation Will just fade like a radio station If you drive out of range If you're not angry You're just stupid Or you don't care How else can you react When you know Something's so unfair The men of the hour Can kill half the world in war Make them slaves to a super power And let them die poor I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and water Thinking nothing ever changes And I was shocked To see the mistakes of each generation Will just fade like a radio station If you drive out of range Just the thought of our bed Makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running down the middle of me Most of the time Baby I love you That's why I'm leaving There's no talking to you And there's no pleasing you And I care enough That I'm mad That half the world don't even know What they could have had I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and water Thinking nothing ever changes And I was shocked To see the mistakes of each generation Will just fade like a radio station If you drive out of range

Bass Song

Hayden
The day after the storm I didnt leave the house at all They assumed from the lack of prints in the snow That I had been away for some time But I was upstairs And I couldn't hear them With my headphones on, recording a song They broke my windows And walked inside, beneath me as I played on Unaware of what was going on As my song began to fade I heard whispering and then I couldn't breath They were walking up the stairs Towards me as I looked for somthing to try and scare them away And I couldn't find shit So I grabbed my bass guitar by the neck and held it above me And hid by the top of the stairs and thats where I was found 5 days after I hit the ground

Husband With No Courage In Him

LLOYD
HUSBAND WITH NO COURAGE IN HIM As I walked out one summer's day To view the fields and the lizards springing I saw two maidens standing by And one of them her hands was wringing And all of her conversation was My husband's got no courage in him, Oh dear, no oh dear, no, My husband's got no courage in him, oh dear, no All sorts of meat I do preserve All sorts of drink that's fitting for him Both oyster pies and rhubarb too But nothing will put courage in him It's seven years I've made his bed And six of them I've laid agin him And this morn I rose with my maidenhead Now that shows he's got no courage in him ___________ Can be heard on A. L. Lloyd The Foggy Dew and Paul Clayton Unholy Matrimony filename[ NOCOURAG SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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