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U.S. Bombs lyrics - Back At The Laundromat

Good Night

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I'll be the last to understand while you were demoralized God damnit times still on yer side A rolling stone no less the Dischords on the side Just add a star up in the sky With Broken records broken spirits we broke the bar we picked each other off the floor we chased our shakes away and scared em with a drink Always a better man that I Thats why the saints were always marchin in EvenWhen their was no luck in sight so who's to know? when's our time to go so kiss yer kids and tuck em in good night it'll be alright, its only life, I know yer All Right its only life Donnas guitar was your left arm she's on the phone stood by yer side you did her right picnic in the park was everyones good night , yer in the light yer in the lig

J.a.c.

D Sisive
My number one priority's lost in the game of life cause death was dominant It's prominent that I'm losing my touch beacuse my confidence Consists of zero motivation the frustration Be taking the best of me...Losing the chemistry I once possessed rest assure the focal point's the metaphor From J.A.C. her words of wisdom was always the best of cures In rough times I'd follow her routes receive the tips And when I took the risk it seemed that rough times never existed... In my memory, avoided the density and the felonies And questioned the... Why was this angel sent to me? It was never understood clearly...The consipracy theory Left thoughts weary and eyes constantly tearly From the loss that was faced, my property was defaced From the relization that she could never be replaced By any other, to others, they'd all be running for cover But the opposite was witnessed from my mother Instead she stood her ground and fought, round for round and brought The insparation that was caught by myself, that surely taught That the posotive always rise and shady ones are dispised I'm seeing it with my eyes, so it ain't really a surprise that... Only the storng survive, and the weak always demise But why is it the good ones always have to die? ...I'll try to sleep tight, despite the fact I guess I'll never see the light... * Hook * (X2) I'm feeling pressures the most at night times when I lay back and close my eyes And realize simply how much you've been there for me It ain't to see, but soul searching keeps me awake at diffrent times To reconize how much you really mean to me...J.A.C. In a retrospect state, I vision all my respect escalate into the highest rate... But the state of mind that I was placed in, subtracted from the rasing Of myself into a grown man for an unknown span of time I slowly felt I was losing my mind and then entering adulthood blind Without the guidance that you once selected, after proceeding to reflect it... Stayed imbedded within my brain...Time and time again I strained my vision to see things clearly, but abstract blurs Conqured my life facts severely While suffering was mearly the side effects We gave our best to elongate or avoid the permanent rest But it was only a test Then the days of life became less Due to infectious breasts, that risked the threat...Leaving defects On your physical frame, cause you were playing a losing game with nobody to blame But your will to maintain...Never lost a single second of life And left us with the posotive attitude that you'd survive through the night But our perspective could not always be right My body grew tight when the phone rang constantly on the expected night On November two-nil when my emotions spilled Cause I heard you had to face your passing, then the world turned still And I totally lost my surviving will, to experience the best face death and realize that it's for real Could never steal the appeal from memories that were lavishly attacking me But still I passivly erased all the feelings from the damaged fee Selected normally, and tried not to vision what the manics see It seemed like yesterday when we were singing songs by David Cassidy Along with our entire life together passing me by like Pharcyde While I'm bucking up for the ride Basic intentions try to strive for goals you offred motivation for Destinations were reached through formations of my speech Boosting me for the reach therfore I have to impeach From 51 to 97, I'm posotive you're let in That unconqured land that lies behind the gates of heaven Beacuse we stuck by our word Til death do us part And since I'm not seeing you phisically, you reside in my heart J.A.C. ...I'll try to sleep tight, despite the fact I guess I'll never see the light... *Hook * (X2)

Basic Thugonomics

JOHN CENA
So, you think you're untouchable? [Chorus (scratched) x2:] Word life--this is Basic Thugonomics Word life--I'm untouchable but I'm forcin' you to feel me Whether fightin' or spittin' my discipline is unforgiven Got you backin' up in a defensive position An ass-kcikin' anthem, heavyweight or bantam Holdin' camps for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor this the new fight joint Like a broken needle kid you missin' the point We dominate your conference with offense, that's no nonsense My theme song hits, get you reinforcements We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks Bare-knuckled men through fight pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this, you forgot like Alzhmiers Two-face rappers walk away with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin' legends to old-timers My incisors like a vipor bitin' through your one-liners New DeadMan Inc., and we about to make you famous Takin' over Earth and still kickin' in Uranus [Chorus] You ain't advanced enough to process,potential for medical concepts Some objects are foreign, like Loch Ness Arts and sex are complex regardless of your finesse or fitness is the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground physical image You're underneath to undermine your whole typical image With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences Poetry beats your mics We untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevasses Streets unite, we rock righter with dumber beats You cats couldn't come this hot ? in the summer heat Forget two takes--kill your birds the first time You better stay worthy of my filler of worse rhymes I'm better than nice, check the veterans twice You be beside your self with fear I'll kill you and bury you twice despite the cover of night Trackin' ya flight like guerrilla warfare When the grass is dense Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense Dead-da, when the lights, the mic is on The crowd is dead like intermission and you on the Titan Tron

Toast To The Good Life

JUVENILE "Rejuvenation"
It's a celebration I didn't made it past 21 feeling like a top gun I'm still standing above the ground, you know it's going down My family good, my people stroot, just shob is a motherfucker obligate Make a toast to the good life, make a toast to the good life. Man, I swear I be like the robot, Programmed to get money and stop only when I run out Models on the table in case a nigga get thirsty Models by the table feel like five years Thursday I'm a fly nigga, I know what you like, women I'm on my Louis Vuiton burgen, it's quite leaning They say my snigger here in his thirty till the life's finished I tell them big 'cause I'm a classic, I like tennis Jordon, burdon, juby, you can say the rest Burn down the novelity minus the big in that No swine as the alcohol in grand that Looking for that clean pussy that no other man has I come to sort the game up, I'm tearing it Forget the man with the suit, you're about to learn it I'm on my green like a God force and I'm celebrating, let's start it off with a shot toast. It's a celebration I didn't made it past 21 feeling like a top gun I'm still standing above the ground, you know it's going down My family good, my people stroot, just shob is a motherfucker obligate Make a toast to the good life, make a toast to the good life. All I do is wash money in my main time Is better say I got a new at least I lay swag Feeling good, my people just got released home I need to rap when I'm telling about this threesome Just money, black cards chris honeys Make everybody gather alone but you risk none Prick runners, that's what I came up around But ask a nigga some, nigga tear your wheel for the run Big stonner, cardiac clean the leans I spend the summer in a Hummer when I'm in the bends Still rolling, even after the wheel stops Fuck jill and drop it down at the hill top. I be shaping the sex, I'm in the lean up Small in the stomach and I ain't even did a sit up Nino, I'll be doing me in this golf curse And I celebrate, let's start it up with a shot toast. It's a celebration I didn't made it past 21 feeling like a top gun I'm still standing above the ground, you know it's going down My family good, my people stroot, just shob is a motherfucker obligate Make a toast to the good life, make a toast to the good life. (bis) And it feels so good, God damn it, it feels so good, man I'm out to rearrange my motherfucker shit, man

Save Your Skin

GOLDEN EARRING "No Promises... No Debts"
From the Albums: * No promises no debts * 2nd Live The pity and the pleasure and the guilt and the pain The sun and the moon and the stars in the rain It's all the same Goin' back to zero The other side a life With gasoline and neon lights Seeping though the night On a coulour-slide Hand that's holdin' a gun It's the trigger – happy son Another abnormality A wolf among the sheep It's the good time boy, girls toy Takin' another chance And there he goes Do you think he knows On and on he goes Do you think it shows Hold on he's coming back Like a joker jumpin' outa the deck Hit a lotta dust. Hit it hard Just to prove my lord he can take a lot Dig it now you still can Get a smoke-screen and a rifle-man Holy Christ look at the state he's in Save your skin take my advice And keep the kids inside Save your skin now you can without an alibi Save your skin take my advice And leave the dogs outside Cause here he comes It's the demon man with the fire in his eyes Checking out your lies one by one. Soulkitchen's empty Lotta contrast with last night There's broken chairs and broken glasses Everywhere in sight Sunlight is blindin' my eyes Minute he walks in How ya been?

Walking On The Spot

CROWDED HOUSE "Together Alone"
The odd times we slip and slither down the dark hall fingers point from old windows an eerie shadow falls I'm walking on the spot to show that I'm alive moving every bone in my body from side to side Will we be in our minds when the dawn breaks can we look the milkman in the eye the world is somehow different, you have all been changed before my very eyes Walk around your home pour yourself a drink fire one more torpedo, baby watch the kitchen sink you're lounging on the sofa, maybe see the living room die the dishes are unwashed and broken all you do is cry See the living room die the dishes are unwashed and broken all you do is cry

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