'worst lyrics ever' thread (3 Viewers)

[ernesto]

madonna's 'rap' from american life:

I'm drinking a Soy latte
I get a double shot
It goes right through my body
And you know
I'm satisfied,
I drive my mini cooper
And I'm feeling super-dooper
Yo they tell me I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope
You know I'm satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butler
And a bodyguard or five
A gardener and a stylist
Do you think I'm satisfied?
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing Is what it seems
boyeeeeeeeeee!!!

Dutchy wins.

 

[snakybus]

Here's an example of empty soundbites from Beck, specially designed for people who don't like feeling or thinking anything:

Loser

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey,
butane in my veins so I'm out to get the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables,
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose,
kill the headlights and put it in neutral,
stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control,
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D,
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat,
someone came sayin' I'm a saint (I'm insane)
to complain about
a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt,
don't believe everything that you breathe,
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve,
so shave your face with some mace in the dark,
saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park,

yo, cut it

Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,
double barrel buckshot,
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,

forces of evil on a bozo nightmare,
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag,
one's on the pole, shove the other in the bag,
with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job,
the daytime crap of the folk singers slop,
he hung himself with a guitar string,
a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing,
I can't write if ya' can't relate,
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate,
and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite,
who's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

get crazy with the cheez-wiz,

Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
drive, by, body pierce

yo bring it on down

Soy
(em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ybab resol a m'I, rodedrep nu yoS)

I'm a driver, I'm a winner
things are gonna' change I can feel it
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
I can't believe it
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
Sprechen sie deutsch, baby
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
You know what I'm sayin'

 

[Mormon Nailer]

As I search for a piece of kindness
And I find Hitler in my heart

And he is whispering
"As sure as love will spring
From the Well of Blood in Vain, oh Jew!
The Well of Blood in Vain!"
La la la la la la

And I fell into a deeper precipice
With mouths of rapists
Jaws dropped down
Jaws dropped down
Jaws dropped

Don't punish me
For wanting your love inside of me
Don't punish me
For wanting your love inside of me

And I find Hitler in my heart
From the corpses flowers grow

And I find Hitler in my heart
From the corpses flowers grow

And I find Hitler in my heart
From the corpses flowers grow
Flowers grow
From the corpses flowers grow
Flowers grow

 

[Mormon Nailer]

Fucking Beat that I say!!

 

[nEiLo]

"hot dogs, jumping frogs.... [SIZE=-1]Alberrrrr-qurrrr-queeee"[/SIZE]

 

[ratmonkey]

A licky boom boom down (or whatever it was Snow was saying in Informer)

 

[c0De_n1NjA]

your love is like a flame,
i'm always in the dark,
livin' in a powder keg and settin' off sparks...

 

[BonsaiSuperstar]

i thought this was over - Dutchy wins?
truely shocking lyrics.

 

[worthit]

Damien Rice and the Frames have a talent for writing meaningless lyrics and making people think they mean something.

 

[Lili Marlene]

God, what the hell's that all meant to be about? Cambodia sounds worse than Bray as a holiday destination to do some sunbathing and play lawn bowling etc. as well as eat a few ice creams and maybe a bottle of beer in the sunshine perhaps.

that don't forget to pack a wife line wrecks what were potentially good lyrics in my opinion.

But yeah Dutchy wins

 

[Charlie Bucket]

Well, I don't hate my parents
I don't get drunk just to spite them
I've got my own reasons to drink now
Think I'll call my dad up and invite him
I can sleep in till noon anytime I want
Though there's not many days that I do
Gotta get up and take on that world
When your an adult it's no cliche it's the truth

(Chorus)
'Cause I'm an adult now
I'm an adult now
I've got the problems of an adult
On my head and on my shoulders
I'm an adult now

I can't even look at young girls anymore
People will think I'm some kind of pervert
Adult sex is either boring or dirty
Young people they can get away with murder
I don't write songs about girls anymore
I have to write songs about women
No more boy meets girl boy loses girl
More like man tries to figure out what the hell went wrong

I can't take any more illicit drugs
I can't afford any artificial joy
I'd sure look like a fool dead in a ditch somewhere
With a mind full of chemicals
Like some cheese-eating high school boy

Sometimes my head hurts and sometimes my stomach hurts
And I guess it won't be long
Till I'm sitting in a room with a bunch
of people whose necks and backs are aching
Whose sight and hearing's failing
Who just can't seem to get it up
Speaking of hearing, I can't take too much loud music
I mean I like to play it, but I sure don't like the racket
Noise, but I can't hear anything
Just guitars screaming, screaming, screaming
Some guy screaming in a leather jacket
Wooah!

 

[Lord Damian]

Well, I don't hate my parents
I don't get drunk just to spite them
I've got my own reasons to drink now
Think I'll call my dad up and invite him
I can sleep in till noon anytime I want
Though there's not many days that I do
Gotta get up and take on that world
When your an adult it's no cliche it's the truth

(Chorus)
'Cause I'm an adult now
I'm an adult now
I've got the problems of an adult
On my head and on my shoulders
I'm an adult now

I can't even look at young girls anymore
People will think I'm some kind of pervert
Adult sex is either boring or dirty
Young people they can get away with murder
I don't write songs about girls anymore
I have to write songs about women
No more boy meets girl boy loses girl
More like man tries to figure out what the hell went wrong

I can't take any more illicit drugs
I can't afford any artificial joy
I'd sure look like a fool dead in a ditch somewhere
With a mind full of chemicals
Like some cheese-eating high school boy

Sometimes my head hurts and sometimes my stomach hurts
And I guess it won't be long
Till I'm sitting in a room with a bunch
of people whose necks and backs are aching
Whose sight and hearing's failing
Who just can't seem to get it up
Speaking of hearing, I can't take too much loud music
I mean I like to play it, but I sure don't like the racket
Noise, but I can't hear anything
Just guitars screaming, screaming, screaming
Some guy screaming in a leather jacket
Wooah!

better hope Anfernee doesn't see this, or I Think You Are Dead.

 

[jimmybreeze]

Probably one of the worst Iv ever read :

What was Wrong with Us?​

On the day, how the light bounced,
How it drew your eyes my way
And our names were taken, numbers taken,
Put in a boat and pushed away
And now, well, all that shit I'd say,
That made you laugh in that peculiar way,
Your face alive with a thousand fires
But I just watched them burn away..​

What was wrong with us?
What was wrong with us?
Did we ever have enough?
Tell me, what was wrong with us?​

And then the night came, you seemed to know it first,
I always seem to come off worse,
Well I guess thats just my curse,
Maybe how it hurts
To see the flesh stiffen to stone,
Porcelain eyes dry as bone,
The tongue forks, lips tighten, knuckles whiten
And I am alone.​

What was wrong with us?
What was wrong with us?
Did we even know enough?
Tell me, what was wrong with us?​

Was there another man?
Well, he's just a man,
I know he'll do all he can..
Was it something I said;
Was it something I forgot to say?
I thought my book was read,
I thought youd heard ahead..
But what was wrong with me?​

And today, you could be a thousand miles away,
Were you always a thousand miles away,
In the sun on some endless day?
And now, when I can just about look back..​

I'm in the lounge now, with my bags packed,
Youre not around now and you won't be back...


Courtesy of "Kafka"
most deserved ban ever
​

 

[flashback]

IF ONLY CHEEP COULD FLY
IF ONLY CHEEP COULD FLY
THEN HE, A BETTER BIRD WOULD BE
IN SKIES HE'D FEEL QUITE FREE
WHILE OTHER BIRDS GO BY

IF CHEEP COULD USE HIS WINGS
THEN HE'D SOON BUMP INTO THINGS
AND HAVE TO TAKE GREAT CARE
NOT TO FALL IN FAT CAT'S LAIR
AND IF HE SHOULD SEE CROW
HE QUICKLY HOME WOULD GO
TO HIS FAVORITE FRIEND CALLED ORM
AND THERE ALL SAVE AND WARM
HE'D DREAM ABOUT ANOTHER DAY

Fucking Orm and Cheep.

Who did they think they were?

 

[coast to coast]

madonna's 'rap' from american life:

I'm drinking a Soy latte
I get a double shot
It goes right through my body
And you know
I'm satisfied,
I drive my mini cooper
And I'm feeling super-dooper
Yo they tell me I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope
You know I'm satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butler
And a bodyguard or five
A gardener and a stylist
Do you think I'm satisfied?
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing Is what it seems
boyeeeeeeeeee!!!

Holy moly. Makes those Blizzards lyrics sound good, not that I've ever actually heard either.

 

[Super Dexta]

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

(Getting angry doesn't solve anything)

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me

Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

{2X}
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door



and look at the fucking state of him.

 

[Lord Damian]

Probably one of the worst Iv ever read :

What was Wrong with Us?​

On the day, how the light bounced,
How it drew your eyes my way
And our names were taken, numbers taken,
Put in a boat and pushed away
And now, well, all that shit I'd say,
That made you laugh in that peculiar way,
Your face alive with a thousand fires
But I just watched them burn away..​

What was wrong with us?
What was wrong with us?
Did we ever have enough?
Tell me, what was wrong with us?​

And then the night came, you seemed to know it first,
I always seem to come off worse,
Well I guess thats just my curse,
Maybe how it hurts
To see the flesh stiffen to stone,
Porcelain eyes dry as bone,
The tongue forks, lips tighten, knuckles whiten
And I am alone.​

What was wrong with us?
What was wrong with us?
Did we even know enough?
Tell me, what was wrong with us?​

Was there another man?
Well, he's just a man,
I know he'll do all he can..
Was it something I said;
Was it something I forgot to say?
I thought my book was read,
I thought youd heard ahead..
But what was wrong with me?​

And today, you could be a thousand miles away,
Were you always a thousand miles away,
In the sun on some endless day?
And now, when I can just about look back..​

I'm in the lounge now, with my bags packed,
Youre not around now and you won't be back...​

Courtesy of "Kafka"
most deserved ban ever​

actually, some of those aren't bad (to me)...

 

[St. Fechin]

'I've Never Been to Me' - Charlene

Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life
you're a discontented mother
and a regimented wife
I have no doubt
you dream about the things you never do
but I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

Please lady please lady
don't just walk away
Cause I have this need to tell you
why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
won't you share a part
of a weary heart that has lived a million lives

Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by kings
and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'pose to see
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
a fantasy we created about people and places
as we like them to be
but you know what truth is?
it's that little baby you're holding
and it's that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight
that's truth that's love

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
but I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free
hey lady I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me...

I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

 

[Scientician 0.8]

Probably one of the worst Iv ever read :

Courtesy of "Kafka"
most deserved ban ever​

Who is/was Kafka other than Czech author?

 

[flashback]

madonna's 'rap' from american life:

That made me quite angry. Seriously. Someone slap that aul wan about for that. Fucking isotopes. Jesus.