Some song lyrics I like a lot
"Light that smoke yeah one for giving up on me,
And one just cause they'll kill you sooner than my expectations.
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar:
'I could have died with you.'
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle.- I confess.
Now ask yourself, yeah, out on the insides,
I said I loved you but I lied.
Let's play this game called 'When You Catch Fire.'
I wouldn't piss to put you out.
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them,
So I can forget about you.
So bury me in memory.
His smile's your rope,
So wrap it tight around your throat.
On the drive home,
Joke about the kid you used to see,
And his jealousy.
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool,
As when you wrap your car around a tree.
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth.
Let's play this game called 'When You Catch Fire.'
I wouldn't piss to put you out.
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them,
So I can forget about you.
So bury me in memory.
His smile's your rope,
So wrap it tight around your throat.
So bury me in memory.
His smile's your rope,
So wrap it tight around your throat.
So bury me in memory.
Around your throat."
--Fall Out Boy, "Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today"
"Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up.
Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up.
I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands.
Come back with slickness and do it all again.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
Now I'm the media's darling, pick it up, pick it up.
An international phenomenon, light it up, light it up.
I cause eclipses with a wave of the hand.
Let them hang in ellipses and do it all again.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
I got your number. I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm.
I drive out daemons. Can I hear an Amen?
Now say my name.
Lay hands on screaming heathens. And do it all again.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on."
--Clutch, "Subtle Hustle"
"To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy,
To run, to run away,
To find what you believe,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don't exist
So I run,
I run away
To the light of masochists,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
And I walked this line,
A million and one fucking times,
But not this time
I don't feel any shame,
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain,
When you've been victimized,
Tales from another broken home"
--Green Day, "Jesus of Suburbia (Act V:Tales Of Another Broken Home)"
And one just cause they'll kill you sooner than my expectations.
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar:
'I could have died with you.'
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle.- I confess.
Now ask yourself, yeah, out on the insides,
I said I loved you but I lied.
Let's play this game called 'When You Catch Fire.'
I wouldn't piss to put you out.
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them,
So I can forget about you.
So bury me in memory.
His smile's your rope,
So wrap it tight around your throat.
On the drive home,
Joke about the kid you used to see,
And his jealousy.
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool,
As when you wrap your car around a tree.
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth.
Let's play this game called 'When You Catch Fire.'
I wouldn't piss to put you out.
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them,
So I can forget about you.
So bury me in memory.
His smile's your rope,
So wrap it tight around your throat.
So bury me in memory.
His smile's your rope,
So wrap it tight around your throat.
So bury me in memory.
Around your throat."
--Fall Out Boy, "Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today"
"Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up.
Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up.
I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands.
Come back with slickness and do it all again.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
Now I'm the media's darling, pick it up, pick it up.
An international phenomenon, light it up, light it up.
I cause eclipses with a wave of the hand.
Let them hang in ellipses and do it all again.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
I got your number. I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm.
I drive out daemons. Can I hear an Amen?
Now say my name.
Lay hands on screaming heathens. And do it all again.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on."
--Clutch, "Subtle Hustle"
"To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy,
To run, to run away,
To find what you believe,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don't exist
So I run,
I run away
To the light of masochists,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
And I walked this line,
A million and one fucking times,
But not this time
I don't feel any shame,
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain,
When you've been victimized,
Tales from another broken home"
--Green Day, "Jesus of Suburbia (Act V:Tales Of Another Broken Home)"