Best Lyrics from a song?
 

Just wondering what you guys think as in what song has the best lyrics?

I just think of some... Richard Marx-Right Here Waiting
Pat Benetar I think has some good lyrics... though i dont care for some of her music...

Whats yours?

Sweat Shop Union - The Thing About it.

-ignore the chorus. while i enjoy it the core elements of the song are a lot better.


This is a time of growth for those that know,
And it's a time of hope for those that don't,
But if your mind is open you'll get shown,

We've had our sights blinded, all of my like-minded,
People need to get up and discover the right time is,
Now, so start opposing the powers that arose,
In ancient days and paved the way to this load,
It's so controlled, it's sitting in most, just sit and stare,
At a television with a distant glare,
And I'm ashamed to admit it, I'm a slave to this shit,
As much as anybody but I'm not afraid of it,
This is where the change comes, and this is where we make some difference,
Embrace what's within us and escape from this prison,
All it takes is a little bit of faith,
And a little bit of love, to get rid of all the hate,

Chorus:
But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it,
We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out,
We figure out where we're going while we live in doubt,
If you want my truth, listen now and just think about it,
The thing about it is we can't even think about it,
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change,
So, take a second, and shake your head,
And take a step ahead and think about it,

Now the ball is in our court, while we sit and watch passively,
The face of the earth changes drastically, after we,
Clear space at this rate for strip malls and factories,
We risk take a crew fate at a pace beyond gradually,
No more crops for us to harvest and feed,
Self-sufficiency replaced by clone-copy written seeds,
Now ask yourself, how can we be free,
When the water that we drink is owned by some company,

I hear the weep up the streets, and cries up in the skies,
The weakness is disguised with deceitful lies,
Well we all eat to survive, and sleep through our lives,
Repeat in for high, all shit and no pride,
Never speak of our lie, let the fear fortify,
My insides are dying, trying to fit in the design,
I'm reminded daily, of a world gone crazy,
Guns mean safety for orphan babies,
Ignore the distortion you're forced to perceive and believe,
What supercedes is love, but who agrees?

But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it,
We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out,
We figure out where we're going while we live in doubt,
If you want my truth, listen now and just think about it,
The thing about it is we can't even think about it,
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change,
So, take a second, and shake your head,
And take a step ahead and think about it,

Could you survive in the wild, with a wife and a child,
A whole human history, a line a type and a file,
So live your life in denial, or try to live on your own,
Without your colour TV, heat, fridge or the phone,
Well the average guy lives an elaborate lie,
Waste days on slave wage beneath the passionate eye,
Now we ovulate, copulate and over-populate,
Never stop to think about the things that we were taught to hate,
Now the stage is set, watch the players place their bets,
Take a sec, shake your head, feel alive, make you sweat,
Realize that the system can't exist without belief,
Appreciate your true potential, untwist your mouth and speak,
We're working on building a world our children can live in,
Understand, I can't be free, while you're still in this prison,
And I could spend my days preaching, so on and so forth,
But it won't change, until we don't want to go on, no more,

But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it,
We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out,
We figure out where we're going while we live in doubt,
If you want my truth, listen now and just think about it,
The thing about it is we can't even think about it,
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change,
So, take a second, and shake your head,
And take a step ahead and think about it,

But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it,
We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out,
We figure out where we're going while we live in doubt,
If you want my truth, listen now and just think about it,
The thing about it is we can't even think about it,
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change,
So, take a second, and shake your head,
And take a step ahead and think about it,

This is a time of growth for those that know,
And it's a time of hope for those that don't,
But if your mind is open you'll get shown.



-While some people around here cant stand these guyz, to me their lyrics are untouchable in the rap world. (At least on the Canadian scene.) But thats just my opinion no one elses. I know tripper is gonna jump all over this blah.

lol
 

damn.. not to bad those.. lyrics are cool...

The Weakerthans - (hospital vespers)

Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick. Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yahtzee!" I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic, something called "The Politics of Lonely," a toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus. You tried not to roll your sunken eyes, and said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it." Pointed at the camera in the ceiling. I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see. Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling. Before the nurses came, took you away, I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.

This one goes out to all you lovers out there...


Cannibal Corpse - Orgasm Through Torture


[Music: Webster]
[Lyrics: Mazurkiewicz]

Suffer to survive
Instinct I despise

Stalking the night, searching for
A victim to defile
Cock she craves today
Cum she wants to spray
And to reach the orgasm through torture

From behind, pain shivering down my spine
I feel paralyzed only controlling my mind

Strapped to a table, naked, genitals exposed
Eyes claimed open, mouth
gagged shut, terrified
Locks my scrotum in a vice and
tightens forcefully
Agony, silent screams, want to die

Shackled and bound, unaware my fate
Destined to be maimed to stimulate

The skin is peeled off my dick
Done with a razor blade
She begins to suck
Blood and cum amok
She rips my cock off with her teeth
Masticate, gnawing and chewing the stump
She regurgitates, I'm covered in my bloody
chunks

Suffer to survive
Instinct I despise

I am alive, victimized
Tortured fate, asexual state

Artist: Blackalicious
Album: Melodica EP
Song: 40oz. for Breakfast

[Gift of Gab]
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
when my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
and caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You're dismissed"
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
Why go job hunting today?
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
and feel my problems shrink away
And by now, the rent's due in two weeks
But inside my mind that's just another problem brew can delete
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
and said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don't live here no more"
And now I'm ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
though I knew he had doubts
And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with
I'm so confused I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path of nowhere
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
a forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..

A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway
seems like everytime I start I don't know when it's time to say when
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
At a party with some brothers I don't know I'm chillin in some E&J
With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down
and plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
I can't remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway
next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
Start talkin out my ass I can't see straight but yet I quote
and I don't know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
that I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to show me
what they got not thinkin straight I don't know why I posed the challenge
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
Some shit was said I know I can't erase and now shit ain't the same
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend
and loose them to booze in my system just ain't how I'm livin
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
A forty ounce for.. nah
A forty ounce for.. fuck!!
Just one more forty just one more I'll make this last day
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day


....I'm loving this song at the moment, a cautionary tail of alcoholism...

I usaully accept all forms of music but.. why are they using such fucked up names... ffs.


Cannibal Corpse - Orgasm Through Torture ? wtf.

It's too bad all those words in the Cannibal Corpse song sound like "BBBLLLAAARRRRGGGHHH BLUUUAAAHHHHH BRRRRRGGGGGGAAAHHHHH BBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGG"

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Best lyrics ever = "Starting Up A Posse" by Anthrax

Now I'm gonna tell ya a story
A tale of wrong and Right
and freedom is the reason
You can't take it without a fight


So now I'm startin' up a posse
(Suck my dick, suck my dick)
To come and look for you
We're gonna put a stop
To what you want to do
You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are


You say our records are offensive
(You're a douche, You're a douche)
Our messages ain't right
You say "We're gonna label records
So our kids can grow up right"
You fucking whores (Let them decide)
That's all you are


Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex drugs, rape
These seven words you're trying to take
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
Right or wrong it's our choice to make
America the beautiful, Land of the free
Don't change the words to land of Hypocrisy


Now I'm startin' up a posse (Fascist scum, fascist scum)
And we'll damn sure make you see
Something that offends you
May not be offensive to me
You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are


Now you might take offense
To a word like "fuck" or "shit" (Dick!)
But you fuckin' don't have the right (Cunt!)
To discriminate me for saying it!
You fuckin' whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are


So now I'm startin' up a posse (Motherfucker, motherfuck)
To fight for freedom of choice
To fight for freedom of speech
We're gonna make you hear our voice


And now I don't do this to shock you
(That's the end, that's the end)
I don't do this for spite
You've got the choice, don't buy it, don't read it,
And don't say your opinion's right
You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are (Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunt)


You know you can't censor my feelings
You can't censor my thoughts
Censorship's against
Everything America stands for
You fuckin' whores (Let us decide)
That's all you are (And this ain't sexist, either)

Artist: Guttermouth
Song: 1-2-3 SLAM

okay, here's the story about my mom and dad
one was white
one was black
i bet you think you're glad
i'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan
i don't know what the hell i'm on
so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
kinky hair when i wake up
straight when i go to bed
my dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said
my mother she's a honkey
my dad's kentucky fried
i don't know what the hell i'm on
so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!

back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
it's hot dogs on friday nights
the chicken's country fried
my dad says "yo boy pass the peas!"
my mom says pass the squash
i need something to ease the pain
so i'll go downtown and get some downers

whoa, man, i'm a little bit slow
but i've got to get up somehow
got no money
just a good idea
let me tell you how
i'll steal my parents credit cards
oh yes i'll rip them off
i'll go downtown to where dad works
and get myself some cocaine

now i'm high, and i'm not shy
i'll get it off my chest
my mom is white, she thinks she's right
she thinks that she's the best
my dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf
i don't know what the hell i am
so1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!

[quote="Kraut Killer":d3b4f]Artist: Guttermouth
Song: 1-2-3 SLAM

okay, here's the story about my mom and dad
one was white
one was black
i bet you think you're glad
i'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan
i don't know what the hell i'm on
so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
kinky hair when i wake up
straight when i go to bed
my dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said
my mother she's a honkey
my dad's kentucky fried
i don't know what the hell i'm on
so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!

back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
it's hot dogs on friday nights
the chicken's country fried
my dad says "yo boy pass the peas!"
my mom says pass the squash
i need something to ease the pain
so i'll go downtown and get some downers

whoa, man, i'm a little bit slow
but i've got to get up somehow
got no money
just a good idea
let me tell you how
i'll steal my parents credit cards
oh yes i'll rip them off
i'll go downtown to where dad works
and get myself some cocaine

now i'm high, and i'm not shy
i'll get it off my chest
my mom is white, she thinks she's right
she thinks that she's the best
my dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf
i don't know what the hell i am
so1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!![/quote:d3b4f]

those fucking suck

Here we go again, motherfucker

Come on down, and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right? Get the fuck outta my face
Understand that I can't feel anything
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a would, like I got a fuckin'
Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead

One more time, mother fucker

Everybody hates me now, so fuck it
Blood's on my face and my hands, and I
Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry
But that's none of your business
Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it?
Spin it around so i can spit in its face
I wanna leave without a trace
Cuz I don't wanna diein this place

People = Shit
People = Shit (Whatcha gonna do?)
People = Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you)
People = Shit (I'm everything you'll never be)
People = Shit

It never stops - you can't be everything to everyone
Contagion - I'm sittin' at the side of Satan
What do you want from me?
They never told me the failure I was meant to be
Overdo it - don't tell me you blew it
Stop your bitchin' and fight your way through it
I'M - NOT - LIKE - YOU - I - JUST - FUCK - UP

C'mon mother fucker, everybody has to die

People = Shit
People = Shit (Whatcha gonna do?)
People = Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you)
People = Shit (I'm everything you'll never be)
People = Shit

rock:

so every best lyrics = fuck people, murder some sluts, bite of my cock and chew it?

bloodhound gang = 1337 rhymes

Im bugging out like tori spellings eyes....rofl happy:

Chris Botti- Ever Since We Met


You know i only wanna be with you
from the very first time i knew
i had a feeling this love was true
(ever since we met)
i want stay right by your side
you know i never want to say goodbye
There's not a cloud up in the sky
(ever since we met)
ever since we met

Though it doesn't fit into the death/kill/drugs/hate spectrum that so many of the worlds youth absorb... here is a song that I feel is written masterfully and envokes a sence of enpowerment, strenth, and hope.

Elsewhere


I love the time and in between
the calm inside me
in the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a
distance I have wandered
to touch upon the years of
reaching out and reaching in
holding out holding in
I believe
this is heaven to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as I can be
left here to linger in silence
if I choose to
would you try to understand
I know this love is passing time
passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire...
but I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near...
I believe...
I believe
this is heaven to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
if I choose to
would you try to understand
Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
the mold that clings like desperation
Mother can't you see I've got
to live my life the way I feel is right for me
might not be right for you but it's right for me...
I believe...
I believe
this is heaven to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
if I choose to
would you try to understand it
I would like to linger here in silence
if I choose to
would you understand it
would you try to understand...


I would be honestly impressed if anyone can tell me the artist.

Sarah McLachlan.