You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.
We had a shit lyrics thread a couple of days ago. Now tell us those lyrics you like.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 9:55, 46 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

By Frank Turner:
"And If music was the food of love,
then I'd be a fat romantic slob"
(Poppet some assembly required., Wed 29 Jul 2009, 9:59, Reply)

Stuck in my head atm
I hate those women who make that noise,
that they don't need daddies, men or boys;
even the hardcore dykes like
COCK. SHAPED. SEX. TOYS!
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:08, Reply)

Iggy Pop, Lust for Life:

'Well, that's like hypnotising chickens'.

I had a genuine wtf moment when I first heard that song...
(berk, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:09, Reply)

It's a real thing, hypnotising chickens
Look on wikipedia for Chicken Hypnotism.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:15, Reply)

Replacements! Bastards of Young!
The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:10, Reply)

Is that last line part of the song?

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:17, Reply)

Yes it is

( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:25, Reply)

"And you think that you're not good enough for me
And it's true, but I like you anyway.
You think I'm clever, clever as can be,
That might be true, but I like you anyway."
Veronica: Sultans of Ping FC
( thealternativefact, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:21, Reply)

A classic!
I have the CD single with "Riot at the sheepdog trials" on it.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 13:00, Reply)

The Bad Touch
I put that on the jukebox in my pub last night.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:22, Reply)

Tom Waits "t'aint no sin" / The Black Rider
"When it gets too hot for comfort, and you can't get an ice cream cone
't ain't no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones"

"Come on a long with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Lay down in the web of the black spider
I'll drink your blood like wine

So come on in
It ain't no sin
Take off your skin
And dance around your bones"

I think it's possibly more the way he says it, but this guy is a fecking genius and is top-dog for bizarre yet brilliant lyrics / songs. I've edited this message about 3 times already cos I couldn't find the best way to describe it! Just go download it instead. The whole album.
(The Apeface Cherub is not a cunty-uber-cunt, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:24, Reply)

When your pubic hair's on fire...something's wrong
When you think you're the Messiah...something's wrong
When you mistake a plane for Venus...something's wrong
When your girlfriend's got a penis...something's wrong

Something's wrong. . . ieeh . . .Something's Wrong

When you like music more than life...something's wrong
When you start sleeping as you drive...something's wrong
When your favourite drink is thinner...something's wrong
When you're proud to be a sinner...something's wrong

Something's wrong. . . ieeh . . .Something's Wrong

When a canary drives a tractor...something's wrong
When your president's an actor...something's wrong
When your jacket's plagued with dandruff...something's wrong
If you think that this song matters...something's wrong

Something's wrong. . . ieeh . . .Something's Wrong

Edit: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOqU9_KW4aI
(bill, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:25, Reply)

THAT'S K'S CHOICE!!!
I don't know anyone else who knows them.
We used to annoy people with a screechy version of Not an Addict when I was in a band.
Well in!
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:27, Reply)

That it is!
Not an addict is another favourite of mine.
(bill, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:31, Reply)

"oooo-oo, oooo-oo, oooo-oo, ooooooh..."
I'm going to listen to it now!
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:32, Reply)

As we're on the subject:
Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it's almost out
We're so creative, so much more
We're high above but on the floor
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so high

It's not an habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict, maybe that's a lie

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
Oh, nothing means a thing to me

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict, maybe that's a lie

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling

It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive, I feel
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict, maybe that's a lie
I'm not an addict
I'm not an addict
I'm not an addict

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cklb7L0OA1c&feature=related
(bill, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:38, Reply)

Part of me is starting to think
you need to get out a little more....
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:41, Reply)

Really?
I'm thinking he shouldn't really go out at all.
( thealternativefact, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:43, Reply)

hahah
Sorry Bill looks like you're not going to be allowed out for next weekend :p
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:51, Reply)

But but but
No fair!
(bill, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:58, Reply)

Maybe if you convince me you deserve
to be allowed to go I'll let you ;)
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:01, Reply)

I'll try my best to

(bill, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:22, Reply)

Aw hush you two
It's a BOSS song!!!
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:44, Reply)

A few
"Well I hold my only enemy as closely as a friend, and I sold my own reality to further my descent" - Sum 41 - All messed up - Not quite sure why I like it, but I do!

"Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat, though his clothes are soiled and black. He's a big strong man with a childs mind, don't you take his booze away!" - Dropkick Murphys - Bar Room Hero - Good drinking tune

"Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least" - Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Blinded By The Light - By FAR the funniest random lyrics I've heard!
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:33, Reply)

I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go - Hot Rockin'

Rob Halford
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:43, Reply)

The Fall - Hex Induction Hour
Hey there fuckface
Hey there fuckface

Where are the obligatory niggers?
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:46, Reply)

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:47, Reply)

Roots Manuva
I'm every man, I'm every cause, I'm every whim,
Concoction of cocktails, scotch, rum and gin,
I hate this world so much I'm shitting out love,
I'm a health freak, working out in the pub,
Theese eyes, they show the lies, they show the truth,
I swear I was Jesus, but I don't have the proof.
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:50, Reply)

Tune!

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:05, Reply)

Indeed Sir
..
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:16, Reply)

Saves the Day - Firefly
To me you are the light from a light bulb that breaks sometimes
and the tender warmth inside is released into my life
and it smothers me in flames that lick and scorch my face
As the smoke reaches the sky know I'm burning tonight

I know I say it all the time, but I do love that band!
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:52, Reply)

ooh
That's just taken me right back to my uni days :)
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:55, Reply)

Haha, glad to help take you back! :)
I spent a lot of time at college listening to Saves the Day whilst painting all manner of weird crap in my art class, ah memories.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:01, Reply)

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UPPPPP
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:53, Reply)

On a more serious note I love screaming along to this when I am out driving...
Hey man you know I'm really okay
The gun in my hand will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car
Don't give me no crap
Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap

When I go driving I stay in my lane
But getting cut off makes me insane
I open the glove box
Reach inside
I gonna wreck this fucker's ride
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:00, Reply)

that is a fucking tune!
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
But when I show my piece
Complaints cease
Something's odd
I feel like I'm god
You stupid dumbshit god-damn motherfucker!
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:07, Reply)

Saw them at reading ages ago
There is nothing like screaming you stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker along with the offspring and tens of thousands of other people
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:09, Reply)

I bet
sounds awesome.

one of the few of my favourite bands that I've never got to see.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:23, Reply)

ah
A classic*

*Was referring to Mr Astley
(The Apeface Cherub is not a cunty-uber-cunt, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:01, Reply)

it really is!
I love all cheesy 80's crap though.

It's the final countdown! do do do doooo dododooooooooo do do do
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:02, Reply)

Because of this
I'm listening to "12 inch 80's mix". Brilliant!
(The Apeface Cherub is not a cunty-uber-cunt, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:57, Reply)

Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing
spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope
pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want
consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle
an' I sing with the brothers and sisters

AIN'T GOIN' TO GOA
Alabama 3
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:05, Reply)

It's getting hot in here
So take off all your clothes
I'm getting so hot
I'm gonna take my clothes off


Bloody inspiring!
( girlinthehole, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 11:19, Reply)

Pink Floyd, Sheep
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,
He makes me down to lie,
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by,
With bright knives He releaseth my soul,
He makes me to hang on hooks in high places,
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger,
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection and great dedication,
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the buggers eyes water

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream,
Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 13:42, Reply)

Packs of Three
It was the biggest cock you'd ever seen, but you've no idea where that cock has been.
You said you were careful - you never were with me.
I heard you did it four times but johnnies come in packs of three.

She was the best shag I'd ever had.
That doesn't mean I'm saying, bedwise, you were bad.
I think you were working, we got a hotel.
We didn't have anything but I thought I might as well.

I never told you the rest.
I was drunk and I told you I was thinking about a test.
You know I just said it for effect.
Then you laughed and said I'd fuck anything in a skirt once I'm erect.

And she's a famous harlot in this town.
I know enough to, but still I couldn't turn her down.
He said I'm an arsehole, what was I thinking?
It's far too easy to blame it on the drinking.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 18:34, Reply)

ooh, and...
And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.

Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:

"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar

There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."

Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar

"Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom."

To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:

Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger,
Don’t blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger.
Don’t blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.

And I stood upon Wan’s Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...

And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself

My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall

Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing

These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men

There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.

Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who’s harkening always let us sing
That let’s us free our tightest waistband
Let’s us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.

Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.

Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.

And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells

And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden

For all of us are boundaried by Wan’s Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...

Don’t blame the messenger of gloom,
Don’t blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O’Malley and Anderson play on... play on... play on...
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 21:39, Reply)