|
|
|
|
|
|
|
X0Kiss Me Im Contagious0X Captain
|
 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:41 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:51 pm
 |
|
|
|
Kay this is one of my faves! heart
"Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better ********
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)
Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better ********
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
X0Kiss Me Im Contagious0X Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Panic!_At_The_Party Vice Captain
|
Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:58 pm
|
|
|
 |
"The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage"
Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:27 pm
|
|
|
|
Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks
Watch your mouth,
Oh, ah, all because your speech is slurred
Enough that you just might
Swallow your tongue.
I’m sure you’d want,
Want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that.
Or, was it God who chokes in these situations?
Running late?
Oh, no, he called in.
Or, was it God who chokes in these situations?
Running late?
Oh, no, he called in…
The hospice is…
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you’re a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients,
On first name basis with all the top physicians…
[Chorus:]
Prescribed pills,
To offset the shakes…
To offset the pills…
You know you should…
Take it a day at a time.
That’s when you st-st-stutter something profound,
To the support on the line,
And with the way you’ve been talking every word
Gets you a step closer to… Hell…
That’s when you st-st-stutter something profound,
To the support on the line,
And with the way you’ve been talking every word
Gets you a step closer to Heh-ell!
[Chorus x2]
I… am… alone in this bed, house and head.
She… never fixes this,
But at least she…
I… am… alone in this bed, hoo…
She… never fixes this,
But at least she…
[Chorus x2]
The hospice is…
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you’re a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients,
On first name basis with all the top… physicians…
Took me forever to type these up...
I heart P!@TD!!
whee |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:05 pm
|
|
|
|
CAMISADO - my favourite song from their album.
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:56 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 8:55 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:00 am
|
Panic!_At_The_Party Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:59 am
|
|
|
|
Most Deffinatly...
"I Constantly Thank God For Esteban"
Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins
Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons.
'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Just stay where I can see you.
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number we're graced by two displays of character,
We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire walking contradictions
And I for one can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit
And I for one wont stand for this if this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you, don't you move.
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight
Stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Don't you move
Don't you move
Strike up the band!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:34 pm
|
X0Kiss Me Im Contagious0X Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:02 pm
|
|
|
|
There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet
Please, leave all overcoats,
Canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment,
You'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already,
And loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet,
For the mildly inspiring and...
Please, leave all overcoats,
Canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment,
You'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already,
And loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet,
For the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks,
With accentuating, off-white, pinstripes, whoa-oh.
Everything goes according to plan.
I'm the new cancer,
Never looked better,
You can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips,
"When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that
I'm the new cancer
Never looked better and you can't stand it.
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain.
And I'll bet you just can't keep up [keep up!] with those fashionistas and
Tonight (tonight) you are (you are) a whispering campaign.
I'll bet to them, your name is "Cheap",
I'll bet to them, you look like shhh...
Talk to the mirror, Oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that
"I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
They just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I'm the new cancer,
Never looked better,
You can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips,
"When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that
I'm the new cancer
Never looked better and you can't stand it.
Haven't you heard that
I'm the new cancer
I've never looked better and you can't stand it. (X2)
And I know, and I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out,
With no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious,
So of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch. (X3)
That has to be my fave razz but saying that i know all the lyrics to every song XD
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:09 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:32 pm
|
|
|
|
RageoftheGoddess Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks
Watch your mouth,
Oh, ah, all because your speech is slurred
Enough that you just might
Swallow your tongue.
I’m sure you’d want,
Want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that.
Or, was it God who chokes in these situations?
Running late?
Oh, no, he called in.
Or, was it God who chokes in these situations?
Running late?
Oh, no, he called in…
The hospice is…
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you’re a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients,
On first name basis with all the top physicians…
[Chorus:]
Prescribed pills,
To offset the shakes…
To offset the pills…
You know you should…
Take it a day at a time.
That’s when you st-st-stutter something profound,
To the support on the line,
And with the way you’ve been talking every word
Gets you a step closer to… Hell…
That’s when you st-st-stutter something profound,
To the support on the line,
And with the way you’ve been talking every word
Gets you a step closer to Heh-ell!
[Chorus x2]
I… am… alone in this bed, house and head.
She… never fixes this,
But at least she…
I… am… alone in this bed, hoo…
She… never fixes this,
But at least she…
[Chorus x2]
The hospice is…
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you’re a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients,
On first name basis with all the top… physicians…
Took me forever to type these up...
I heart P!@TD!!
whee
same as her |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:08 pm
|
Panic!_At_The_Party Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 10:11 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
