12 Bar Bruise

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey You want? You got? You are such a big shot You cunt, you know me better Than to bend my elbow back Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You want? You got? You are such a big shot You cunt, you know me better Than to bend my elbow, bend my elbow Stab me in the back! Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, oh!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Clear the cobwebs off my brain Ants have came It smells like rain Pissin' shit off porcelain I'll rake the muck It's just my luck Oh no (whoohoo) Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no (whoo hoo hoo) Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Muckraker, oh muckraker Muckraker, muckraker, oh! Ooooooh Clear the cobwebs off my brain The ants have came It smells like rain Pissin' shit off porcelain I'll rake the muck It's just my luck Oh no (whoohoo) Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no (whoo hoo hoo) Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Muckraker, oh muckraker Muckraker, muckraker Muckraker, muckraker, oh! Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah Oooooh

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Never, never, never, never again Had much, too much, I’m sick of it My body’s full of poison shit Never, never, well, ha ha, ha, ha! (Shit, never again) Shit, never again One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! Shit, never again One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! Well, never, never, never, never again Had much, too much, I’m sick of it My body’s full of poison shit Never, never, well, ha ha, ha, ha! (Shit, never again)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I'd better be slave I'd make some money And when it gets ruff We can bruise some stuff But look at my dick I bet you it’s limp Should I quit drink It makes me think that… 12 bar booze is 12 bar bruise, ooh I've gotta be strong Make me live long I'd better not wait For a bottle’s sake All of my friends are Looking up dresses They have not seen The bruise that I’ve seen Broo-oo-oo-oo-uize, wooh! I'd better be slave I'd make some money And so when it gets ruff We can bruise some stuff But look at my dick I bet you it’s limp Should I quit drink It makes me think that… 12 bar booze is 12 bar bruise, ooh I've gotta be strong Make me live long I'd better not wait For a bottle’s sake All of my friends are Looking up dresses They have not seen The bruise that I’ve seen Broo-oo-oo-oo-uize, wooh! Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-uize, wooh!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

My head, oh my head My head’s all bleak And it makes my love so rough My knees, oh my knees My knees are weak And it makes for walking tough Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ouch! My head, oh my head My head’s all bleak And it makes my love so rough My knees, oh my knees My knees are weak And it makes for walking tough Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ouch! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ouch! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ouch!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Early that morning, the wagon-master of a train came into the post greatly excited, and reported that the dead body of a man and horse had been found in the road about six miles from the post. A company of infantry was immediately ordered out, and proceeding to the spot found the body of Sam Cherry, pinned fast to the ground by the dead body of his horse. The search was continued, and in a lateral canon were found the bodies of Sergeant Love and the three privates riddled with bullets, mutilated and disfigured, but giving every evidence of having sold their lives as brave men should. The trails were examined and the whole story worked out. The party had traveled along the road nearly to the entrance of the canon of the Limpia, known as the "Wild Rose Pass," when suddenly about thirty mounted Indians dashed from the bushes along the stream, cutting it off from retreat towards the Fort, and driving it up the lateral canon. Suspecting a trap, Sam Cherry suddenly turned, dashed through the line of Indians, regained the road, and ran for life, away from the Fort, followed by a number of yelling savages. He was evidently doing well, when his horse stumbled and fell breaking his neck, and pinning Sam's leg to the ground. In an instant, he was surrounded by the exultant Indians Raising himself slightly, Sam fired five shots at his enemies, then turning the muzzle against his own temple, he escaped the tortures of their vindictive rage by his "last shot." The baffled and terrified Indians went away as fast as their ponies could carry them, not touching the body, not even taking the arms. Such is the way out in the west. People die by extreme barbaric ways. We’ve taken their lands, and in return they take our viscera and spread it across the desert lands

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Well I ain’t dumb But I ain’t that smart And I can’t spell But I can sound it out Gotta keep your high hopes low, oh! High hopes low Well I ain’t dumb But I ain’t that smart And I can’t spell But I can sound it out Gotta keep your high hopes low High hopes low, high hopes low, oh! High hopes low, yup Well I ain’t slow My high hopes' low My high hopes' low My high hopes' low My high hopes' low, oh High hopes low

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

As a child I felt inclined To fold my ears in twine Never once was I confined I picked and choosed about my ride So buckle me in before we set sail ahead For it smells like cabbage Got way too stale like death Oh you’re white as a ghost, I never felt so pale As the blood dripped across the floor So put it buried in your chest With the rest of your drunken regrets Inches from your jugular As the room fills up in front of ya It took them long enough For them to stop and suggest Hey we better get him some help We better get him out of here How did I manage to cope as the blood soaked Through my clothes and to the floor From outside to the bathroom door I was inches from my life Yeah that’s what keeps me up at night Oh how did I survive, you should'a died How did I manage to cope being alive After all it was just a innocent play fight I hope they don’t stop to sympathise Oh, stitch up the past to cure their whoremented heart, ah Oh, tormented dreams it’s all left in between

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Push me down, I will not crack You're just a monkey with your claws in my back I said it, and you heard That Vecky bottle's cutting me some slack But it's like all I wanna do Sink my teeth in you You already told me to You said, "It's alright" Oh, it's like all I wanna do Sink my teeth in you You already told me to You said, "It's alright" And push me down, I will not crack You're just a monkey with your claws in my back I said it, and you heard That Vecky bottle's cutting me some slack But it's like all I wanna do Sink my teeth in you You already told me to You said, "It's alright" It's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum, oh! Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh I called mum! I bought a funny glob I put it in my gob I had anxiety I couldn't help myself But call mum, oh! Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh I called mum! Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum, oh! I bought a funny glob I put it in my gob I had anxiety I couldn't help myself But call mum, oh! Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh I called mum! Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh I called mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Oh hell, I’m feeling underwater My head is sinking like a stone And hell, I’m feeling kinda sick I don’t know what’s the use in it And when you’re feeling suicidal Sometimes you’ve just got to unfold Oh hell, I’m feeling underwater My head is sinking like a stone And hell, I’m feeling like a prick I don’t know what’s the use in it And when you’re feeling suicidal Sometimes you’ve just got to unfold

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025