Bastards
I'm a lot like you without clue But it don't come easy so easy for me What's a boy to to do I'm lost in eyes so blue I bet it all come easy so easy for you Conscience makes the would go round She sits inside with a smill frown She wants to walk the streets without her name Trapped inside a zoo did you get your pictures dude It's just all easy so easy to do Where's head right now Did you lose your big cash cow Did they all bleed easy so easy for you Conscience makes the would go round She sits inside with a smill frown She wants to walk the streets without her name her name Conscience makes the would go round She sits inside with a smill frown She wants to walk the streets without her name her name Balance this against your will The ones you love you know you kill What's a girl to do with all of this all of this
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
Something somewhere's really fucking wrong I Got my eyes peeled back but I'm singing the same old song I got my right hand on the book of how and way I took my glasses off so you could see my pretty eyes I gave and I take ya I bend and don't brake You're thinking all in all He's a raving sensation Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed dry Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed let it fly I got a big black belt around my waist And if you ask me nice I'll let you have a taste I got these big brown eyes you love to dream about I got those pouty lips to tell you just get out I gave and I take ya I bend and don't brake You're thinking all in all He's a raving sensation Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed dry Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed let it fly I got some brand new pants so I could be in vogue Not the fashion sense the cover don't you know I got a villa high atop a mountain range I got a pillow made of clouds that spells my name I gave and I take ya I bend and don't brake You're thinking all in all He's a raving sensation Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed dry Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed dry Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed dry Jehovah makes his mother cry Don't let your soul bleed let it fly
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
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[originally by Billy Joel] Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin' With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me Because you had to be a big shot, didn't cha You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't cha All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night And they were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people that you knew at Elaine's And the story of your latest success You kept 'em so entertained But now you just don't remember All the things you said And you're not sure that you want to know I'll give you one hint, honey You sure did put on a show Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't cha You had to prove it to the crowd You had to be a big shot, didn't cha All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You're so much fun to be around You had to have the front page, bold type You had to be a big shot last night, Oh oh Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa who-oo-oo-oo-ah, Oh Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa. Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in If you know when to leave it alone But you went over the line You couldn't see it was time to go home No, no, no, no, no, no You had to be a big shot, didn't cha You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't cha All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night So much fun to be around [LIVE VERSION ON 3RD CHORUS ONLY:]"You know what everything's about" You had to have the white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night, Oh oh Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa. Big shot... Big shot... Big shot... Mmmm... Big shot... Whoa whoa! Big shot...
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 18, 2026
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Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 18, 2026