Get Out Of My Yard!
Speed kills Cheap thrills With points or pills Speed kills Why I'm always high I don't know Is my life a lie I don't know Will I ever try I don't know 'cause I think I'm gonna die I just don't know Speed kills Cheap thrills With points or pills Speed kills Young and bored in California Got nothing else to do Nothing else to lose My whole life is a lie Wanna get high Speed kills Cheap thrills With points or pills Speed kills
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
A holy woman a guiding light A chosen one she'll set you right Shes a soul a nun she's a slutty lesbian Respect her and praise her Admire her and follow her But in the night she's a dyke Two sisters locked in sixty-nine She'll bless your soul play a nuns role She'll let the power take it's toll Holy slut holy nun We can see you are the one At night she goes to bed But with another nun instead Its not for some religious come Its for unfaithful catholic nuns And we can all see The dreams and lies alibis living in the public eye And we can all see Phoniness lots of press living in unhappiness And we can all see There's lots of talk hypocrites unconventional Politics And we can all see These nuns sure ain't from God 'Cause they're living in hell's facade Sister Mary quick get undressed 'Cause I know it's your pee that's been blessed.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I remember everything I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday I was barely seventeen And I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome And a voice like a horny angel I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right power chords And the precise angle from which to strike The guitar bled for about a week afterward And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red The guitar bled for about a week afterward but it rung out beautifully And I was able to play notes That I had never even heard before So I took my guitar And I smashed it against the wall I smashed it against the floor I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader Smashed it against the hood of a car Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson The Harley howled in pain The guitar howled in heat And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows Right up to the foot of their bed, I raised the guitar high above my head And just as I was about to bring the guitar Crashing down upon the center of the bed My father woke up, screaming, "Stop Wait a minute, stop it boy What do you think you're doin'? That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument" And I said, "God dammit Daddy You know I love you But you got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock 'n Roll" I remember everything
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 10, 2026
It's a very happy day We are at lots of fun fun fun And it's ice-cream and jelly And a punch in the belly How much can you throw over the walls? And see how his face glows It's a bike! what a surprise It's a big bike, what a big surprise It's a red bike, what a red surprise Oh, what a surprise But the best thing there But the best thing there Was the wonderful dog chair Was the beautiful dog chair That could count right up to ten It could count right up to ten It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof And it's another happy day He was born eleven years ago And this year it's long trousers And a very smart tie Just think in five years he'll be shaving And see how his face glows It's a bike, what a surprise! It's a samurai sword What a metal surprise He'll remember this day for the rest of his life But the best thing there But the best thing there Is that fabulous dog chair The immaculate dog chair That could count right up to eleven It could count right up to eleven It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof But the best thing there But the best thing there Was my darling the dog chair But the rampaging dog chair That could count right up to eleven It could count right up to eleven And it went round and round the house
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 10, 2026
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