Got a boy back home in Michigan And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him So I told him that I never really liked his friends Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again There’s a guy that lives in a Garden State And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate So I told him that the music would be worth the wait But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes ’cause I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can’t blame me for tryin’ You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’ You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin’ at my history I’m bad at love Got a girl with California eyes And I thought that she could really be the one this time But I never got the chance to make her mine Because she fell in love with little thin white lines London girl with an attitude We never told no one but we look so cute Both got way better things to do But I always think about it when I’m riding through I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes ’cause I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can’t blame me for tryin’ You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’ You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin’ at my history I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) I’m bad at love, yeah I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away Each time the feeling fades Each time the feeling fades I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away Each time the feeling fades You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can’t blame me for tryin’ You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’ You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin’ at my history I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) Ohh, oh
My 2 cents –
by time I was 21 this felt like me. I have more or less been with the same person since then but even that at times has felt like it fits the song .
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by For you may be the next to die They wrap you up in bloody sheets To drop you six feet underneath They put you in a pinewood box And cover you up with dirt and rocks It all goes well for about a week And then, your coffin begins to leak And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose As you begin to decompose A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes Chews through your stomach and out your sides Your stomach turns to rancid grease And puss pours out like melted cheese You spread it on a slice of bread And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out Your brain turns into maggot pie Your liver starts to liquify And for the living, all is well As you sink further into hell And the flames rise up to drag you down Into the fire, where you will drown Your skin melts off as you descend And Satan tears you limb from limb Your suffering will never end And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out And when your bones begin to rot The worms remain, but you do not So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by For someday, you’ll be the one to die And when Death brings his cold despair Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”
My 2 cents –
I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .
If God had long hair And a goatee, And if his eyes looked pretty glazed… If He looked spaced out Would you buy his story? Would you believe he had an eye infection?
And yeah, yeah, God looks baked Yeah, yeah, God smells good, Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…
What if God smoked cannabis? Hit the bong like some of us? Drove a tie-dyed microbus, And he subscribed to Rolling Stone?
When God made this place, In the beginning, Did He plant any seeds? Or did he put them there for Adam and Eve, So they’d be hungry for the apple that the snake Was always offering?
And yeah, yeah… God rolls great, Yeah, yeah, God smells good, Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…
What if God smoked cannabis? Do you suppose he had a buzz When he made the platypus When he created earth, our home? Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones? And do you think He rolls His own Up there in heaven on the throne? And when the saints go marching home, Does he just sits and smokes a bowl?
My 2 cents –
okay I was absolutely shocked to find out that this was done by the cranberries. it was originally a bob rivers song and joan Osborne made it a hit.
We don’t need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teacher, leave them kids alone Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall We don’t need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat? You! (if you don’t eat yer meat) Yes, you behind the bike stands (you can’t have any pudding) (How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?) Stand still, laddy! You! Yes, you behind the bike stands…
My 2 cents –
okay this song has a story. I started 9th grade 6 weeks late due to childbirth. my best friend at the time (who was dating ny step brother) decided that my first day of school hadd to be special. She brought a big boombox to school and as I got off the bus blasted this song so loud the cafeteria windows shook. it was incredible and memorable.
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