AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Random song lyrics or gtfo.

I was thinking 'this could be heaven or this could be hell'.

This thread is bad and you should feel bad.

By the Beach Boys.

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
and Im out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin with a loser and the cruise control
Babys in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin Im insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Dont believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin all your food stamps and burnin down the trailer park


Copy+Pasted, I didn't actually listen and type or anything.

Song, Loser from Beck.

I THOUGHT THAT WAS PATRICK HERNANDEZ.

The song was redone several times. Apparently past musicians really hated this thread!

It's a wonder how man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Thosse two stanzas have been stuck in my head for a while for some reason. Maybe I just need to figure out what it means, probably something about religon.

BEER BEER BEER

Protip: music rarely actually means something worthwhile. IF it does, there's an even smaller chance that the topic isn't just hypothetical.

They say that lifes a carousel, Spinning fast, youve got to ride it well, The world is full of kings and queens, Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams, Its heaven and hell, oh well

You couldn't tell that I was making a joke, was the joke too subtle for you? Here's a less subtle joke, religon bad.

^I oughta shoot you.

Some say he steers a spectral ship
That's ghostly gray and grand
He's doomed to sail the seven seas
And ne'er set foot on land
And if you chance to see him
You'd soon be dead from fright
So sailors tell their children
On a dark and stormy night

Oh forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his locker locks
Just like he's half asleep, he stalks
Forty fathoms deep
Forty fathoms deep he owns
Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones
The legend they call Davey Jones
At forty fathoms deep

^Really awesome song. I love singing it. Here's the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfmYehP7jbo

And I don't have feelings
'Cause feelings are gay

Lost my shape,
Trying to act casual.
Can't stop,
I might end up in the hospital.
Changing my shape,
I feel like an accident.
They're back,
to explain their experience

Isn't it weird?
Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away
And that was their policy

I'm ready to leave
I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost
Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there,
No information left of any kind
Lifting my head
Looking for danger signs

There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line
There was a forula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us

Still waiting (repeat)

The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
looking around inside

The island of doubt
It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight
Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list
Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right
Facts are useless in emergencies

The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside.

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

Still waiting (repeat)

Crosseyed And Painless, by the Talking Heads.
It sounds way cooler with the music and everything.

All the human Africans are statistics
It doesn't really matter if they die.
I've got this career to salvage and the press on my side.

How many does it take to be a slaughter?
I can't use the word genocide.
Because I went to the convention.
I didn't read what I signed.

All the human Africans are statistics
It doesn't really matter if they die.
Another one got past the ditches.

Oh No! Oh My!

Oh, blessed country! Oh, let's bake a cake!

Let us go out into the sun and celebrate!