Post by The Lost Rob on Nov 28, 2004 18:26:30 GMT -5
Before i put in any of the three Songs we wrote today i would first like to thank you guys for putting up with my Sonnetic <<(Not sure if thats a word) ranting for so long. Means alot to me that i have someplace to put my lyrics where no one plans to steal them and i can get some critics on how we endeaver farther into the band.
Thanks again,
Robby
Here we go again, From all I can see
Shes sitting on the porch, shes waiting for me
That girl that I once knew, she was my last date
Besides what I promised, she’ll just have to wait
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Turned around, ran down the street
Only the sound of our sprinting feet
We all looked back, thought that we were free
Till her car ran over me
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Cops showed up, I was free
Still had a broken knee
Lovin life with my new blue cast
Till the k9 unit took a bite from my ass
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Why did you do what you did to me
Honestly… your crazy
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Optional: “That’s the last time I date my mom”<br>
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
Our first one was a heavy metal rocker
Our second, a pussy emo lovin man
The third liked feeling up our drummer
The fourth locked himself inside the van
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
The fifth played classical and jazz
The sixth shook our house to the ground
Number seven was a crazy stoning spaz
Number eight struggled to produce a sound
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
The ninth had a hard time speaking English
The tenth took a shit all over Tom
The eleventh was a bit too girlish
The twelth HAD SEX WITH MY MOM!
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
Drown him in the lake, Hit him with a rake
I don’t care you guys, Just make sure he fuckin DIES
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Come on, Jesse. Just walk towards the light!
Look at that black and that spiked collar
My god how sick is he
Another one of those antichrist, or metal heads
Followers of Anarchy
They never shut up always rambling on
About what they don’t know
Judge me by what I wear or how I act
Or the music that I grow
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die!
Look at those tattoos and those earrings
He could never get a good Job
Go home and beat your kids so they don’t turn out
As bad as me
I wonder if his parents are proud or if they wanted
All this too happen
Maybe they love me for who I am and not
About what the fuck you say
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die!
And how many people do you know that at first site could tell you so
That they had nothing to hide or perhaps they were different then you implied
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die!
(LOUDER!)
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die! (Echo)
Thanks again,
Robby
Here we go Again
Here we go again, From all I can see
Shes sitting on the porch, shes waiting for me
That girl that I once knew, she was my last date
Besides what I promised, she’ll just have to wait
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Turned around, ran down the street
Only the sound of our sprinting feet
We all looked back, thought that we were free
Till her car ran over me
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Cops showed up, I was free
Still had a broken knee
Lovin life with my new blue cast
Till the k9 unit took a bite from my ass
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Why did you do what you did to me
Honestly… your crazy
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Woah, here we go again, Woah, here we go
Optional: “That’s the last time I date my mom”<br>
Our Base Player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
Our first one was a heavy metal rocker
Our second, a pussy emo lovin man
The third liked feeling up our drummer
The fourth locked himself inside the van
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
The fifth played classical and jazz
The sixth shook our house to the ground
Number seven was a crazy stoning spaz
Number eight struggled to produce a sound
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
The ninth had a hard time speaking English
The tenth took a shit all over Tom
The eleventh was a bit too girlish
The twelth HAD SEX WITH MY MOM!
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Now I wish he’d just keel over and die!
Drown him in the lake, Hit him with a rake
I don’t care you guys, Just make sure he fuckin DIES
It took us 5 fuckin years to find our bass player
It took us 5 fuckin years to find one guy
It took us 5 fucking years to find our bass player
Come on, Jesse. Just walk towards the light!
Sticks and Stones
Look at that black and that spiked collar
My god how sick is he
Another one of those antichrist, or metal heads
Followers of Anarchy
They never shut up always rambling on
About what they don’t know
Judge me by what I wear or how I act
Or the music that I grow
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die!
Look at those tattoos and those earrings
He could never get a good Job
Go home and beat your kids so they don’t turn out
As bad as me
I wonder if his parents are proud or if they wanted
All this too happen
Maybe they love me for who I am and not
About what the fuck you say
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die!
And how many people do you know that at first site could tell you so
That they had nothing to hide or perhaps they were different then you implied
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die!
(LOUDER!)
You can swing all you want, but in the end ill still fly
Continue with the thrust, but never once will I cry
This guitar will squeal, these drum heads are never dry
Sticks and stones may break my bones but ROCK will never die! (Echo)