| THE CRAZIEST LYRICS IN THE WORLD |
| The Verve - Come On (Urban Hymns) I must be feeling low I talked to God in a phonebox on my way home I told you my answer I left you my dreams on your answer machine Come on Let the spirit inside you Don't wait to be found Come along with my sound Let the spirit move you Let the waves come up They'll fuse you I never met no-one to deny a sound I must be going insane I called the doctor so he could relieve my pain He's got a little pill for me Just a little luxury Help me through my day Come on Let the spirit inside you Don't wait to be found Come along with our sound Let the spirit move you Let the waves come up They'll fuse you I never met no-one to deny our sound Come on Come on Come on Come on... There's only one life There's only one life... Let it go Let it go Let it go... This is a big Fuck you! This is a big Fuck you! Come on! Come on now! |
| Nirvana - Floyd The Barber (Bleach) Hello Cobain, Come on in Floyd observes my hairy chin Sit down on the chair, Don't be afraid Steaming hot towel on my face I was shaved I was shamed I was shaved Barney ties me to the chair I can't see, I'm really scared Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip Pee-Pee pressed against my lips I was shaved I was shamed I was shaved I sense others in the room Opie, Aunt Bea I presume They take turns and cut me up I die smothered in Aunt Bea's muff I was shamed I was shamed I was shamed |
| Nirvana - In Bloom (Nevermind) Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands He's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say... He's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say yeah... We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom He's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say... He's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say yeah... |
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