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Post your favorite song quote!

One more from Hank III

On an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
and I love gettin' high - hate bein' low
and I like to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin' to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin' state to state

Hell yes, Hank III rocks!!!"thumbsup"
 
So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Bloodhound Gang.
A lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying.
 
Sage Francis's lyrics are amazing, probably stemming from his poetry slam years.

"Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
'til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much."

"It's been a long and lonely trip but I'm glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose."

"Don't listen when they tell you that these are your best years.
Don't let anybody protect your ears.
It's best that you hear what they don't want you to hear.
It's better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Beer won't give you chest hair. Spicy food won't make it curl.
When you think you've got it all figured out and then everything collapses…
Trust me, kid…it's not the end of the world."

He is a good friend of my buddys. He writes some amazing stuff.

Yesterday, as I went out of the house
I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse
Lying face down in the sewer
I got up closer and realized that I knew her
All her organs coming from her inside
Slashed up skin sliced up hide
Turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head
That's when I realized she was dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

Suicidal Tendencies. That is one on my wifes favorite songs"thumbsup"

So I took a little sample to my crazy brother Joe
He sniffed it up, kicked his heels, Horton, that's some BLOW!!
Bails of Cocaine fallin from a flyin plane
I don't know who done dropped em
But I thank em just the same

Thanks:evil: Now i am going to have this damn song stuck in my head for the next couple days.

Well, there's blood on the carpet an' holes in the walls:
Well, it must've been them pills I took.
Yeah, the mirrors are all busted an' someone's cryin':
It must've been them pills I took.

Favorite Hank III line-

Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone,
Kid Rock don't come from where I come from:
Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank:
If you even thought so, g**-damn, you're f***ing dumb.
 
"were sorry, but the number you dialed is no longer in service, F#*& you."
Pick up the Phone-Falling in Reverse

and

"in the end were all just chalk-lines on the concrete, drawn only to be washed away. for the time ive been given, i am what i am."
Five Finger Death Punch- Never Enough
 
The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped-they ran!
Now i'll play a public servant
To serve and protect
By the law and the state
i'd bust the punks
That rape steal and murder
And leave you be
If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand like a man
Not a god
 
Oh, and...


"We make our own wiskey and our own smoke too, aint too many thing these ol boys cant do."


One of the HW's - 'Country Boy Can Survive'
 
"Half way home in the parking lot.
By the look in her eye she was givin" what she got"




"let it rock, let it roll, let it go"
 
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Some of my favorites:

I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place
Airport style, the second one take off, the next one land
Learn some respect young man


Sister Regina from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she won't do to you
Used to be premium p**** now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff


The problem with sex is self-respect, calibration
The orgasm services your validation
And the problem with love, is that it lives in a book now
The problem with drugs is that their too ****ing good now
The problem with logic is theres too many loopholes
And the problem with truth is that its usually brutal
The problem is I can't trust most of what I see
So f*** it all the problems of life must be me



Speak up
My ears are growing weary
I’ll sing this song to the end
And watch the waves crash over me

Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn it all around
In a picture perfect scenery I’ve become a stick figure illustration

My eyes roll back and focus on what’s ahead
I can still stand if you lend the hand to brace me

I’ll take this on my own



Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car
But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted
There she was, bent over a motor,
Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat between her shoulders
With an oil streak that must have kissed your cheekbone
Thick and voluptuous I wish that we could be alone
I would love to, touch you, rub you,
See whats covered up under that greasy blue jumpsuit
Standin there holding that drippin dipstick,
With a firm grip, yet so delicate
And the way you took that orange oil rag and wiped it clean
Its guaranteed to get repeated in my dreams
You make me wild feels like puppy love
Got so lost in your smile when you asked me what the mileage was
And if I ever leaned how to change my own oil
Promise you this customer is gonna remain so loyal





One double, for the hungar and the struggle
Two for the fool trying to pull apart the puzzle
Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle
By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble
Trying to play with the passion and the placement
Just to see what these people let him get away with
Still trying to climb a mountain for you
Hammer in my hand, still pounding on a screw
She don't listen so he don't speak no more
Nobody's winning 'cause neither is keeping score
Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more
Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor
 
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