| Favourite Lyrics. Post 'em!
Hole:
"I don't really miss God but i sure miss Santa Claus"
"When they get what they want, well they never want it again"
"I don't do the dishes, i throw them in the crib"
"I'm your lover, i'm your friend, i'm purity hit me again"
The Libertines:
"Poor kids dressing like they're rich (mods)
Rich kids dressing like they're poor (oh my god)
White kids talking like they're black
I tried it with Charlene
And I spent three days on my back"
"Was it liquor or was it my soul?"
The Germs:
"Rip them down,
hold me up,
tell them that i'm your gun,
pull my trigger i am bigger than" |