Best Insults In Song

[norml]

"Your words are empty hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion
With a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo
Would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion
>From laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles
Are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower
Mildewed in the mist."
http://residents-lyrics.wonderlyrics.com/Blue-Rosebuds.html

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

1. This one's pretty good

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

[norml]

2. That's by my favorite songwriter/poet!

Leonard Cohen

[raysr]

4. Bob Dyan

"Positively 4th Street" "I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, and just for that one moment I could be you, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, you'd know what a drag it is to see you!".

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

9. Yep...that's the epic one

[norml]

20. Idiot Wind

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

snip http://bobdylan.com/songs/idiot.html

[fishwax]

24. Excellent! One of my favorite Dylan songs

Great insult in the chorus (though he also turns it upon himself in the last chorus), and the second stanza is one of my favorites in all of dylandom:


They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

[Jamastiene]

3. Joan Jett

"Someday"

...
Listen to me, you son of a bitch
You think you are so damned smart
But I got news for you. I'm gonna kick you outta my life
And when you come crawling back to me on your hands
and knees on glass
I'm gonna spit in your face and laugh at your ass.

[realisticphish]

5. Slayer- "I Hate You"

well, it's a cover, but the version i have is slayer

You were just a waste of sperm
They way you look
Makes my stomach turn
The way you think
Is no way at all

God you really think you have balls

I hate you Ain't it true
I hate you And everything you do

You walk around like a fucking dick
And everytime you're near
You know I get real sick

You're so stupid
There's nothing in your head
God how I wish that you were dead

I hate you Ain't it true
I hate you And everything you do

[CanuckAmok]

6. That's a Residents song?

I always thought it was by "Shock-Headed Peters". That's the only version I've ever heard.

Damn, that's really, really obscure. You win the Obscure Lyrics Award.

[norml]

11. I got Duck Stab/Buster & Glen, when it came out.

http://www.rzweb.net/albums/classic/duckstab.html

[CanuckAmok]

12. I'll be damned!

If you wan the "Shock-Headed peters" version on MP3, PM me; I copied it from my vinyl copy. It's on a rare LP called "Devastate to Liberate", a varioua artists record with Nurse With Wound, Coil, etc.

I also think I have some Residents vinyl I want to part with...but I'll have to look.

[norml]

14. I'd love to replace my copy of Third Reich 'N' Roll.

http://www.rzweb.net/albums/classic/reich.html

[CanuckAmok]

15. I have:

A Tale of Two Cities (excellent condition)
Commercial Album (fair condition, some fool wrote on the back cover)
Not Available (excellent condtion)
Whatever Happened to Vileness Fats Sountrtack (VG condition)

Andf mabye a couple more...I'll have to go and dig them out. But I know I don't have Third Reich 'n' Roll

[Midnight Rambler]

7. This one's by Clutch

And it's all about Fred Durst.

SO TELL ME, WHEN YOU TOOK THE PRACTICE SCHOLASTIC APTITUDE TEST
DID YOU KNOW THE ANSWERS OR DID YOU JUST GUESS?
YOU RELY ON GIMMICKS TO AMUSE YOUR FANS
AND ACT ALL URBAN TO JACK-UP YOUR SOUND-SCAN.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? HOW COME YOU RHYME MONOSYLLABICALLY?
IS ATROPHY SHRINKING YOUR ENTIRE VOCABULARY?
YOUR STYLE'S LIKE GARBAGE CANS MEANT TO BE TAKEN OUT ON A WEEKLY BASIS.
EVER SINCE YOUR FIRST RECORD YOU'VE BEEN IN A STATE OF SUSPENDED ANIMATION.
YOU LOOK LIKE SNUFFALUFFAGUS AND AUSTRALOPITHECUS.
ME CRAY, YOU ABACUS.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT YOU, LET'S TALK ABOUT ME
AND HOW SINGLE-HANDEDLY I REDEFINED THE SCIENCE OF RADIO ASTRONOMY,
MAKING NOBEL PRIZE WINNERS QUESTION THEIR NOTIONS OF REALITY.
OH, BUT I DIGRESS… YOU PLAY SORRY, I PLAY CHESS.
KING'S PAWN TO B3, CHECKMATE, GO GET SOME PERCASETS.

CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC, WEEZY.
DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S THAT EASY?

MMMM… THIS IS REALLY GOOD ICE CREAM! YOU WANT SOME OF IT?
OH, MY BAD I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT.
MAKES YOU PASS GAS, FRIGHTENS ALL THE GIRLS AWAY.
ONLY FRIENDS YOU KEEP ARE THOSE YOU PAY.
ALWAYS ON THE READY FOR THE WACK SNACK ATTACK,
I CARRY SANDWICHES AROUND IN A STRAIGHT-EDGE STYLE JANSPORT BACKPACK.
GOT THE GADGET Q GAVE BOND. TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR MIND AND MAKE YOU JUMP IN A POND,
GO "QUACK QUACK" AND FLAP YOUR ARMS, LEAVE YOU CONFUSED, BUT COMPLETELY UNHARMED.

CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC, WEEZY.
DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S THAT EASY?
DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S TRUE
THAT UP ABOVE THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU?

NOW BOTH YOU AND I KNOW THAT THE PAST TEN YEARS HAVE BEEN RATHER INTENSE.
I'M ASHAMED TO ADMIT THAT I'VE BEEN FOOLED BY THE SEDUCTIONS OF VIOLENCE.
PEOPLE WALKING AROUND WITH UGLY AURAS.
AT TIMES I'M EVEN TEMPTED TO SEEK THE ADVICE OF DR. LAURA,
BUT I IGNORE HER.

SO I TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN,
AIN'T GONNA LET IT GET UNDER MY SKIN.
TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN.
THINK OF ALL THE NICE PLACES THAT I BEEN

LIKE BACK WHEN I WAS WAGING PEACE AGAINST THE VISIGOTHS,
I WAS TUTORED IN THE ANCIENT MYSTERIES BY A WIZENED PHILOSOPH,
LEARNED THE POLYRHYTHM OF CELESTIAL TIME,
AND WAIT FOR THE ONE TO COME AND GET IT DONE TO FINISH THE RHYME.

CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC, WEEZY.
DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S THAT EASY?
DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S TRUE
THAT UP ABOVE THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU?

[CanuckAmok]

8. Daeth on Two Legs, by Queen

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - you still want more,
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow - minded cronies who are fools of the first division-
Death on two legs -
You're tearing me apart,
Death on two legs
You never had a heard of your own -
Kill joy, Bad guy,
Big talking, Small fry
You're just an old barrow - boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me,
Can you face me -
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night,
Do you feel good - Feel good!
Talk like a big business tycoon,
But you're just a hot - air balloon,
So no one gives you a damn,
You're just an overgrown school - boy
Let me tan your hide.
A dog with disease,
King of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all,
Was the fin on your back part of the deal...(shark!)
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own,
(You never did, right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside,
You're a sewer - rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null - and - void,
Make me feel good
I feel good.

[Swede]

10. Sick of You- by Gwar.

Your socks they smell, your feet they stink,
You never take a bath.
Your nose it runs, you bust your buns,
You always finish last.

Sick! (Sick) Of!
(Of) Youuuuu.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Your face is gross, you eat white toast,
You don't know what to do.
It's just your luck, you really suck,
That's all - I'm sick of you

(Bring it down... I said bring it down! Thank you)
Don't ya know? So sick of you.
Things you say, and all the things you do.

Human filth.. Sick!

[CanuckAmok]

13. "You eat white toast"... No wonder they're Antarctica's best export!

With a battle cry go forth which is
"Give the people what they want."
And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter
of the gutter-slime that litters this nation for cash and prizes.
Yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big.
Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose on
Slaughterama!

This next geek is guilty of the following:
A Grateful Dead life for which he's been allowing.
Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance."
Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants.
Its not you imagination, its not a bad trippie, yes thats him -
Its the big smelly hippy!
Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya.
Hey, got a little shit between your toes.
How's things at the ol' manure factory?
How's little Tofu? What!?
She grew another head?
Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD y'know,
kinda makes your offspring goofy-looking.
So, how do ya hide money from a hippy?
Put it under the soap.
I'm sorry but that answer wasn't in time,
you're gonna have to put your mouth on this.
Whoa! I blew your head clean off.
Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in Penn State.
There's nothing like hippy hunting.
My dad always use to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald.

All right, we're rocking now.
Worlds biggest hair,
worlds tightest pants,
got no circulation but you still can't dance.
Fashion is a statement and sometimes a risk.
Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits.
Always in black, looks like he's dead -
Here's the art-fag lying on his death-bed.
Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here.
Say, what a hairdo. Its awfully big.
As big as the.. the..
the Hindenburg and it will go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it.
But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask you this question:
What ever happened to Eddie Munster?
I'm looking at him!
Oh, Oderus help the boy with his hairdo there....
ooh, its getting ripped off.
Ow, you know that's gotta hurt.
Hey, what's Oderus trying to do with his face?
Is that a face-lift?
No, he's pulling that face clean off.
Ahhhhh. Help that sod outta here..

Gave up pussy, stopped to a toot.
Now you can't wait to give someone the boot.
Elbows and knuckles, all you knows how.
Follows the heard, just another cow.
Brain full of shit, boots full of lead.
Scream for him now here's the nazi skinhead.
Hello Mr.Nazi Skinhead how'ya doin'?
How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken? W
ell it's good to see ya still on the job.
Y'know when you're mugging talk show commentators in bathrooms,
always remember to draw the swastika turning to the right,
not to the left, always to the right.
Why do nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway? H
e doesn't have to tell you.
Time to give this nazi skinhead one more haircut,
real close to the shoulders like.
Whoa! His heads been decapitated.
Look at all that PSI in he aorta artery.
Whoa! Is he a gusher or what?

Well, ladies and gentlemen that's all for this week.
We've killed everyone worth killing, hope you do the same.
We'll Be back next week for another edition of Slaughterama.
It's full of existential despair.
It's full of people who just don't care.
Don't feel sorry for them.
They've chosen there own pathetic life.

[norml]

16. How about something a little personal? How Do You Sleep?

So sgt. pepper took you by surprise
You better see right through that mother’s eyes
Those freaks was right when they said you was dead
The one mistake you made was in your head
Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

You live with straights who tell you you was king
Jump when your momma tell you anything
The only thing you done was yesterday
And since you’re gone you’re just another day
Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

A pretty face may last a year or two
But pretty soon they’ll see what you can do
The sound you make is muzak to my ears
You must have learned something in all those years
Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lennon-john/82402.html

[Behind the Aegis]

17. One of my favorite songs

"As Heaven Is Wide" by Garbage

Nothing that you say will release you
Nothing that you pray would forgive you
Nothing's what your words mean to me
Something that you did will destroy me
Something that you said will stay with me
Long after you're dead and gone

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones
And run away from here

As far from G-d
As heaven is wide
As far from G-d
As angels can fly

If holy is as holy does
This house will burn straight down to hell
Take it's conscience with it
As it falls

Nothing said could change the fact
My trust was blind
You broke the pact
If G-d's my witness, G-d must be blind

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones
And run away from here

As far from G-d
As heaven is wide
As far from G-d
As angels can fly

I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish

Take it back I dare you take it back
No you can't? You should have thought of that
What's inside a man
That goes so wrong

Choke on guilt that's far too good for you
Say one word I'll laugh and bury you
And leave you in the place
Where you left me

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones
And run away from here

As far from G-d
As heaven is wide
As far from G-d
As angels can fly

I wish I could fly
As angels can fly

I wish, I wish.

[mr blur]

18. Wayne County and the Electric Chairs:

"If You Don't Wanna Fuck Me Baby, Baby Fuck off"

That's the title, and it was pretty shocking to see it in record shops in the mid-70s, picture sleeve and all.

But for a more serious one, I'd go with Dylan's "Idiot Wind" - pretty brutal when you consider it's about his wife

[njdemocrat106]

19. "You're Breaking My Heart" by Nilsson

You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you
All I want to do
Is have a good time
Now I'm blue
You wanna boogaloo
Run down to Tramps
Have a dance or two--ooh!
You're breaking my heart
You're tearin' it apart
But fuck you
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
Ooh!--ooh!--
You stepped on my ass
You're breaking my glasses too
You wanna drive my car
Buy a lot of stuff
I've had enough
Of you--ooh!
I'm goin' insane
There's no one to blame
So fuck you
You've gotta have your way
There's nothin' left to say
There's nothin' left to do--ooh!
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you
You've gotta have your way
There's nothin' left to say
There's nothin' left to do--ooh!
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
But I love you

[Tafiti]

21. "Favorite Things"

Not terribly insulting, but this one I can personally relate to, growing up in a fundamentalist household...

"I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty
And I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings
To throw them up is one of my favorite things

Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things

Remember all the lessons fed to me
Me the young sponge, so ready to agree
Years have gone, I recognize the walking dead
Now aware that I'm alive, and way ahead

Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things
Yeah, and I'm so happy

I see you looking, I know that you're thinking that I'll never go anywhere
The things that I've done and the things that I've seen
I don't really expect you to care."

[arwalden]

22. It Ain't Easy Having To Work Hard All Day...

... to come home and discover that now YOU have been watching soap operas all day. There are beer cans from one end of the house to the other one. There are your funky clothese from one end of the house to the other one. There are ashes in every ashtray and beer can in the house. The grass is up to the windows. The toilet tank STILL will not flush!

[norml]

32. Who did that?

I'm not familiar with it.

[arwalden]

36. Millie Jackson

She did a cover of "This Is It" (Kenny Loggins)... at the beginning she has an excellent spoken rant about her do-nothing unemployed husband.

-- Allen

[MissMillie]

23. You ain't much fun since I quit drinking

That's the only one I can think of.

[RandomKoolzip]

25. "And you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays/ can't you reach?"

-Bob Dylan, "She's Your Lover Now"

[noonwitch]

26. Bruce Springsteen's "For You"

"Princess Cards she sends me, with her regards
bar room eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
To her cheshire smile, I'll stand on file,
she's all I ever wanted

But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
Honey keep your carpetbaggers off my back
You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks
You said, here's your mirror and your ball and jacks
But that's not what I came here for.

chorus:

I came for you, for you, I came for you
But you did not heed my urgency
I came for you, for you, I came for you
But your life was one long emergency
And your cloud line urges me
My electric surges free.

Oh crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak
Reveal yourself all now to me girl, while you got the strength to speak
Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue, with their oxegyn masks
But I could give it all to you now, if only you could ask.
Don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late
It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate
Don't give me my money, honey, I don't want it back
You and your pony face, and your union jack
Take a local joker and teach him how to act
Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive
able to leap tall buildings in a single bound
And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive, you could laugh and cry in a single sound.

And your strength is devastating, in the face of all these odds
Remember how I kept you waiting, when it was my turn to be the God

You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach
And the band, they played the homecoming theme, while I caressed your cheek
That ragged, jagged melody, she still clings to me like a leech

But that medal you always wore on your chest got in the way
like a little girl with a trophy, so soft to find her way
We were both hitchikers, but you had your ear turned to the roar
Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien distant shore
Well, it's not reason, the one you were living for
It's not that nursery mouth I came back for
It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor
Because I've broken all your windows, and I've rammed through all your doors
and who am I to ask you to lick my sores
Did you know it's true

chorus

It's a lot more subtle than "I Used To Love Her". I love this song for it's alliteration and poetry.

[norml]

27. Eminem: Kill You

They said I can't rap about bein broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin
Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! <*chainsaw revs up*>
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
snip http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eminem/killyou.html

[WilliamPitt]

28. "You just kinda wasted my precious time...

...but don't think twice, it's alright."

[norml]

33. Bob Dylan has almost as many insult songs as Weird Al Yankovic.

http://www.weirdal.com/

[norml]

29. MORAL MAJORITY

MORAL MAJORITY
You call yourselves the Moral Majority / We call ourselves the people in the real world / Trying to rub us out, but we’re going to survive / God must be dead, if you’re alive / You say, “God loves you. Come and buy the Good News” / Then you buy the president and swimming pools / If Jesus don’t save ‘til we’re lining your pockets / God must be dead if you’re alive / Circus tent con men and Southern belle bunnies / Milk your emotions then they steal your money / It’s the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles / Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials / Stodgy ayatollahs in their double-knit ties / Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies / Masturbating with a flag and bible / God must be dead if you’re alive / Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell / blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms / Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan / What’s wrong with a mind of my own? / You don’t want abortions, you want battered children / You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem / Now you wanna force us to pray in school / God must be dead if you’re such a fool / We’re planning for a war with or without Iran / Building a police state with the Ku Klux Klan / Pissed at your neighbor? Don’t bother to nag / Pick up the phone and turn in a fag / Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan / Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schalfly / Ram it up our cunt, Anita / ‘Cause God must be dead / If you’re alive / God must be dead / If you’re alive


http://www.deadkennedys.com/images/albums/psd/lyrics.htm#17

[Boswells_Johnson]

30. From Cascades: I'm Not Your Lover, by Deep Purple

I only insult my friends
my friend
The rest can go to hell
You can read it
anyway you want
oh well, you're not so bad yourself

[norml]

31. Short People

Short people

Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live

They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
`round here

Short people are just the same
As you and i
(a fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(it’s a wonderful world)

Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
’round here
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/randy-newman/114136.html

[The Great Escape]

34. "Salt In My Tears"...Martin Briley

Salt in My Tears - Martin Briley
I never did it, no, I won't admit it
Why should I lie for you anymore
You never loved me, you pushed and shoved me
I see the woman I never saw

I saw you laugh when the knife was twisted
It still hurts but the pain has shifted
I'm lookin' back at the time that drifted by
But I won't cry for the wasted years
'cause you ain't worth the salt in my tears

Feeling neglected, used and rejected
You need a shoulder to lean upon
Baby you picked him, found your next victim
Don't worry someone will come along

I broke the spell that you kept me under
I had enough of the rain and thunder
I lost track of the time and I wonder why
But I won't cry for the wasted years
'cause you ain't worth the salt in my tears

I'll sit around and drink a few more beers
Until the memory just disappears
'cause you ain't worth the salt in my tears

I saw you laugh when the knife was twisted
It still hurts but the pain has shifted
I'm lookin' back at the time that drifted by
But I won't cry for the wasted years
'cause you ain't worth the salt in my tears

'cause you ain't worth the salt in my tears
'cause you ain't worth the salt in my tears

[Redstone]

35. Here's one that insults a whole state...

(To the tune of "Country Road" by John Denver.)

Note: These lyrics copyright 1976 by C. Goff. Permission is hereby granted for live performance only; all other rights reserved. PM Redstone with any inquiries.

Almost Purgatory, Northern Jersey,
Newark Airport, Pulaski Skyway
Pollution's old there, killed off all the trees,
Trash piled up in mountains, blowing in the breeze

(chorus)
Concrete road, take me home,
Out of this place I don't belong
Jersey City, truckstop mama,
Take me home, concrete road.

All the horseflies gather 'round her,
Refinery lady, stranger to clean water
Dark and dirty, floating in the sky,
Disgusting smell of sewage, cinder in your eye.

(bridge)
I hear her voice, from the cheap motel she calls me,
Siren reminds me that the cops aren't far away,
Driving down the road I get the feeling I forgot the toll
Again today, like yesterday...

Redstone

[rucky]

37. Nightmare Hippy Girl - Beck:

...She’s a magical, sparklin’ tease
She’s a rainbow chokin’’ the breeze
Yo, she’s bustin’ out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She’s a melted avocado on the shelf
She’s the science of herself
She’s spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she’s meditating with the devil
She’s cooking salad for breakfast
She’s got tofu the size of texas
She’s a witness to her own glory
She’s a never-ending story
She’s a frolicking depression
She’s a self-inflicted obsession
She’s got a thousand lonely husbands
She’s playin’ footsie in another dimension
She’s a goddess milking her time for all that it’s worth