BlastFunk03
11-13-2004, 01:02 PM
anti-emo song, complete with johnny cash and misfits references
Held hostage
By kids in tight pants
He wants to show her
How much he cares
But he cant because he doesn't
Do splits in the air
And he won't name
His band after a day
Or a season and they
Took away his reason for writing
Good love songs
And singing about
Things he thinks are wrong
An idol in black
With lyrics made
For a different time
His Vision distorted
Like a mission not
Rewarded
Friendships fall but the group sticks
Together through and through
Like soles of dark converse shoes
Broken picks
And a million crossed out verses
How the hell to finish this out
Nothing to do but shout
Was walking down the street
Saw lady that caught my eye
Brown hair was a
Top 10 ringer
That was no lie
I bit her bate
As she lured me
She liked 138 she was full of hate
And on her back
She wore muted black
But not for the despair
That those **** kids wear
For the death of blues
But for the always true
The crews and the boy named Sue
Friendships fall but the group sticks
Together through and through
Like soles of dark converse shoes
Broken picks
And a million crossed out verses
How the hell to finish this out
Nothing to do but shout
Held hostage
By kids in tight pants
He wants to show her
How much he cares
But he cant because he doesn't
Do splits in the air
And he won't name
His band after a day
Or a season and they
Took away his reason for writing
Good love songs
And singing about
Things he thinks are wrong
An idol in black
With lyrics made
For a different time
His Vision distorted
Like a mission not
Rewarded
Friendships fall but the group sticks
Together through and through
Like soles of dark converse shoes
Broken picks
And a million crossed out verses
How the hell to finish this out
Nothing to do but shout
Was walking down the street
Saw lady that caught my eye
Brown hair was a
Top 10 ringer
That was no lie
I bit her bate
As she lured me
She liked 138 she was full of hate
And on her back
She wore muted black
But not for the despair
That those **** kids wear
For the death of blues
But for the always true
The crews and the boy named Sue
Friendships fall but the group sticks
Together through and through
Like soles of dark converse shoes
Broken picks
And a million crossed out verses
How the hell to finish this out
Nothing to do but shout