I don’t know karate, but I know ka-razy!

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI’ve tried so hard to make it workthat I’m dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can’t have...

We have all lived through that shriveling moment when a parent walks into a room and repeats, with sardonic disbelief, a couplet picked up from the stereo or the TV. ‘What does that mean, then?’...

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

You wrote my thoughtsFor all the world to seePainted the skyWith immortal words

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here its like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I...

And now I know that you’re the oneI’ve waited my whole life forYou’re budding leaves turning green in springYou’re the fresh breath of air that summer bringsYou’re the autumn sky painted in rainbow huesYou’re the...

If you’re not creating, you’re disintegrating.

I was a fool for love, I was a fool.

You’re a shameful opportunist! What you don’t understand is that it’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!”You have it backwards… it’s better to live on your feet than to...

These spider webs are my home now

To me, lyrics are harder to write when you have to invent the feelings behind them. That’s when lyrics take a lot of thought, when they aren’t genuine.

I’m a wanderessI’m a one night standDon’t belong to no cityDon’t belong to no man(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne’s quote from his novel “The Wanderess”.)

I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don’t I know it, don’t I know it

Life’s just a cocktail party – on the street.

I’m tired again, I’ve tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can’t explain…so I won’t even try to.

When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can’t payTake the easy wayand give in!

I was always an unusual girl.My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as...

But these clouds won’t leaveWalk awayBarely breathingAs I’m lying on the floorTake my heartAs you’re leavingI don’t need it anymore

That was how we spoke, my mother and I: in puns and games and rhymes. In, you might say, lyrics. This was our tragedy. We were language’s magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and...

If we’re all saying that rap is an artform then we gotta be more responsible for our lyrics. If you see everybody dying because of what you’re saying, it don’t matter that you didn’t make...

You’ll spend every Saturday night on the bathroom floor with no recollection of the night before You’re a train wreck and everything that’s in between Being alone doesn’t seem so bad to me

So, you can make me come, that doesn’t make you Jesus.

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I’ll make it mine.

My head is a prison I’ve been locked in from the start,So if I’m treated like a criminal I might as well play the part.(attrib: E. Tancarville)

So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?

I’d like to hold you in the mountains, like to kiss you by the sea. Take you far, far from here to a place where you feel free. Cause we are safe, we are true,...

The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

The Ballad of Lucy JordanThe morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy JordanIn a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban townAs she lay there ‘neath the covers dreaming of a thousand loversTill...

They can rip you bring you down, down to their size, but they will never get to the heart you hold inside.

Well, God knows you’re barely standing but you’ve got to carry this heavy load.

I bought the Heartbreak Hotel, on my own with no investors. Closed it down and opened the Fuck You, Get Over It bed and breakfast.

I find peace when I’m confused, I find hope when I’m let down, not in me but in you.

Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren’t as bad as they seem.

She acts like summer and walks like rain.

But I can’t confront the doubts I have.I can’t admit that maybe the past was bad,and so, for the sake of momentumI’m condemning the future to deathso it can match the past.

Are we just dreamingIn the city that never sleeps?Cause I can’t be seeingWhat my eyes tell me.

I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once more than once so as not to see you see me react. Should’ve put ’em, should’ve put ’em on againso I could see...

I’ve finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what’s it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed

I love lyrics by bands that have struggled, and they have gone through experiences, be it drugs, sex, whatever it might be, but have gone through experiences that I perhaps haven’t, and I find that...

My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you…

Don’t leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

These tears I’m wailing,I spill not without reason.Remove them, my dearest love.Take me to the place I’ve been dreaming of,where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love.

For mankind you’ve made your wintry bed.A shipwreck of your own mortality

They keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V.And you think you’re so clever and classless and freeBut you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

You held me down, but I got upHey!Alrighty brushing off the dust You hear my voice You hear that soundLike thunder gonna shake the ground-Roar

I’d rather have fun, being young and being dumb, than be saved a spot in heaven

You don’t need this prep but I’m going to give it to you anyway. I can tell, I don’t know any of you that well, but I can see it in your faces that and...