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[jussmatt]

UH HU
I like big tits
YOU see em on the street
left and right
i like big tits that right
i try to look away but i can't resist
evertime i try to call it quits
Hear come some tits thats a big ten 4
Uh hu
I like big tits uh hu
tits
Well they come in twos
hard to choose
your favorite tit
uh hu
i like tits for dinner a noon time snack
i like tits for lunch a big tit attack
i like tits for breakfast
iwhat it is
their where its at
tits
they give me shivers when they bounce around
buckeld up or hanging on the ground
i like big tits
uh hu
tits save it all for me
tits

Crap Beez.... you just found me a new theme song!!! LOL!!

[lw]

How 'bout a little Hatchet?

I'm travelin' down the road an’ I'm flirtin' with disaster
I've got the pedal to the floor an’ my life is running faster
I'm outta money outta hope it looks like self destruction
Well how much more can we take with all of this corruption

We’re flirtin' with disaster, ya'll know what I mean
And the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don’t know about yourself or what you wanna to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm draggin’ a heavy load.
Yet I've tried to turn my head away,
Feel about the same most every day
You know what I’m talkin’ about man

Speeding down the fast lane an’ honey we’re playin' from town to town
The boys and I been burnin' it up can't seem to slow it down
I got the pedal to the floor our lives are runnin' faster,
We got our sight set straight ahead but I ain't sure what we're after

We’re flirtin' with disaster ya'll damn sure know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

Yeah!! We're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Though I try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
An’ you are too baby, Ha ha ha ha ha
You aim for everybody, Oh come on man


We’re flirtin' with disaster man ya'll know what I mean
You know the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

Yeah!! We're travelin' down this lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Though I try to turn my head away, Bop mm bop bop yeah
We’re flirtin' with disaster every day.

I hate f**kin' christmas
Seems like it's one big "have to do"
Seems like everybody that you meet on the street
Has been singin "halle-f**kin'-lujah"
Well, the mistletoe on the ceiling really
Makes me wanna do ya

Christmas it's so hard to find cocaine
Now it seems I can't get outta bed
All those dickheads in their white shirts on my T.V.
Singin' "Please don't drink and drive"
Well, that's pretty good advice
'Cause ya just might spill your drink

Christmas, it's the time for stealing presents
Out from underneath your neighbor's tree
Look's like little Johnny just won't get his
Teeneage Mutant Ninja Turtle
Well, I'd better wear a rubber
'Cause that turtle might be fertile

Today I think I'll screw my brother's girlfriend
All he ever does is go to work
When he goes downtown to buy the
Dead bird, who's the f**kin' turkey?
I hate f**kin' christmas

This song is another Rugburn's song...an all male band for those who don't know them! Maybe this belongs in BD's Gayrage...BUT...they are Lyrics!!

Golds gym guy

Why you going out with that golds gym guy?
I saw you kissing him on the fourth of july
Baby, cant you see I got tears in my eyes?
Why you going out with that golds gym guy?

Babys got a thing for muscle bound jocks
I collapse a lung just taking off my socks
Im holed up in the closet and Im pettin my fox
She treats me like I got a bad case of small cocks, but

Why you going out with that golds gym guy?
I saw you kissing him on the fourth of july
Baby, cant you see I got tears in my eyes?
Why you going out with that golds gym guy?

Hes got a big truck, and its bigger than my dump
Its bigger than the bank account of donald trump
Its bigger than the feeling that Ive got in my rump
Hes got as many brains as a gasoline pump, but

Why you going out with that golds gym guy?
I saw you kissing him on the fourth of july
Baby, cant you see I got tears in my eyes?
Why you going out with that golds gym guy?

He shaves his legs and so I asked him if he was bi
He grabbed me round the throat and said, prepare to die
Everybody says that Im a nicer guy
But hes like malathion, Im a simple med fly, yeah

Why you going out with that golds gym guy?
I saw you kissing him on the fourth of july
Baby, cant you see I got tears in my eyes?
Why you going out with that golds gym guy?

[beezer]

[quote:i9zncebt]UH HU
I like big tits
YOU see em on the street
left and right
i like big tits that right
i try to look away but i can't resist
evertime i try to call it quits
Hear come some tits thats a big ten 4
Uh hu
I like big tits uh hu
tits
Well they come in twos
hard to choose
your favorite tit
uh hu
i like tits for dinner a noon time snack
i like tits for lunch a big tit attack
i like tits for breakfast
iwhat it is
their where its at
tits
they give me shivers when they bounce around
buckeld up or hanging on the ground
i like big tits
uh hu
tits save it all for me
tits

Crap Beez.... you just found me a new theme song!!! LOL!![/quote:i9zncebt]

Joe Walsh

[beezer]

John Lennon--Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so f**king crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you dope with religion and sex and tv
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f**king peasants as far as i can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

[jussmatt]

I have felt it
And I have held it
I have known a Woman’s Love
And I have tasted
And I have wasted
A Woman’s Love

And I know
I know I’ll never understand
All the little things that make it grand
A woman’s Love
And I know
I know I’ll never come face to face
With anything that takes the place
Of A woman’s love

Well I have kissed it
Tried to resist it
I have missed
A Woman’s Love
I have hated
Taken for granted
A Woman’s Love

And I know
I know I’ll never understand
The little things that make it grand
A woman’s Love
And I know
I know I’ll never come face to face
With anything that takes the place
Of A woman’s love

I have needed
And I have pleaded
And I have lost
A Woman’s Love
I have worshiped
And I have cursed it
A Woman’s Love

And I know
I know I’ll never understand
All the little things that make it grand
A woman’s Love
And I know
I know I’ll never come face to face
With anything that takes the place
Of A woman’s love

And I know
I’ll never come face to face
With anything that takes the place
Of A woman’s love

[beezer]

Time keeps on slippin slippin slippin
Into the future

[beezer]

Had my money
I tell you what i'd do
I would go downtown
Buy a mercury or two

[jussmatt]

you ask me if i love you
and if my love is true
well if I were a rich man
here is what i'd do
i'd buy you a diamond ring
and a new fur coat or two
if my nose was running money
i'd blow it all on you

if my nose was running money
i'd blow it all on you
i'd buy you a cadilac a new mercades too
i'd build you a mansion upon that mountaintop
if my nose was running money
but honey, it's snot!

if my nose was running money
you'd have anything you please
anytime you wanted cash
all i'd have to do is sneeze
honey you'd win the lottery
when I have a cold or flu
if my nose was running money
i'd blow it all on you

it's a booger of a problem i've got
i wish my nose was running money
but it's snot!
i'd buy you a diamond ring
a new fur coat or two
if my nose was running money
i'd blow it all on you!!

I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me

Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(but no one ever does)

I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell

Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a tv

Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, g*d**n you

I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause i'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well

I wanna publish zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind

Paranoia paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
Im running under ground with the moles
(Diggin big holes)

Hear the voices in my head
I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me

I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well

[Scoot]

This is what I've done for the last 30 years

KENNY CHESNEY LYRICS - SHIFTWORK (Featuring George Strait)

Shift work, hard work, tired bar
Blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap
Union made

He’s hot, sweat drops, ’round the clock
The door never locks
And the noise never stops
Night or day
Work-n seven To three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work, for the busy convenience store clerk
Two feet that hurt, going insane
She’s mad, at some lad
Drove off and didn’t pay for his gas and he won’t be the last
’round the clock pain
Work-n seven To three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talkin’ about a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Well I worked, shift work,
Ten years man, I hated that work
Then I made a break, with the money I saved
It took me, to the beach, to have a beer by the edge of the sea
In this ’round a clock place
I drank my money away
We partied
Seven To three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

I’m talkin’ about a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talkin’ about a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
Eleven to seven
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

[beezer]

Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond

[jussmatt]

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed my pain as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high upon a shelf
Left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sewn up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed my pain as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
Nobody knows what I believe
I believe

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
And I'm swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
There is no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

You okay jussmatt??????