Drunk Lang

[Rudyo]

It's better to burn out then it is to rust.

[Drunken Cat]

It's better to burn out then it is to rust.

You know it, live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse.

[BrometheusBob.]

Less rubbish lyrics more beer you bunch of fairies.

You queers have ruined the thread.

This ain't the emo-lyric-lang.

[Weltschmerz]

Had a couple of these (Black 'n Sam) last night and I was lovin' life:

Guinness is an acquired taste. I like it too.

[lazy]

I bought the last round, it's somebody else's turn!

[Rudyo]

Wisdom burned upon a shelf
Who'll kill the raging cancer
Seal the river at its mouth
Take the water prisoner
Build a sky with screams and cries
Bathe in fiery answers

[Drunken Cat]

Now he
reaches for a quarter
And he stands in the corner
And he screams out for
some change.
And n**ody looks, but everybody sees
And everybody feels the
shame.
And the rain rolls over,
And the dog rolls over,
And he rolls his
hands to the sky.
And the nuns in numbers knock their nails in
Like a
blackbird in a blackberry pie.

Says, 'Son, it happens every day.
We call
it running from the rain.'

Well, it's a rain of thunder,
It's a rain of
fear,
It's a busted-open bottle
of Rainier beer,
It reaches from the
sky
Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie, that's why
And everybody is
runnin'
And umbrellas are poppin'
And reflections take over the
streets
And the blood is free now
And it flows to the sea now
And the man
says 'I'll see him again.'

[Rudyo]

My dog barfed all over the "favorite" carpet. Right ****ing on! I hate that carpet. Popping up a Hi Life yoz.

***** ***** smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that **** with my worst enemy's penis
***** when I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, aw ****, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my ****" ****
That is my synopsis, ostrich posh ****
Hoes on some goth ****, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?

[Beercules]

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a ****-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”

[Beercules]

Well I wish that I was as good as you
Caring and trusting
And I wish that my condition was new but I'm old and rusting
So we just hurry up only to wait
Add to the list of all the places we hate
And I pretend like I got something to say
But I've got nothing

Now I know that you stole
Yeah you stole