I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way-ay-ay-ay Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay Na-na, why don't you get a job?
I have my books And my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor Hiding in my room safe within my womb I touch no one and no one touches me I am a rock I am an island
We want our coffee in the lobby We watch our worship on a screen We got a Rockstar preacher Who won't wake us from our dreams We want out blessings in our pocket We keep our missions overseas But for the hurting in our cities Would we even cross the street?
People who switch pronouns in songs to no-homo the situation are so funny. The idea literally never even occurred to me as a kid. Couldn’t be me. I am a woman scorned. I am a man who had his heart broken. I am a guy who hates his hometown. I’m a country boy, I’m a city girl. I’m a slut. I’m addicted to cocaine. It’s a song, man.
via reddit.com
so you’re telling me that “stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni” would be like saying “wrote a G on his belt and called it gucci”
that’s…a pretty good analogy actually
US moron came to town
Hunting for some coochie
Wrote a G up on his belt
And this bitch called it Gucci
Seeing my notifications get flooded with this every July 4th is the only thing I respect about America
One day, the world will realize it is impossible to make fun of Americans in a way we won’t turn into patriotism.
And they said you were the crooked kind That you would never have no worth But you were always gold to me
This is like picking a favorite child…
TFW you accidentally come up with your enemies' new theme song.
This comic was so rushed lol. Hope you fellow yankees had a happy and safe 4th of July.
Words only have power if you let them. Vintage edition.
Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west? 'Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come risin' up in me again In the arms of Your mercy I find rest 'Cause You know just how far the east is from the west From one scarred hand to the other
Chris Young “Beer or Gasoline”
Everybody's been there, everybody's been stared down By the enemy Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing Bow down to the mighty But don't run, stop holding your tongue Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live Maybe one of these days you can let the light in Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say And let the words fall out Honestly I wanna see you be brave
Burn out the day Burn out the night I can't see no reason to put up a fight I'm living for givin' the devil his due And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
'Cause I'm a twenty-first century digital boy, I don't know how to live but I got a lot of toys, My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual, My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual, Ain't life a mystery, yeah?
We are the angry mob We read the papers everyday day We like who like We hate who we hate But we're also easily swayed
And I have come to accept My past is more clay than stone And I can shape it into nicer forms Ones where you and I were better than we were
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold is literally just Dwarvish Take Me Home, Country Roads