A conversation using nothing but song lyrics

Everywhere I hear the sound
Of marching, charging feet boy
'Cause the summer's here
And the time is right for
Fighting in the street boy
 
For you
I'd be a soldier
For you
I'd bury friends
For you
I'll be your saviour
For you
I'll play pretend.

Nauga,
not Rancid
 
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
 
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat and friend,
Do it in the name of heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away.
 
The candy man can cause he
Mixes it with love and
Makes the world taste good
 
I left my little town in Texas
Spent three years in Illinois
And when I got back I was disgusted
I had a month old baby boy
She took me to court, the judge said you’re stuck
And man that’s nothing but buzzard luck
 
Matthew said:
I left my little town in Texas
Spent three years in Illinois
And when I got back I was disgusted
I had a month old baby boy
She took me to court, the judge said you’re stuck
And man that’s nothing but buzzard luck
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She got the gold mine, I got the shaft.
They split it right down the middle and then they give her the better half!
 
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway

Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes

Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does

Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away

Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns

Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half

Half of us divided
Like a torn-up photograph
Half of us are trying
To reach the other half

Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away



Sorry, this song is so awesome (and topical) I just couldn't narrow it down. :D
 
Six o'clock, TV hour, don't get caught in foreign tower
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting
Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crush, uh-oh
This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives, and I decline

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
 
Matthew said:
Six o'clock, TV hour, don't get caught in foreign tower
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting
Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crush, uh-oh
This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives, and I decline

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
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LEONARD BERNSTEIN!

Nauga,
fast asleep
 
Oh but ain't that America, for you and me
Ain't that America, we're something to see baby
Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me, oh for you and me
 
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
 
Four young chiquitas in Omaha
Waitin' for the band to return from the show
Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's Saturday night
The hotel detective, he was outta sight
Now these fine ladies, they had a plan
They was out to meet the boys in the band
They said, "Come on dudes, let's get it on"
And we proceeded to tear that hotel down

We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
 
Matthew said:
Four young chiquitas in Omaha
Waitin' for the band to return from the show
Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's Saturday night
The hotel detective, he was outta sight
Now these fine ladies, they had a plan
They was out to meet the boys in the band
They said, "Come on dudes, let's get it on"
And we proceeded to tear that hotel down
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Erase the video, we bribed the security guard
The rooms are paid for but on whose credit card?
We didn't make any phone calls,
these towels aren't worth a thing
Don't blame me if the TV's smashed
It had it coming!

I don't wanna argue, I ain't gonna budge
Will you take this number down, before you call up the judge
I ain't gonna argue, there's nothing to say
Get me outta your starry eyes and be on your way

Nauga,
with apologies to The Records
 
I live in hotels,
tear out the wall,
I have accountants
pay for it all.
 
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team
 
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
 
Matthew said:
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
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I f***ed up again it's all my fault.
So turn me around to face the wall.
Read me my rights and tell me you have won
'til it gets into my thick skull.

Nauga,
jinxed
 
Yeah and it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell

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Well,my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
 
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
 
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
but the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture ...
 
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, ...
 
We didn't start the fire,
it was always burning since the world was turning
 
I heard the news today, Oh boy.....
 
Your teeth will start to go, dear,
Your waist will start to spread.
In twenty years or so, dear,
I'll wish that you were dead.


I'll never love you then at all
The way I do today.
So please remember,
When I leave in december,
I told you so in may.
 
I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm going bald
 
Hello lamp post, whatcha knowing,
Come to watch your flowers growing,
Ain't you got no rhymes for me...
 
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold
Remember my name, 'bout to blow
 
They went rushin' down that freeway
messed around and got lost
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane...
 
I've been drivin' all night,
My hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head
That drives my heel
It's my baby callin',
Says: I need you here
And it's a half past four
And I'm shifting gear
 
Got those highway blues, can't you hear my motor runnin'
Flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor
All the way in town they can hear me comin'
Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more
And i smell my motor burnin'
Underneath the hood is smoke
Can't stop, and i can't stop
Got to keep on movin' or i'll lose my mind
 
Took a corner, side swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clicking the guard rail post
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
 
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