Welcome To ______
- jb
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 4159
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 10:12 am
- Instruments: Guitar, Cello, Keys, Uke, Vox, Perc
- Recording Method: Logic X
- Submitting as: The John Benjamin Band
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: WASHINGTON, DC
- Contact:
Welcome To ______
Welcome to Heaven
by JB and his iBook
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
What if it's just like they said
You know how they love to be right
That when you decide to be dead
You rise from your bed and follow the light
Only to find you're climbing up
A big ol' stairway yeah you know the one
A long line of dead headed into the sky
Into the sky course set for the sun
Welcome to Heaven
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
At the top of the clouds should we be scared?
Do they follow the rules? Is everything fair?
Will we have to defend everything we said?
Will we have to beg to hear Peter declare
Welcome to Heaven
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
Well I won't say I'd never
But I'd wait half an eternity on the moon
Before I'd ever enter the city of Gold
Without you
Saint Peter may have to wait.
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
Welcome to Heaven
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
G--- C--- F--- Bb--- 2x
G--- C--- F--- Bb--- 2x
G- C- F- Bb- 4x
G--- C--- F--- Bb--- 2x
C--- C--- F--- F---
Bb--- F--- C--- Bb---
G- C- F- Bb- 2x
G- C- F- Bb- 4x
G- C- F- Bb- 4x
by JB and his iBook
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
What if it's just like they said
You know how they love to be right
That when you decide to be dead
You rise from your bed and follow the light
Only to find you're climbing up
A big ol' stairway yeah you know the one
A long line of dead headed into the sky
Into the sky course set for the sun
Welcome to Heaven
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
At the top of the clouds should we be scared?
Do they follow the rules? Is everything fair?
Will we have to defend everything we said?
Will we have to beg to hear Peter declare
Welcome to Heaven
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
Well I won't say I'd never
But I'd wait half an eternity on the moon
Before I'd ever enter the city of Gold
Without you
Saint Peter may have to wait.
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
Welcome to Heaven
Welcome to Heaven
Where everything seven times seven times seven
Finds a way
G--- C--- F--- Bb--- 2x
G--- C--- F--- Bb--- 2x
G- C- F- Bb- 4x
G--- C--- F--- Bb--- 2x
C--- C--- F--- F---
Bb--- F--- C--- Bb---
G- C- F- Bb- 2x
G- C- F- Bb- 4x
G- C- F- Bb- 4x
blippity blop ya don’t stop heyyyyyyyyy
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- Panama
- Posts: 943
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 7:07 pm
- Instruments: electricity
- Recording Method: traveler mk1
- Submitting as: starfinger
- Contact:
"Welcome to the Microwave"
by Brainpipe
the carousel provides a way
to rotate while I melt away
electric hum, i hear a fan
a beep resounds. grabbed by the man
i'm prodded, poked, my rights denied
to feel the temperature inside
ooh ooh
i'm not ready to eat
welcome to the microwave
oooh
a few more seconds in the heat
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
it's too late to be saved. yeah
i thought my ride would never end
but, oh no, here we go again
the door is closed, the lights turn on
my tortured spin resumes anon
the heat emerges from within
my inner moisture cooks the skin
endless meals have met their fate
while endless fools increase their weight.
ooh ooh
look at all my saturated fats
welcome to the microwave
oooh
you will have a heart attack
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
bow down before the microwave
it's too late to be sa-yay-yay-yaaaaved
by Brainpipe
the carousel provides a way
to rotate while I melt away
electric hum, i hear a fan
a beep resounds. grabbed by the man
i'm prodded, poked, my rights denied
to feel the temperature inside
ooh ooh
i'm not ready to eat
welcome to the microwave
oooh
a few more seconds in the heat
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
it's too late to be saved. yeah
i thought my ride would never end
but, oh no, here we go again
the door is closed, the lights turn on
my tortured spin resumes anon
the heat emerges from within
my inner moisture cooks the skin
endless meals have met their fate
while endless fools increase their weight.
ooh ooh
look at all my saturated fats
welcome to the microwave
oooh
you will have a heart attack
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
bow down before the microwave
it's too late to be sa-yay-yay-yaaaaved
- Geoff WreckdoM
- Mean Street
- Posts: 540
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
The moral is stay well stocked....
Welcome to the party
by WreckdoM
I ran out of beer
So I dug in the couch
And I got two bucks
And some old pizza crust
And the man says
Welcome to the grocery store
We have run out of beer
But we still have Thunderbird
Theres a germ in my cup
And it makes me sick
And I’m sick upon myself
And I keep falling down
And the man says
Welcome to the hospital
You will be O.K.
But I don’t want to stay
And my skin gets hot
And my brain falls asleep
And I slip into a coma
Where I ride a golden horse
And the man says
Welcome to the recess of your mind
And his face turns into
A giant flying ship
And the ship drops bombs
On the people on the ground
And they burn and they scream
And I can’t stop laughing
I awake in a church
In a box in a suit
In the pocket of my suit
Is a key to the door
And the man says
Welcome to your lame afterlife
Theres a party going on
But we ran out of beer
by WreckdoM
I ran out of beer
So I dug in the couch
And I got two bucks
And some old pizza crust
And the man says
Welcome to the grocery store
We have run out of beer
But we still have Thunderbird
Theres a germ in my cup
And it makes me sick
And I’m sick upon myself
And I keep falling down
And the man says
Welcome to the hospital
You will be O.K.
But I don’t want to stay
And my skin gets hot
And my brain falls asleep
And I slip into a coma
Where I ride a golden horse
And the man says
Welcome to the recess of your mind
And his face turns into
A giant flying ship
And the ship drops bombs
On the people on the ground
And they burn and they scream
And I can’t stop laughing
I awake in a church
In a box in a suit
In the pocket of my suit
Is a key to the door
And the man says
Welcome to your lame afterlife
Theres a party going on
But we ran out of beer
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
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- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 143
- Joined: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:48 pm
- Instruments: guitar, piano, bass, mandolin
- Submitting as: The BeWells
- Location: Lakewood, CA
Welcome To The End (The BeWells)
Guess I'm the last one you thought you'd see here
Must have had the same thing in mind
I've already told them all of your lies
Now you'll be gone for awhile
Welcome to the end of the line
Last time you pushed me too far
No introductions, we've already met
This time the last laugh is mine
The look on your face when I walked in that door
You knew the score when I smiled
There'll be someone else in some other town
But this time you played the fool
(chorus)
(instrumental break)
Welcome to the end of the line
This time the last laugh is mine
Guess I'm the last one you thought you'd see here
Must have had the same thing in mind
I've already told them all of your lies
Now you'll be gone for awhile
Welcome to the end of the line
Last time you pushed me too far
No introductions, we've already met
This time the last laugh is mine
The look on your face when I walked in that door
You knew the score when I smiled
There'll be someone else in some other town
But this time you played the fool
(chorus)
(instrumental break)
Welcome to the end of the line
This time the last laugh is mine
- Adam!
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1425
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:10 am
- Instruments: Drum 'n' Bass (but not THAT Drum 'n' Bass)
- Recording Method: Reaper + Stock Plugins
- Submitting as: Max Bombast
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Victoria, BC, AwesomeLand
- Contact:
Welcome To The Crusades
by Piracy Undermines Creative Expression!
Dedicated to Jack and Hill'
You know a man's low when a tragedy strikes
And before the smoke clears he has grabbed the spotlight
Where he screams, with career held firmly in mind,
"IT WAS VIDEOGAMES THAT SHOT UP COLUMBINE!
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
That caused the killings
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not poor parenting
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not the guns on their shelves
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
And not the killers themselves"
Welcome to the New Crusade
Welcome to the New Crusade
It just 700 years too late
Welcome to the New Crusade
It took one hungry lawyer to gather a million
And one politician who thought of the children's
Crusade, when they used a generation of kids
Just to further their own personal politics
"IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
That caused the killings
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not poor parenting
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not the guns on their shelves
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
And not the killers themselves"
Welcome to the New Crusade
Welcome to the New Crusade
It just 700 years too late
Welcome to the New Crusade
by Piracy Undermines Creative Expression!
Dedicated to Jack and Hill'
You know a man's low when a tragedy strikes
And before the smoke clears he has grabbed the spotlight
Where he screams, with career held firmly in mind,
"IT WAS VIDEOGAMES THAT SHOT UP COLUMBINE!
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
That caused the killings
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not poor parenting
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not the guns on their shelves
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
And not the killers themselves"
Welcome to the New Crusade
Welcome to the New Crusade
It just 700 years too late
Welcome to the New Crusade
It took one hungry lawyer to gather a million
And one politician who thought of the children's
Crusade, when they used a generation of kids
Just to further their own personal politics
"IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
That caused the killings
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not poor parenting
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
Not the guns on their shelves
IT WAS VIDEOGAMES!
And not the killers themselves"
Welcome to the New Crusade
Welcome to the New Crusade
It just 700 years too late
Welcome to the New Crusade
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- Mr. Beast
- Posts: 2263
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:43 pm
- Instruments: Guitar/bass/keys
- Recording Method: Various. Mostly Garageband these days, actually.
- Submitting as: Jim Tyrrell
- Location: New Hampshire
- Contact:
Welcome To _______
She woke up early just before the sun
And she’s the only one
Alone and breaking free
The sign she's driving by says Welcome To
And then it's out of view
It's all she needs to see
‘Cause it means she’s on the run
She’s heading for a place where
It doesn’t matter where she’s from
Or what she’s done to get there
She snuck out to the car and she was gone
She threw the headlights on
Setting the dawn on fire
They cut like searchlights through the morning haze
Looking for better days
That somehow scaled the wire
And ran off into the woods
The sirens wild behind them
Before too long they’ll be gone for good
So she broke out to find them
(instr.)
She set the terms another life ago
She knew she had to go
She wouldn’t settle for
Unhappy mediums
She’s heading for a place where
It doesn’t matter where she’s from
Or what she’s done to get there
The sign she's driving by says Welcome To
And then it's out of view
It's all she needs to see
She woke up early just before the sun
She’s not the only one…
She woke up early just before the sun
And she’s the only one
Alone and breaking free
The sign she's driving by says Welcome To
And then it's out of view
It's all she needs to see
‘Cause it means she’s on the run
She’s heading for a place where
It doesn’t matter where she’s from
Or what she’s done to get there
She snuck out to the car and she was gone
She threw the headlights on
Setting the dawn on fire
They cut like searchlights through the morning haze
Looking for better days
That somehow scaled the wire
And ran off into the woods
The sirens wild behind them
Before too long they’ll be gone for good
So she broke out to find them
(instr.)
She set the terms another life ago
She knew she had to go
She wouldn’t settle for
Unhappy mediums
She’s heading for a place where
It doesn’t matter where she’s from
Or what she’s done to get there
The sign she's driving by says Welcome To
And then it's out of view
It's all she needs to see
She woke up early just before the sun
She’s not the only one…
- Plat
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 441
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 5:54 pm
- Instruments: teeth and other bones
- Recording Method: cubase, native instruments, waves, izotope, ears
- Submitting as: The Cow Exchange, Eat It 'n' Mattress
- Location: Green Bay, WI
- Contact:
Welcome To Crash Out
by The Cow Exchange
VERSE
here is the chocoholic block
for your cocoa co-dependence
go ahead, try to defend it
we know how you fall for the eighty percent---
dark, your double mocha shot
deep addiction keeps complyin'
decoration makes you buy it
the dupes drive you to dip deep down for the count (chocula!)
PRE-CHORUS
well finally it seems we've agreed, received the
message in from corporate and
the laywers say that your lawsuit may.. have settled in shipment, so now
CHORUS
you're welcome to crash out
with shirt on or shirt off
on a pillow of rice or ketchup sauce
you're welcome to pig out
and when it's not safe to drive
take your time for some Z's
abruptly in aisle three
now we can't be held responsible for your gluttony
VERSE
we new it and improve it
till the FDA removes it (come with me)
oh the chemists in our kitchens
make you smitten to sufficiency and ruin
fortify a chocolate fry
inject hazelnuts in lettuce
ingredients have you retroflexing sections where you question the freshness
(PRE-CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
Chordicles
VERSE: G Am Em; G Am Em; G Am Em C; G Am Em; G Am Em; G Am Em C
PRE-CHORUS: D Gsus2? C; D Em Cm
CHORUS: G Em Cm; G E C; G Em C; Am G C
by The Cow Exchange
VERSE
here is the chocoholic block
for your cocoa co-dependence
go ahead, try to defend it
we know how you fall for the eighty percent---
dark, your double mocha shot
deep addiction keeps complyin'
decoration makes you buy it
the dupes drive you to dip deep down for the count (chocula!)
PRE-CHORUS
well finally it seems we've agreed, received the
message in from corporate and
the laywers say that your lawsuit may.. have settled in shipment, so now
CHORUS
you're welcome to crash out
with shirt on or shirt off
on a pillow of rice or ketchup sauce
you're welcome to pig out
and when it's not safe to drive
take your time for some Z's
abruptly in aisle three
now we can't be held responsible for your gluttony
VERSE
we new it and improve it
till the FDA removes it (come with me)
oh the chemists in our kitchens
make you smitten to sufficiency and ruin
fortify a chocolate fry
inject hazelnuts in lettuce
ingredients have you retroflexing sections where you question the freshness
(PRE-CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
Chordicles
VERSE: G Am Em; G Am Em; G Am Em C; G Am Em; G Am Em; G Am Em C
PRE-CHORUS: D Gsus2? C; D Em Cm
CHORUS: G Em Cm; G E C; G Em C; Am G C
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- Panama
- Posts: 779
- Joined: Fri Apr 01, 2005 1:26 pm
- Instruments: trumpet, trombone, sax, clarinet, flute, keyboards, banjo, guitar, bass, ukulele
- Recording Method: SONAR 6, Dell Inspiron E1705, Edirol UA-25, Studio Projects B-1 Mic
- Submitting as: Steve Durand, Elastic Waste Band
- Location: Anaheim, CA
Welcome to ________
By Steve Durand
My firends
All tried to warn me
That I'd be dancing
When she pulled my string
Now I hear those
Church bells ringing
Welcome to the choir
I hope you like to sing
Now I'm feeling
Like I'm on the highwire
Upturned faces
Watching from below
The crowd is hoping
That I will stumble
Welcome to the circus
I Hope you like the show
Everyone tells me
How much I have to lose
Don't try to judge me
Until you walk a mile in my shoes
At the altar
I am fearing
That I'm committing
Suicide
And I'm careening
Down the highway
Welcome to the fastlane
Hope you enjoy the ride
I was dreaming
That I was running
But my feet
Sunk in too deep
In a room
That had no exit
Welcome to my nightmare
Hope you can get some sleep
Everyone tells me
That I have won the prize
You might think different
If you could only see things through my eyes
After the wedding
My daddy told me
Now lookee here son
Don't be a slob
You got a wife now
But you got no money
Welcome to the real world
Now go and get a job
By Steve Durand
My firends
All tried to warn me
That I'd be dancing
When she pulled my string
Now I hear those
Church bells ringing
Welcome to the choir
I hope you like to sing
Now I'm feeling
Like I'm on the highwire
Upturned faces
Watching from below
The crowd is hoping
That I will stumble
Welcome to the circus
I Hope you like the show
Everyone tells me
How much I have to lose
Don't try to judge me
Until you walk a mile in my shoes
At the altar
I am fearing
That I'm committing
Suicide
And I'm careening
Down the highway
Welcome to the fastlane
Hope you enjoy the ride
I was dreaming
That I was running
But my feet
Sunk in too deep
In a room
That had no exit
Welcome to my nightmare
Hope you can get some sleep
Everyone tells me
That I have won the prize
You might think different
If you could only see things through my eyes
After the wedding
My daddy told me
Now lookee here son
Don't be a slob
You got a wife now
But you got no money
Welcome to the real world
Now go and get a job
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- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1689
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 12:06 pm
- Instruments: none
- Recording Method: ears
- Submitting as: praise muzak
- Location: athens, ga
- Contact:
"welcome to home" by his name is dan
go back home
you're looking tired
you're acting like you need some rest
"welcome to hell"
you said is you shot fire from your eyes
i felt it burning in my chest.
everything is alive in your eyes
i would be a liar
if i said it didn't turn me on
when you shot fire from your eyes
i want some of that - some of that fire
let's use it to destroy the continent on which we live
start a new government. creat a new world
put up a sign that says "welcome to home"
everything is alive in your eyes
go back home
you're looking tired
you're acting like you need some rest
"welcome to hell"
you said is you shot fire from your eyes
i felt it burning in my chest.
everything is alive in your eyes
i would be a liar
if i said it didn't turn me on
when you shot fire from your eyes
i want some of that - some of that fire
let's use it to destroy the continent on which we live
start a new government. creat a new world
put up a sign that says "welcome to home"
everything is alive in your eyes
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- Beat It
- Posts: 5348
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:33 am
- Instruments: Bass, keyboards, singin', guitar
- Submitting as: Johnny Cashpoint
- Location: London, Engerllaaannnddd
- Contact:
Welcome to (the Seventies) by The Tiny Paws of Fury
Welcome, welcome to the Seventies
Welcome - what's your zodiac?
Welcome, just slip on this friendship ring
Put your keys in the bowl, we'll try a different swing
Dance along to Cheap Trick, leader of the pack
Welcome to the gang bang there's space there at the back
Welcome to your past
There's no turning back
Diamond in dog turd?
well, you're welcome to it now ...
Welcome, welcome to the Seventies
Welcome - to always looking back
Welcome - bisexual porn from Sweden
It's not all terrible, but try a different tack
Dance along with Bolan in your retro cordroy slacks
Spangles and your bangles, nostalgia springs its trap
(Everybody wants to be your lover
Nobody wants to be your friend)
SOLO
Welcome, welcome to the Seventies
Welcome - to misogyny
Welcome, welcome to my old trap
Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma'am, sing along to Goldfrapp.
Welcome to your past -
There's no turning back.
Diamond in dog turd?
well, you're welcome to it now ...
Welcome, welcome to the Seventies
Welcome - what's your zodiac?
Welcome, just slip on this friendship ring
Put your keys in the bowl, we'll try a different swing
Dance along to Cheap Trick, leader of the pack
Welcome to the gang bang there's space there at the back
Welcome to your past
There's no turning back
Diamond in dog turd?
well, you're welcome to it now ...
Welcome, welcome to the Seventies
Welcome - to always looking back
Welcome - bisexual porn from Sweden
It's not all terrible, but try a different tack
Dance along with Bolan in your retro cordroy slacks
Spangles and your bangles, nostalgia springs its trap
(Everybody wants to be your lover
Nobody wants to be your friend)
SOLO
Welcome, welcome to the Seventies
Welcome - to misogyny
Welcome, welcome to my old trap
Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma'am, sing along to Goldfrapp.
Welcome to your past -
There's no turning back.
Diamond in dog turd?
well, you're welcome to it now ...
Wake up mid-day tryin to get ready
Girls in the street dying to get with me
Girls on the street lying dead and skinny
And now the street is red and busy
I aint got no remorse i aint got no pity
Aint got the time cuz you not so pretty
But im still the place that they plop they titties
Like "wow you talk so witty"
Cuz im often kidding when im off and spitting
Say unrelevant shit like i cough at weddings
Attend funerals and get tossed for petting
The deceased until it got upsetting
I rather walk cuz public transport is shitty
The bus drivers always tryin to jip me
The train cop is always tryin to get me
But that fat lard retard can lick me
And if anyone i dont like calls me piggy
They can pass out from an appalling hickie
And lose so much blood my mouth is sticky
And you still gotta work cuz you outta sickies
So limp fast and try now to tick me
Not even Triple J knows how to pick me
Talk ass and say i sound like Fifty
I swear everybodys out to get me
And thats not paranoia thats ego tripping
Everyone does it now its sickening
Everybodys trying to be famous rich n
Thinking they have a perfect voice for singing
Stick to karaoke thats my opinion
Cuz you cant play an instrument or program a midi
Cant write a diddy quite as good or gritty
You cant compete with me Welcome to Syd-City
Girls in the street dying to get with me
Girls on the street lying dead and skinny
And now the street is red and busy
I aint got no remorse i aint got no pity
Aint got the time cuz you not so pretty
But im still the place that they plop they titties
Like "wow you talk so witty"
Cuz im often kidding when im off and spitting
Say unrelevant shit like i cough at weddings
Attend funerals and get tossed for petting
The deceased until it got upsetting
I rather walk cuz public transport is shitty
The bus drivers always tryin to jip me
The train cop is always tryin to get me
But that fat lard retard can lick me
And if anyone i dont like calls me piggy
They can pass out from an appalling hickie
And lose so much blood my mouth is sticky
And you still gotta work cuz you outta sickies
So limp fast and try now to tick me
Not even Triple J knows how to pick me
Talk ass and say i sound like Fifty
I swear everybodys out to get me
And thats not paranoia thats ego tripping
Everyone does it now its sickening
Everybodys trying to be famous rich n
Thinking they have a perfect voice for singing
Stick to karaoke thats my opinion
Cuz you cant play an instrument or program a midi
Cant write a diddy quite as good or gritty
You cant compete with me Welcome to Syd-City
- rone rivendale
- Odie
- Posts: 1755
- Joined: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:51 pm
- Instruments: Electronica, nothing real
- Recording Method: Fruity Loops, Goldwave
- Submitting as: Rone Rivendale
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Kansas, USA
- Contact:
Welcome to Your Heaven by Rone Rivendale
Death and murder, theft and disease
You are afraid with head in knees
Don't be troubled my new best friend
All this suff-ring ends 'round the bend
Well, welcome to your hea-ven
Welcome to the best - place
To be free from everything
And just get away.
Debt and worry, deep poverty
You won't make it with no money
Don't go deeper my new poor friend
All this suff-ring ends 'round the bend
Well, welcome to your hea-ven
Welcome to the best - place
To be free from everything
And just get away.
You can just get away from it all
Death and murder, theft and disease
You are afraid with head in knees
Don't be troubled my new best friend
All this suff-ring ends 'round the bend
Well, welcome to your hea-ven
Welcome to the best - place
To be free from everything
And just get away.
Debt and worry, deep poverty
You won't make it with no money
Don't go deeper my new poor friend
All this suff-ring ends 'round the bend
Well, welcome to your hea-ven
Welcome to the best - place
To be free from everything
And just get away.
You can just get away from it all
From spoken word to actual singing, I can screw up any style with style.
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- Panama
- Posts: 775
- Joined: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:21 am
- Submitting as: Gert
- Location: Boston, MA
- Contact:
Welcome to ______ by Corn on the Cob
Who'd know you'd buy it, further fall in forty-to-many ways
You find what you find in it, taking too long to get out of the light of night
You think you've dreamed of this a hundred times before and denied it
You think the time is holding you up and drying you out but it's quite alright, you're just caught
Hold that thought, I'm just trying to catch up
...you're taking me down with you now...
You think you've seen it all go by and lived to tell the white lie of it
You no think the tick tick of the clock will always welcome you back, when you're home and everyone else is so cold?
Welcome to the things we do, welcome to you, welcome to me
And you think you know how this type likes to kick it, I think you're kicking a hole in your toe
We'll be sinking in dust, we'll be saucing it up with the polsk on the grill
Welcome to the things we do, welcome to you, welcome to me
Herojima: drums, vocals
Boltoph: guitars, bass, keys, vocals
Who'd know you'd buy it, further fall in forty-to-many ways
You find what you find in it, taking too long to get out of the light of night
You think you've dreamed of this a hundred times before and denied it
You think the time is holding you up and drying you out but it's quite alright, you're just caught
Hold that thought, I'm just trying to catch up
...you're taking me down with you now...
You think you've seen it all go by and lived to tell the white lie of it
You no think the tick tick of the clock will always welcome you back, when you're home and everyone else is so cold?
Welcome to the things we do, welcome to you, welcome to me
And you think you know how this type likes to kick it, I think you're kicking a hole in your toe
We'll be sinking in dust, we'll be saucing it up with the polsk on the grill
Welcome to the things we do, welcome to you, welcome to me
Herojima: drums, vocals
Boltoph: guitars, bass, keys, vocals
Re: Welcome To ______
Luke Henley
You're a cunt
Sure don't
Want to see you alive again
Which is great
Cuz I won't
You're a cunt
Sure don't
Want to see you alive again
Which is great
Cuz I won't
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