NationStates Jolt Archive

Post songs that fit groups of people in society.
(for entertainment only, stereotypes may occur.)


Neo-cons:
Oingo Boingo - Nothing Bad Ever Happens Lyrics


Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Why should I care?

A man broke into my neighborhood
He threatened the family with a loaded gun
He tied them all up and beat 'em real good
He took everything and he got away clean
And I can't believe that anyone would
Wanna do such a terrible thing
But why should I care?

Did ya hear about Fred, he's unemployed
They threw him away like a useless toy
He went down the drain after 20 long years
No warning, no pension and nobody's tears
And I can't believe that anyone would
Wanna do such a terrible thing
But why should I care?
Why should I care?

Every time I look around this place
I see them scream but I hear no sound
And the terrible things happen down the road
To someone else that I don't even know

CHORUS
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Why should I care?

Have you heard about the Joneses, my, my, my
It happened so quick and no one knows why
Their teenage son, he seemed O.K.
But his suicide ruined everyone's day
And I can't believe that anyone would
Wanna do such a terrible thing
But why should I care?

CHORUS

(Nothing bad ever happens to me)
Nothing bad ever happens to me

Ride Natty Ride - Bob Marley

Dready got a job to do
And he’s got to fulfill that mission
To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah!
But-a we will survive in this world of competition

’cause no matter what they do
Natty keep on comin’ through
And no matter what they say-ay-ay-ay
Natty de deh every day. yeah!

Natty dread rides again,
Through the mystics of tomorrow
Natty dread rides again:
Have no fear, have no sorrow, yeah!

All and all you see a-gwan
Is to fight against rastaman.
So they build their world in great confusion
To force on us the devil’s illusion.

But the stone that the builder refuse
Shall be the head cornerstone
And no matter what game they play,
Eh, we got something they could never take away
We got something they could never take away...

And it’s the fire (fire), it’s the fire (fire)
That’s burning down everything:
Feel that fire (fire), the fire (fire)
Only the birds have their wings, yeah!

No time to be deceived.
Oh, brothers, you should know and not believe:
Jah say this judgement - it could never be with water,
No water could put out this fire (fire)
This fire (fire), this fire (fire)
This fire (fire), a yaga y’all! ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready, go deh

’cause now the fire is out of control,
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fiyah is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and waisting their souls..

Go ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready! go deh!

Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach
And the leader try to make a speech,
But the dreadies understandin’ that it’s too late:
Fire is burning
Man, pull your own weight!
Fiyah is burning
Man, pull your own weight!

Natty dread rides again
And me say, go deh, dready! go deh! (go deh, go deh)
Oh ride, natty, ride!
And go deh, dready! (go deh, go deh)

Ridin’ through the storm,
Riding through the calm (go deh, go deh).
Oh ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready, go deh!
Ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready, do deh!

We riding thru the thick
We riding thru the thin
Ride natty, ride natty.

Emos:

Dear diary,
mood; Apathetic
my life is spiraling downwards,
I could'nt get enough money to go to the 'blood fed romance' and 'Suffocate me dry' concert.
it sucks cause they play some of my favourite songs, like 'Stab my heart coz i love you' and 'Rip apart my soul' and of course 'Stab me rip stab stab.'
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy either,
like that guy from that band can do.
Some days.....
I'm an Emo kid,
non conformist as can be,
you'd be non conformist to if you looked just like me.
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face.
I'm almost Emo enough to start shaving my legs.
Coz i feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag,
Some call it 'freedom of expression' most just call me a fag.
Coz our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dykes, because Emo is one step below transvestite.
[chorus]
Stop my breathing and slit my throat,
I must be Emo.
I don't jump around when I go to shows,
I must be emo.
I'm dark, insensitive with low self esteem,
the way i dress makes everyday feel like halloween.
I have no real problems but i like to make believe,
I stole my sisters mascara so I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies,
I can't get through a Hawthorne heights album without sobbing.
Girls keep breaking up with me, it isn't any fun,
they say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one.
[chorus]
Dye my hair and polish on my toes,
I must be Emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes,
I must be Emo
My life is just a black abeyss,
you know, it's so dark and it's suffocating me.
Grabbing hold of me and tightening it's grip, tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans, which look great on me by the way.
When i get depressed i cut my wrists in every direction,
hearig songs 'bout getting dumped give me an erection.
I write in a live journal and wear thick rim glasses,
i tell my friends i bleed black and cry during classes.
I'm just a bad, cheap imatation of Goth,
You can read me Catcher in the Rye, and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes,
while hating my life.
If i said i liked girls,
I'd only be half right.
I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo,
I must be emo
Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo,
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals,
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones,
I must be emo
My parents just don't get me you know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple of guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2-or 4-dudes make-out with each other without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend. . . . I feel like tacos

Televangelists:

Suicidal Tendencies - Send Me Your Money : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVwto8Xk2o4

Lights, camera, silence on the set
Tape rolling, 3-2-1 action
Welcome to the Church of Suicidal
We'll have a sermon and a wonderful recital
But before we go on there's something I must mention
An important message I must bring to your attention
I was in meditation and prayer last night
I was awakened by a shining bright light
Overhead a glorious spirit, he gave me a message and you all
need to hear it
"Send me your money," that's what he said
He said to "Send me your money"
Now if you can only send a dollar or two
There ain't a hell of a lot I can do for you
But if you want to see heaven's door
Make out a check for five hundred or more
"Send me your money," do you hear what I said?
"Send me your money"

Now give me some bass, um yea that's how he likes it
Now give me some silence, for all you sinners
Now give me some bass, yea that was funky
Now take them on home Brother Clark, send me your money
Here comes another con hiding behind a collar
His only god is the almighty dollar
He ain't no prophet, he ain't healer
He's just a two bit goddamn money stealer
Send me your money
Send it, you got to send it
Send me your money
You hear what I'm saying?
Send it, send it
Send me your money
How much you give is your own choice
But to me it is the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce
I want you to make it hurt when you dig into your pocket
Cause it makes me feel so good to watch my profits rocket
Send me your money
Now dig in deep, dig real deep into your pocket
I want you to make it hurt!
We'll take cash, we'll take checks
We'll take credit cards, we'll take jewelry
We'll take your momma's dentures if they got gold in them
So whose gonna be the next king of the fakers
Whose gonna take the place of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker?
See my momma, she didn't raise no fool
Couse you can't put a price on a miracle
Amen

This song fits so well I don't know what else to call people like this other than "Mr. White Keys."

Mr. White Keys-Cherry Poppin' Daddies

He's a friend to all the stars
Made a fortune selling cars
Not beyond a little sleaze
He's Mr. White Keys

Wifey loves the tanning booth
Just a little altered truth
Made America's Who's Who
If he could do it so could you
Sheltered in tax brackets
Higher than an angel's cloud
Pontificates on rackets
And cheats on his wife with his pals
Once he met a musician
Shook his hand like a Soul man
Not a lot like you or me
He's Mr. White Keys

He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes
Collecting the rents of those Welfare cheats
A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat
He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet
He said he'd rather own the whole damn town
Than be graceful or be well-endowed
He exaggerates a bit
Foot and mouth a perfect fit
He's the one who tried the cheese
He's Mr. White Keys

I feel sorry for the guy
I laugh when I see his shtick
All that poor bastard wanted
Was to make it with the beautiful chicks
But that don't excuse the prick
He's Mr. White Keys
He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes
Collecting the rents of those welfare cheats