Opinion of the preceding song lyrics

[MasterJedi]

Emo garbage

Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they all be dead

We came in cover of moonless night
Fifty man at arms
Now at first morning light,
The church bell sound the alarm

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods Of War Arise!

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods Of War Arise!

Hear the tortured screams
Shattering the air
They awake the soothing dreams
Into their worst nightmare

Fire sweeps their homes
They feel the dragon’s breath
Consuming and destructive flames
Agonising death

Some seek shelter in the church
A refuge for those with faith
But we know how to smoke them out
A pyre will be raised

But those who choose to stand and fight
Will die with dignity
For the unfortunate few who survive
Waits a life in slavery

The day draws to an end
The night comes dark and cold
We return to our ships
With silver, slaves and gold

We gave them agony, as they fell and die
The gods have granted victory
For our sacrifice

The day draws to an end
The night comes dark and cold
We return to our ships
With silver, slaves and gold
We gave them agony
As they fell and die
The Gods have granted victory
For our sacrifice

[Sensei]

The sea is foaming like a bottle of beer
The wave is coming but I ain't got no fear
I'm waxing down so that I'll go real fast
I'm waxing down because it's really a blast
I'm going surfin cos I don't like your face
I'm bailing out because I hate the race
Of rats that run round and round in the maze
I'm going surfing, I'm going surfing!

You take your car to work
I'll take my board
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat

My buddies and their honeys all come along
They seem invincible as they surf along
The sea is rolling like a thousand pound keg
We're going surfing, we're going surfing!

You take your car to work
I'll take my board
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat

You take your car to work
I'll take my board
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat

All along the undertow
Is strengthening it's hold
I never thought it would come to this
Now I can never go home

All along the undertow
Is strengthening it's hold
I never thought it would come to this
Now I can never go home

You take your car to work
I'll take my board
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat

All along the undertow (you take your car to work)
Is strengthening it's hold (I'll take my board)
I never thought it would come to this (and when you're out of fuel)
Now I can never go home (I'm still afloat)

You take your car to work
I'll take my board
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat

You take your car
I'll take my board
You take your car
I'll take my board
Let's go!

one of my favorite songs, actually.

skip, obviously

[Cubby]

Master Jedi's lyrics sound like a song about a Viking raid on a village.

I must have missed the requirement that all songs in this thread be either political or explicit.

I only recognize 4 of the songs here: You are my Sunshine, City of New Orleans, White Rabbit and Naso's one by 3 Doors Down ("Here Without You")



Joan and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind;
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny
Tryin' to get a fish on the line.
In a coffee house Sebastian sat,
And after every number they'd pass the hat.
McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher in L.A.,
You know where that's at.
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.

Zally said, "Denny, you know there aren't many
Who can sing a song the way that you do; let's go south."
Denny said, "Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish
I could play guitar like you."
Zal, Denny, and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl)
And after every number they'd pass the hat.
McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher in L.A.,
You know where that's at.
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.

When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swathmore
But she changed her mind one day.
Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
"Take me to New York right away."
When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps;
Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps.
McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher
But that's what they were aimin' at.
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.

Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps---
Don't you work as hard as you play.
Make up, break up, everything is shake up;
Guess it had to be that way.
Sebastian and Zal formed the æ…¡poonful;
Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful.
McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin' fire in L.A.,
You know where that's at.
And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.

Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted,
And Mitchy wants to go to the sea.
Cass can't make it; she says we'll have to fake it---
We knew she'd come eventually.
Greasin' on American Express cards;
Tents low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard.
Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations
Can't go on indefinitely.
And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality...

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

Bad, and I'll bet the music sucks too.

i watched you float away on a wave of want and misery
now i've got to find you
i watched you float away on whatever caught your eye
now i've got to find you
'cause i've got to keep your head above the water
while the current pulls me under

i will hang my life in the space between the noose and your neck
i won't let you die just yet

i will love you even when you won't let me
and you will kill me by doing nothing
but i know it's not you, my dear,
i know it's not you
i know it's not you, my dear,
it's the nothing that kills

i can't save you
control is something out of mine
no, i can't save you
control is something out of my control

i will love you even when you won't let me
and you will kill me by doing nothing
but i know it's not you, my dear,
i know it's not you
i know it's not you, my dear,
it's the nothing that kills

i can't save you but i will love you
no, i can't save you but i will love you
i'd like to think that this is love
lost in second chances without end
this is romance

[Eraserhead]

Bad, and I'll bet the music sucks too.

Light floats down day river on a red raft o' blood
Night blocks out the heavens like a big black shiny bug
Its hard soft shell shinin' white in one spot well
It's uh hard place dat I'm livin' but I'm doin' well well
The white ice horse melted like a spot uh silver well
Its mane went last then disappeared the tail
My life ran through my veins
Whistlin' hollow well
I froze in solid motion well well
I heard the ocean swarmin' body well well
I heard the beetle clickin' well
I sensed the thickest silence scream
Then I begin to dream
My mind cracked like custard
Ran red until it sealed
Turn to wood and rolled like a wheel well well
Thick black felt birds uh flyin'
With capes of solid chrome
With feathers of solid chrome
and beaks of solid bone
'n bleach the air around them
White 'n cold well well
Till it's shown in pain
The hollow cane clicked like ever after
Its shadow vanished shinin' silence
well well

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Pretty Damn cool I must say.

There was a king who ruled the land.
His majesty was in command.
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showers silver on the people.
Oh Mother, tell me more.

Why'd'ya have to leave me there
Hanging in my infant air
Waiting?
You only have to read the lines
They're scribbly black and everything shines.

Across the stream with wooden shoes
With bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time.

Wandering and dreaming
The words have different meaning.
Yes they did.

For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
And fairy stories held me high on
Clouds of sunlight floating by.
Oh Mother, tell me more
Tell me more.
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

Seems kind of pointless and dumb.

It's Christmas Eve, and I've only wrapped two f**king presents
It's Christmas Eve, and I've only wrapped two f**king presents
and I hate, hate, hate your guts
I hate, hate, hate your guts
and I'll never talk to you again

Unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again

It's Labor Day and my Grandpa just ate seven f**king hotdogs
It's Labor Day and my Grandpa just ate seven f**king hotdogs
and he sh!t, sh!t, sh!t his pants
he always f**king sh!tin' his pants
and I'll never talk to you again

Unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again

[Cubby]

Although I didn't like them at first, its kind of funny the second time around.



Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Starts raining but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
im wanting to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Starts raining but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
im wanting to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams ´till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams, all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Fairly decent lyrics - though a tad unimaginative.

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

More dumb psuedo-poetic stuff.

This is from Ampere by the way:

we won't play your game. you wrote the book,
made the rules.
we are excerpts from the same book,
dog-eared but not worn out.
all books reach an ending.
so, then, will our movement.
gather all your hang-ups & feed them to the sharks.
we'll inhabit the space between the two extremes:
so alive in body & so devoid of heart.
we knew there would be no future;
that was our greatest freedom.

[Inmate Trump]

No future=greatest freedom?  I don't get it.
All books reach an ending?  Well gee, I think you're right about that!


I've got a fever
Come check it and see
There's something burning and rolling in me
We may not last, but we'll have fun till it ends
C'mon baby, be my bad boyfriend

I wanna hear you call out my name
I wanna see you burn up in flames
Keep you on ice so I can show all my friends
C'mon baby, be my bad boyfriend

So ripe, so sweet, come suck it and see
But watch out daddy, I sting like a bee
I know some tricks I swear will give you the bends
C'mon baby, be my bad boyfriend

My fever's rising, you can run into luck
Say what, sugar?
You wanna get what?
I'm wanna give you one hundred and ten
C'mon baby, be my bad boyfriend

It's wild the way you tease me
It's wild the way you free me
It's wild the way you reach me
Wrapped me up in your wire from the start

You've got the women waiting in line
I'm not asking you to make up your mind
But I can make you happy at least now and then
I've got something special for my bad boyfriend

If you can't love me, honey, go on, just pretend
I've saved something special for the very end
If you can't love me, honey, go on, just pretend
C'mon baby, be my bad boyfriend

[Gabu]

Gee, Clay, I never knew you were so kinky.

-----

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled

A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Above the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
To dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

[Inverted Things]

Ah, a harrowing tale of a poor soul realizing how limited his existence is. How about this wonderful nugget from the same band:

"One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces."

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Gee, Clay, I never knew you were so kinky.

-----

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled

A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Above the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
To dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Gabu once again puts himself in front of 99% of the forum. That's such an awesome song..

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the ns feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

[minionofmidas]

Stop badmouthing Cambodia.

Eight years old with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin’ what the heck
Screwed his courage up so tight
That the whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin’ start and bless his heart
He headed for the ground

Chorus:
He’s one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold you breath
And always trust your cape

All grown up with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his dream
He’s full of piss and vinegar
He’s bustin’ at the seams
Licked his finger and checked the wind
It’s gonna be do or die
He wasn’t scared of nothin’, Boys
He was pretty sure he could fly

Chorus

Old and grey with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his head
He’s still jumpin’ off the garage
And will be til he’s dead
All these years the people say
He’s actin’ like a kid
He did not know he could not fly
So he did

Chorus

[opebo]

I didn't like it.

"You're making out with schoolkids
Winos and heads of state
You've even made it with the lady
Who puts the little plastic robins
On Christmas cakes
Butcher's assistants and bell hops
You've had 'em all here and there"

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

I don't get it, but it's kind of funny.

Tonight we're going to fuk sh!t up real good motherfukers!
zippo's toilet paper yeah that's true and the ashtray's just a petting zoo
we're not gonna piss in a cup no we're gonna fuk sh!t up
shooting up and smoking dope live fast die young is what we hope
drinking forties and snorting speed we're gonna do just what we need
straight strong white and het- twisting the words of minor threat
beer not coffee in our cup we wish that we could fuk sh!t up
we the punx are out tonight we're gonna start a riot what a sight
burning cop cars and looting stores eating the rich because we're poor
nazi cops and nazi skins sometimes it seems they're gonna win
gotta stick together gotta tighten up then we're gonna fuk sh!t up

[minionofmidas]

Bumpity.
Boring. Song behind it might be good for moshing, though.

I've just (well, last night) seen Stereo Total for the second time in my life - and the first was about ten years ago. Here's one of their bestknown songs...

Du bist schön von hinten
Mit ein paar Metern Entfernung
Schön bist du im Nebel wenn du gehen musst
Bitte bleibe nicht bei mir
Zeig mir deinen Rücken
Am Schönsten bist du wenn du gehen musst

Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Wenn du stets, wenn du stets, wenn du stets bei mir bist?
Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Jeden Tag, jede Nacht, jeden Tag, jede Nacht bist du bei mir

Löse dich in Luft auf
Hinterlass keine Spuren
Zeig wie du aussiehst, wenn du nicht mehr bist

Ich bedanke mich herzlich
Ich hatte viel Spaß mit dir
Aber ohne dich war es auch nicht schlecht
Vielleicht besser sogar
Ja

Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Wenn du stets, wenn du stets, wenn du stets bei mir bist?
Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Jeden Tag, jede Nacht, jeden Tag, jede Nacht bist du bei mir

Schick mir ein Foto von dir
Oder eine Post karte
Geh, es ist vorbei
Goodbye

Wie soll ich ...

Translation:
You're beautiful from behind
With a few meters' distance
Beautiful you are in the fog when you have to leave
Please don't stay with me
Show me your back
You're at your most beautiful when you have to leave

(Chorus) How am I, how am I, how am I supposed to long for you
When you're always, when you're always, when you're always with me?
How am I, how am I, how am I supposed to long for you
Every day, every night, every day, every night you are with me

Dissolve into thin air
Leave no traces
Show me what you look like when you are no more

I sincerely thank you
I had much fun with you
But without you wasn't bad either
Maybe better, even
Yeah

(Chorus)

Send me a picture of you
Or a postcard
Go, it's over
Goodbye

(Chorus)

[Speed of Sound]

The musical version of JD and Elliot's relationship on Scrubs....in German.

Your Heart Is An Empty Room Lyrics

Band:Death Cab For Cutie


Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue

Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago

And all you see is where else you could be When you're at home
And out on the street Are so many possibilities to not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
But you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
Cause you knew you were finally free


Cause all you see is where else you could be, When you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
And all you see is where else you could be,
when you're at home,
There on the street,
are so many possibilities to not be alone

[Robespierre's Jaw]

That fourth line of the song is strange, likewise with the ending.


My great grand father died this week.
I couldn’t stand him actually nobody could.
But as soon as he passed away everybody went around saying what a top bloke he was, so..
I’d like to dedicate this song to you, Gramps.

He was very hard of hearing,
he was dull and domineering,
mysogenist cantankerous and vain.
He hit the bottle every night,
he hit my grandma out of spite,
and those stories about his bunyons were a pain.

But all that’s now forgotten,
once he took his final breath.
Yes even pricks turn into top blokes after death.

You don’t believe me?
Allow me to furnish you with a few examples..

Steve Irwin lived in khaki,
a cartoon kamikaze,
who taunted crocs and talked so frequently.

And Brocky was some revhead,
who pumped the air with pure lead,
so anti green he drove into a tree.

But all that was forgotten,
once they took their final breath.
Yes even tools turn into top blokes after death.

John Lennon chose the hippy life,
he chose some nutbag for a wife,
his songs were never quite as good as Paul’s.

Jeff Buckley fooled all lovers,
just one album, mostly covers,
more wailing than Japan does off our shores.

But all that was forgotten,
once he took his final breath,
yes even wankers turn into top blokes after death.

Princess Di was just a slut for sex,
when they looked in the car wreck,
her dress was wet with Arab semen stain.

Stan Zemanek was a racist,
Dr Fatso xenophobic cock,
whose views were more malignant than his brain.

But all that was forgotten,
once he took his final breath,
yes even arseholes turn into top blokes after death.

It’s not how they lived that counts,
but how we rewrite the book.
When it comes to truth it’s best to use restraint,
it pays to throw away the facts
and have a rose coloured look.
When he dies, Martin Bryant will look a saint.

Don Bradman was a total farce,
a grumpy, greedy tired-arse,
who couldn’t even score one run last time he played.

Kerry Packer was a brothel chief,
a tax cheat and a kidney thief.
and procreating Jamie was the worst mistake he made.

But all that was forgotten,
once he took his final breath,
yes even **** turn into top blokes after death.

Belinda Emmett was a…  (stopped by cast)

Remember all will be forgotten,
once we take our final breath..
yes even pervert motherf**kers,
even rampant child-abusers,
even local Baghdad looters,
even baby bunny rooters,
even reckless drunken drivers,
even rodent sperm imbibers,
even violent poofter bashers,
even public penis flashers,
even rotting corpse molesters,
even human piss ingesters,
even tiny kitten kickers,
even anal finger lickers,
even Anna ‘bloody’ Coren,
yes even she will be a top bloke after death.

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

Kind of interesting, I think I might've heard it before, who's it by?

when you f**ked grandpa did he tell you that he loved you?
did he hold you till the sun did rise and did he look into your eyes
and ask you to fellate him, and stick a finger or two in his ass

he seems like a total asshole, grandpa is a total f**king asshole
who would ever want a dirty, greasy finger in his ass?
he rubs his dick in broken glass.

when you f**ked grandpa did he kiss you soft and tender?
did he tie your hands behind your head and was it on your mother's bed and...
(he seems like a total asshole,
grandpa is a total f**king asshole who would ever want a dirty,
greasy finger in his ass? he
rubs his dick in broken glass)

this is f**king stupid man,
I can't believe you'd have sex with your own grandfather,
I mean, you guys are related! What's
he gonna do?
Take out his false teeth and just leave them on the side of your bed?
Man, you like to f**k him in the butt and
have people come in and watch and masturbate and cum all over the place,
this is stupid. I hate you all. I'm not even gonna
have sex with my mom tonight, this is stupid!

I hate you.

he seems like a total asshole, grandpa is a total f**king asshole
who would ever want a dirty, greasy finger in his ass?
he rubs his dick in broken glass.

[Robespierre's Jaw]

Kind of interesting, I think I might've heard it before, who's it by?

It was written by a guy called Andrew Hansen. The song appeared on the Chasers War on Everything which he is apart of. Here's the link to the video of the song, which of course, is on YouTube. The Eulogy Song.

[© tweed]

BRTD's is a bit too gross and vulgar for me to have the desire to search it for some allegorical meaning or whatever, although I don't necessarily dispute that it has one.

 Been staring for a hundred hours.
Run down a spiral drain.
Keep mouth clamped tight,
and it isn't right.
Three words keep running 'round my mind,
but my tongue is hard to find.
I need to let it go,
because I know.

Dark secrets burn their vessel.
Tearing out to grab a mouthful.
Chunk of heart destroyed by quiet.
Yell it out before it kills you now.
Let it all out.

Used to let rumors do my work.
They got around real well.
Now they only hurt.
It's a liar's quirk.
This time I gotta say it straight.
I mean to do some good.
I'm calling out your name
while the chance remains.

Dark secrets burn their vessel.
Tearing out to grab a mouthful.
Chunk of heart destroyed by quiet.
Yell it out before it kills you now.
Let it all out.

I want you.
(4x)

So now you know where I come from.
My secret's come undone.
My heart revealed my cause.
I'm lying naked at your feet.
Don't crush the heart that beats.
Take me at my word.
It may sound absurd, but

I want you.
(4x)

I want you.
(8x)

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

BRTD's is a bit too gross and vulgar for me to have the desire to search it for some allegorical meaning or whatever, although I don't necessarily dispute that it has one.

Nah, it doesn't. It's a bonus track to a Blink 182 album and isn't intended to be anything other than a funny vulgar song.

As for your's, kind of corny and cliche.

"im back, formosa"
Your gardens and bridges green
with sh!t came running... i'm back.

you think that i'll remember you?
well things all considered, i do.
i dreamt about that house last night.
you know the black lady told me not to make her black sons jealous.
What did I have? Guns and firetrucks...
I wonder if you remember me,
I had long blonde hair, and a stormy smile.
In fact I remember a photograph of me and you.

"im back sheridan"
Your yellow, red, white, and blue.
Firemen came running.

What went on in those cells?
I can think of exact floorboards that would come up
I can tell you what went on, you interject.

You were visiting a house thats been sealed for a 1000 years.
Little crayon scribbles, a white truck on a string.
You were standing there with your plaid and your favorite things.
But now you're sleeping or f**king or something.

[minionofmidas]

You had that in yr sig once. I quite like that line about "yeah well, all things considered, yes, I do remember you".

Meine Freunde sagen mir, ich solle mit ihnen gehn
Sie schlagen die Faschisten und ficken das System
Sie schreiben überall Sachen an die Wand
Sie hören Musik aus dem Baskenland
Aber ich möchte lieber eine Freundin
Ich möchte lieber ein Mädchen kennenlernen

Die Band steht in der Ecke und sie spielen wieder Punkrock
Gegen den Klassenfeind und für den Revolutionären Block
Die Andern hängen auf dem Fenstersims
Und warten weiter auf die Naziskins
Aber ich möchte lieber eine Freundin
Ich möchte lieber ein Mädchen kennenlernen

Ich ging nach Hause und die Naziskins schlugen mich flach
Sie traten mir in die Fresse, und einer von ihnen sprach:
"Es wohnt keine Tugend mehr in meinem Herz
Es drängt mich ein seltsamer Schmerz
Ich möchte lieber eine Freundin
Ich möchte lieber ein Mädchen kennenlernen"

En Anglais:

My friends tell me I should go with them
They're beating the fascists and fucking the system
They're writing things on the walls everywhere
They listen to music from the Basque Country
But I would rather have a girlfriend
I would rather get to know a girl

The band's standing in the corner and they're playing punk rock again
Against the class enemy and for the Revolutionary Block
The others are hanging on the windowsill
And keep on waiting for the Nazi Skins
But I would rather have a girlfriend
I would rather get to know a girl

I went home, and the Nazi Skins knocked me flat
They kicked me in the face, and one of them said:
"No virtue is living in my heart anymore
A strange pain is moving me
I would rather have a girlfriend
I would rather get to know a girl"