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Goat Finally Had a Good Idea - Best Single Lyric in a Song

“I can make anyone feel sexy
I can make you believe any lie
I can make anyone a damn mod,

Brake drums, engine oil and rotors
Spark plugs, EGR’s and spare rods
Anything Trump says is a lie.
I think I’ll just lay down and cry.
Water Cooler ahol
Water Cooler ahol





Best
Song
EVER
 
The Hold Steady:

Silly rabbit, tripping is for teenagers
Murder is for murderers and hard drugs are for bartenders
I think I might have mentioned that before
 
Don’t call what your wearing an outfit
Never say your car is broke
Don’t sing with a fake British accent
Don’t act like your family’s a joke
 
He was raised to think like his dad
Their minds full of hate
On a path to no where fast
Until the grace of god got in the way
 
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
 
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Hayes Carll oldie that's pretty funny...

She showed me a picture
All I could do was stare
At that freak in his sandals
With his long purty hair
They must think that I'm stupid
Or I don't have a clue
I bet he's a Commie
Or even worse yet a Jew

She left me for Jesus
And that just ain't fair
She says, that he's perfect.
How could I compare
She says, I should find him
And I'll know peace at last
But if I ever find Jesus
I'm kickin' his ass
 
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And then they went on to say
that the Pearly Gates had such
eloquent graffiti like,
we'll meet again and
fvck the man and
tell my mother not to worry.
 
I already won this contest earlier, but I will add this as a Btown summer memory. Tanned skin next to the tan line with coconut essence,

Cause my bartender, she's from the islands
Her body's been kissed by the sun
And coconut replaces the smell of the bar
And I don't know if it's her or the rum

It was her. In Btown...many hers.
 
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There is a house in New Orleans
It’s called the rising sun
It’s been the ruin of plenty a boy
 
I know where my hope lies
I got my invitation
I'm just waiting for my ride
I might not need that old pine box
 
"My friends and I agree, our breasts look just like that!"

Christine Kane
Well... Googling what this was about took me deep down a rabbit hole and I've been reading stories about women talking about boobs for 45 minuets.

I can't say that I am unhappy about it though.
 
I for one am not surprised the world declined along the way
give trophies to kids for losing
just 'cause they decide to play
 
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