Speak in Lyrics

[Semantics]

Blame it on the web but the spider's your problem now.


Modest Mouse

[Mister Bent]

So please don't come to me on my dying day
just let me go in peace
with all the things that i forgot to say
racing through my mind, oh

And don't you bury me six feet under ground
just burn my body in a box
and let my ashes blow with the wind
out into the night sky

[turasultana]

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 n* 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, [etc]

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

[Soon]

I would brush your hair and tell you you'll be alright
And if you cried, well, you would not feel ashamed
But I, I am just a friend
And I will try again, again
If I could right now I'd like to be your journal
So you could tell me everything right on the page
And I'd never misunderstand you or say the wrong thing
And I would not feel deserted by your rage
But I, I am just a friend
And I will try again, again

[moxie]

Cotton candy and a rotten mouth
You know I couldn't help but have it for you
Everybody knows the way I walk
Knows the way I talk
Knows the way I feel about you
It's all a bunch of shit
And there's nothing to do around here
It's totally fucked up
I'm totally fucked up
Wish you were here

[BestButchBoy]

But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of me inside you
Gathering what you've lost
But oooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of you in everone

And I'm watching you now
I see you building the castle with one hand
while tearing down another with the other

[bright_arrow]

"Sometimes all I really want to feel is love
Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry
Sometimes my feelings get in the way
Of what I really feel I needed to say..."