lunes, julio 18, 2011

Fuck It...

Well good ol' Billy boy was feelin down,
Took his car and drove 'round town,
Thought 'bout his life and how it was going bad,
Didn't have nothing of what he thought he should've had,
A woman to hold and money in his pocket,
So, he stopped his car in the middle of the road,
Got out, turn his face into the sky and shouted, fuck it,

At the end of the day,
When things ain't going your way,
You gotta say, fuck it,
When you can't get out,
When you haven't got anything to fight about,
You just have to shout, fuck it,

Well now time was taking it's toll,
Out on Lucy's looks and her soul,
She was running out of time to find herself a suitable man,
She prayed and she'd say lord why won't you  lend me a hand,
Sittin at a table where her last date had stood her up,
She thought I'll never find someone before I kick the bucket,
So she got up off her chair and shouted, fuck it,

At the end of the day,
When things ain't going your way,
You gotta say, fuck it,
When you can't get out,
When you haven't got anything to fight about,
You just have to shout, fuck it,

Well now pappa frank got fired,
His old ways got the man good and tired,
No pension for the old man soon to be retired,
Dispite everything he was tranquil, not wired,
He sat on his couch and he did ponder,
On what would happen to him and his family,
So he went over there and told the man to suck it,
And though they beat him and threw him out,
When he went home he looked himself in the mirror and said, fuck it,

At the end of the day,
When things ain't going your way,
You gotta say, fuck it,
When you can't get out,
When you haven't got anything to fight about,
You just have to shout, fuck it,

When there ain't no money to make ends meet,
And you go out and only see broken people on the streets,
When the times seem real bad and grey,
And the poeple you trust have led you astray,
Regardless of where you are,
In bed, at the office, or in your car,
Don't mind the world, you're allowed to shock it,
Stretch out your arms, turn your face up at the sun, and say, fuck it,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

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THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S MUCH EASIER THAN U THINK SON!!

Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!