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are you the tornado in my sails, are you jesus without nails..paris without snails, are you the farmer without bails , are you the red lion without ales...the lakes without the dales ? |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Think this is the best opening line of a song or even first verse 
By pantera (far beyond driven album)
(Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills)
I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me Daddy.
And I called her baby when I smacked her ass.
I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight.
And I slept with her all over me,
from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying,
living out some brash fantasy, but no.
You were knocked out.
But we were all knocked out you know.
In a way
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Hmm,
"I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell."
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Or from the poet himself - the late Ian Dury;
arseholes, bastards fucking cunts and pricks
aerosole, the bricks
a lawless brat from a council flat oh, oh
a little bit of this and a little bit of that oh, oh
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