Song Lyrics

[noobs are ppl 2]

No Cars Go by Arcade Fire

We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go

(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

We know a place no space ships go
We know a place where no subs go

(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Cars go!)

(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream

I don’t want any pushing, and I don’t want any shoving.
We’re gonna do this in an orderly manner.
Women and children!
Women and children!
Women and children, let’s go!
Old folks, let’s go!
Babies needing cribs, let’s go!

[shake]

They're the flock of debris, I'm the infinite serum.
Weak they stand before me, dead shall be.
Final end, celestial flaming.

Chaos in my chamber, I'll feed them to their maker.
Weak they stand before me, dead Deity, ever black, risen.

From my ground, a born unbeliever, fallen once but now of the secured.
In pure mayhem, saturated.

[I EAT SNOT]

The suburbs are coming down
Discontent and this punk rock sound
The suburbs are coming down
Tear it all to the ****ing ground

[shake]

Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee...

"Say baby do you wanna lay down by me"

[garbage]

woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand
what time, what crime, how the hell did i die
dooooooooooo youuuuuuuuu, do youuuuuuuuuuuuu, feel like we do

[I EAT SNOT]

Originally Posted by Kombat Frank

u live in the sub-urbs

and so do punk rock douches

yes frank, unlike ur rappers, no one is denying this

they are stating that the suburbs are boring/gay, therefore they shud be destroyed

[ForthcomingFire]

Night falls, it's time to kill
this fist will give you the thrill
Your blood is running like the rain
you are begging, no more pain
My need to kill grows bigger and bigger
when I touch the trigger
This bullet that I will send
is the bringer of your death

I'm the god that you will need
Hatred and death sleep in my bed
In my eyes you're not doing well
keep on praying before I unleash hell

Time will tell
when I unleash hell
Blood will flow
when I unleash hell

Bullets fly, I pulled the trigger
Revenge is mine, sweet and bitter
Welcome to my hell on earth
this time you'll get hurt
I reload my gun, get ready to run
**** your life I'm just having fun
Your time is up, I'll never stop
I'll make you rot, I'll fill your grave

Time will tell
when I unleash hell
Blood will flow
when I unleash hell

Now your world is gone
you're not around to see the dawn
or the things that I will do
but you know, it's all for you
Today this world will meet it's god
I'll end this shit with a flood of blood
No return - it has been done
the age of death has begun

[ForthcomingFire]

No, but it would make an awesome Mel Gibson-esque battlecry.

And to satisfy rap fans (uncensored):

You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live
Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace

[shake]

Insecurity is merely your fear
Of maybe the outside
Hearing what you hear
Don't let 'em see,
Can't let 'em hear

[I EAT SNOT]

I don't like the ****in' scene
You say it's part machine
He thinks it's too nice or too clean
They just want to be the stars
Make money with guitars
Why would they accept anything less?
We don't try to relate
With the consumer's taste
I couldn't think straight
If we were Green Day
So we'll play loud instead
Till the meter's in the red
We'll lose our ****in' heads
'Cause this is not dead