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Let's get some of those kick-ass bile-spitting bitter songs. I'll kick it off with one of my favorites: Ben Folds Five's Song For The Dumped

 

1! 2! 3! 4!

So, you, wanted

to take a break.

Slow it down some

and have some space.

Well, fuck you too!

 

Give me my money back!

Give me my money back, you bitch!

I want my money back,

and don't forget,

and don't forget,

to give me back my black t-shirt!

 

I wish I hadn't,

bought you dinner,

right before you

dumped me on your front porch.

 

Give me my money back!

give me my money back, you bitch!

I want my money back,

and don't forget,

and don't forget,

to give me back my black t-shirt!

Hey, hey!

 

So, you, wanted

to take a break.

Slow it down some

and have some space.

 

Give me my money back!

Give me my money back, you bitch!

I want my money back!

I want my money back!

And don't forget

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"I just called to say fuck you" is one of the greatest song titles ever from the album with one of the greatest titles ever "beyond the valley of the assfuckers"

 

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sorry tangent.....anyways...

I Don't Wanna Be Friends

 

Susie's bugging me again

I better take my ritalin

I'm about an inch away from smacking her

She wants to tell me what to do

I'm really not in love with you

I've had it up to here with your obnoxiousness

Don't play little games with me baby

'Cause you know it's already over

I don't wanna be friends with you

You're giving me a heart attack

You'll never catch me crawling back

I'm not about to listen 'cause I'm really sick of this

You wanna be my buddy too

I'm not a retard at the zoo

There's not a chance 'cause this is totally ridiculous

Don't play little games with me baby

'Cause you know it's already over

 

(B. Weasel)

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I love that Ben Folds Five song.

 

Good bitter song for me is Ben Lee by The Ataris. The lead singer loves Claire Danes, Claire Danes is (was?) the girlfriend of Ben Lee, henceforth, Ben Lee is a dick.

 

I never met someone so jaded

your music's really over rated

nothing but a lot of pretentious noise

I know that claire danes is your chick

to me you're just some ugly prick who got lucky

cause he knew the Beastie Boys

and I cant stand it

 

a lot goes on but nothing happens

but this time that's not true

i wrote this song for you

to tell you that your 15 minutes of fame are almost up

yea one more thing, Ben Lee you suck

 

Bob Dylan must be kinda pissed

cause you've been writing all his hits

packaged and reprocessed for the world

I'd love to kick you in the face

break your legs and throw you from a train

cause you're such a fucking girl

and I cant stand it

 

I guess this song's come to an end

I'll say good bye until we meet again

you better stay out of my town

cause if i had way

I'd call up snoop, ice cube, and dr. dre

we'd come and beat you down

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That song refered to Bob Dylan, the king of bitter break-up songs. I present, Positively 4th Street:

 

You got a lotta nerve

To say you are my friend

When I was down

You just stood there grinning

 

You got a lotta nerve

To say you got a helping hand to lend

You just want to be on

The side that's winning

 

You say I let you down

You know it's not like that

If you're so hurt

Why then don't you show it

 

You say you lost your faith

But that's not where it's at

You had no faith to lose

And you know it

 

I know the reason

That you talk behind my back

I used to be among the crowd

You're in with

 

Do you take me for such a fool

To think I'd make contact

With the one who tries to hide

What he don't know to begin with

 

You see me on the street

You always act surprised

You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"

But you don't mean it

 

When you know as well as me

You'd rather see me paralyzed

Why don't you just come out once

And scream it

 

No, I do not feel that good

When I see the heartbreaks you embrace

If I was a master thief

Perhaps I'd rob them

 

And now I know you're dissatisfied

With your position and your place

Don't you understand

It's not my problem

 

I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

And just for that one moment

I could be you

 

Yes, I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

You'd know what a drag it is

To see you

 

"I just called to say fuck you" is one of the greatest song titles ever from the album with one of the greatest titles ever "beyond the valley of the assfuckers"

 

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sorry tangent.....anyways...

Clearly, you, 2Track are not familiar with Anal Cunt. Anal Cunt has to be the worse sounding punk bad ever, but their song titles are the greatest thing in the world. The tracklist from 'I Like It When You Die'

 

1. Jack Kevorkian Is Cool

2. Valujet

3. You've Got No Friends

4. You Keep a Diary

5. You Own a Store

6. You Got Date Raped

7. Recycling Is Gay

8. You're a Cop

9. You Can't Shut Up

10. You've Got Cancer

11. We Just Disagree

12. Hungry Hungry Hippos

13. You Are an Interior Decorator

14. Pottery's Gay

15. Rich Goyette Is Gay

16. Branscombe Richmond

17. You Live in Allston

18. You Are a Food Critic

19. Just the Two of Us

20. Your Band's in the Cut-Out Bin

21. You're Gay

22. You Look Adopted

23. Your Cousin Is George Lynch

24. You Have Goals

25. You Drive an Iroc

26. You Play on a Softball Team

27. Because You're Old

28. You Sell Cologne

29. Being a Cobbler Is Dumb

30. You Live in a Houseboat

31. Richard Butler

32. 311 Sucks

33. Your Kid Is Deformed

34. You Are an Orphan

35. You're Old (F--k You)

36. You Go to Art School

37. You're Best Friend Is You

38. You're in a Coma

39. Windchimes Are Gay

40. No, We Don't Want to Do a Split Seven Inch With Your Stupid F--king Band

41. René Auberjonois

42. Internet Is Gay

43. Ha Ha, Your Wife Left You

44. Hootie and the Blowfish

45. You Went to See Dishwalla and Everclear (You're Gay)

46. Locking Drop Dead in McDonalds

47. Technology's Gay

48. Your Favorite Band Is Supertramp

49. I'm in A.C.

50. You (Fill in the Blank)

51. Kyle from Incantation Has a Mustache

52. Bonus Track No. 3

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Ween: Piss up a rope

 

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV

And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me

She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes

Yells at my buddies and insults my folks

I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that I can

She's got time for the dog and none for her man

And I'm no dope, but I can't cope

So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope

 

You can piss up a rope

And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'

Pack your bag, I don't need the ag

On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'

You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle

Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle

And I can't cope -- piss up a rope

 

Uh, you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble

You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle

For the last 6 months I been packin' your bag

You can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag

Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk

I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk

And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope

So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope

 

You can piss up a rope

And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'

Pack your bag, I don't need the ag

On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'

You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle

Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle

And I can't cope -- piss up a rope

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  • 2 weeks later...

You think your a man but your only a boy,

You think your a man but your only a toy,

You think your a man but you just couldn't see,

You Weren't man enough to satisfy me.

 

 

By the Vaselines.

 

Those are the only lines in the song, but it goes on for like 6 minutes, and has a really catchy beat. I love it when I'm feeling scorned.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Elliott Smith:

Christian Brother.

 

no bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around

christian brothers gonna take him down

but it can't help me get over

don't be cross it's sick what I want

i've seen the boss blink on and off

fake concerns is what's the matter, man

and you think I ought to shake your motherfucking hand

well I know how much you care

don't be cross it's sick what I want

i've seen the boss blink on and off

come here by me i want you here

nightmares become me it's so fucking clear

nightmares become me it's so fucking clear

 

Elliott Smith:

Southern Belle.

 

killing a southern belle is all you know how to do

that and give other people hell

it's what they expect from you too

but i wouldn't have you how you want

i don't wanna walk around

i don't even want to breathe

i live in a southern town

where all you can do is grit yr teeth

but i wouldn't have you how you want

how come you're not ashamed of what you are?

and sorry that you're the one she got?

ain't nobody looking now

nobody nothing's said

no one's about to shout

nobody's seen red

but i wouldn't have you how you want

you're killing a southern belle

killing a southern belle

killing a southern belle

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so i want to kill this waitress

she's worked her a year longer than i

if i did it fast you know that's an act of kindness

 

but i believe in peace

i believe in peace, bitch

i believe in peace

 

i want to kill this waitress

i can't believe this violence in mind

and is her power all in her club sandwich

 

but i believe in peace

i believe in peace, bitch

i believe in peace

 

i want to kill this killing wish

they're too many stars and not enough sky

boys all think she's living kindness

ask a fellow waitress

ask a fellow waitress

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  • 8 months later...

From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear

In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place

At the table of your love I got the brush off

At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race

 

I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience

In the theater of your love I lost my part

And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience

I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

 

In the garbage disposal of you dreams I’ve been ground up dear

On the river of your plans I’m up the creek

Up the elevator of your future I’ve been shafted

On the calendar of your events I’m last week

 

I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience

In the theater of your love I lost my part

And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience

I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

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  • 3 months later...

A Little Bitter Song Lyrics

 

Artist/Band: Alice In Chains

 

How the mind does shout for rest

When the bodies shaken, yeah

Oh the tightness in my chest

Still your leaves I'm raking

 

Lord is this a test

Was it fun creating, yeah?

My god's a little sick

And he wants me crazy

 

Who

Are you

Who can say

It's ok to live through me?

 

Live to be

Part of me

You're a wrinkled magazine

Yeah

 

Was it something that I said?

Was it how they're breaking, yeah

I'm so selfish, paying your rent

While your blood I'm taking

 

You

Spend me

Like a tree

Dirty dollar bills for leaves

Dark in a sea

Of my seeds

And the tears on which you feed

 

You feed

 

The body is a temple

A dormant alter

To where infantile men lie around

Itching and nibbling

For a small piece of sanity

Of which you can not give

 

Shit!

 

Individuality

Buying pennies with my soul

And a little Heaven spent

While the Hell I'm taking

 

Thieves

Parasites

Hide from life

You know they'll remember me

 

They are abhored

In self-worth

All that matters much to me

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Fight for all the Wrong Reasons - Nickelback

 

 

Well I wanted you

I wanted no one else

I thought it through

I got you to myself

You got off

Every time you got on to me

I got caught up

In favorable slavery

 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong?

 

I guess it wasn’t really right

I guess it wasn’t meant to be

It didn’t matter what they said

‘Cause we were good in bed

I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight

for all the wrong reasons

No, it didn’t matter what I tried

It’s just a little hard to leave

When you’re going down on me

I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight

for all the wrong reasons

 

Well you know my friends

Well they know your enemies

I’d pretend

Not to hear what they said to me

‘Cause I got off

Every time you got on to me

Was it wrong

To go along with insanity?

 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong?

 

I guess it wasn’t really right

I guess it wasn’t meant to be

It didn’t matter what they said

‘Cause we were good in bed

I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight

for all the wrong reasons

No, it didn’t matter what I tried

It’s just a little hard to leave

When you’re going down on me

I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight

for all the wrong reasons

 

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Figured You Out - Nickelback

 

like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favourite damn disease

 

And I love the places that we go

And I love the people that you know

And I love the way you can't say no

Too many long lines in a row

I love the powder on your nose

 

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

 

I like the freckles on your chest

And I like the way you like me best

And I like the way you're not impressed

While you put me to the test

I like the white stains on your dress

 

And I love the way you pass the check

And I love the good times that you wreck

And I love your lack of self-respect

While you passed out on the deck

I love my hands around your neck

 

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

(Why not before, you never tried)

(Gone for good, and this is it)

 

I like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favourite damn disease

 

And I hate the places that we go

And I hate the people that you know

And I hate the way you can't say no

Too many long lines in a row

I hate the powder on your nose

 

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

(Why not before, you never tried)

(Gone for good, and this is it)

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Nick Cave - Stagger Lee

 

It was back in '32 when times were hard

He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards

Stagger Lee

He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat

Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that

Stagger Lee

His woman threw him out in the ice and snow

And told him, "Never ever come back no more"

Stagger Lee

So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud

Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood

Stagger Lee

He said "Mr. Motherfucker, you know who I am?"

The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"

To Stagger Lee

He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see

I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"

Mr. Stagger Lee

Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way

And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day"

Mr Stagger Lee

Well those were the last words that the barkeep said

'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head

Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown

Was known to make more money than any bitch in town

She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt

Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt

With Stagger Lee

She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"

Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"

She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time.

Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"

Mr. Stagger Lee

"But there's something I have to say before you begin

You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,

Mr. Stagger Lee"

"I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass

And furthermore I'll fuck Billy in his motherfucking ass"

Said Stagger Lee

"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know

And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's

asshole"

Said Stagger Lee

Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be

That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"

Stagger Lee

"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees

And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead"

Said Stagger Lee

Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head

And Stag filled him full of lead

Oh yeah.

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Can't go wrong with Paul Westerberg's scathing attack on air-hostesses, The Replacements' "Waitress in the Sky"...

 

She don't wear no pants and she don't wear no tie

Always on the ball, she's always on strike

Struttin' up the aisle, big deal, you get to fly

You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

 

Paid my fare, don't wanna complain

You get to me, you're always outta champagne

Treat me like a bum, don't wear no tie

'cause you ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

 

And the sign says, "Thank you very much for not smoking";

My own sign says, "I'm sorry, I'm smokin'";

Don't treat me special, don't kiss my ass

Treat me like the way they treat 'em up in first class

 

Sanitation expert and a maintenance engineer

Garbage man, a janitor and you my dear

A real union flight attendant, my oh my

You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

 

Also, Ted Leo wrote a song about Republican Congressman Mike Ferguson, who was a classmate of his in college that's on the Ted Leo and The Pharmacists record "Hearts of Oak" called "The Annointed One"...

 

the annointed one - fathers favorite son

now we see, long before the race, you'd already won.

oh beautified, with the softest eyes,

these days I can't escape your face, do you remember mine?

oh, it haunts me.

ooh, what a fool I must have been.

we saw red, not green, when we were nineteen.

now something's different,

something happened, somewhere therebetween.

by the river bend,

did I misapprehend your sincerity

or is it that you have changed, friend?

oh, it haunts me.

ooh, how could I not have seen what you'd become?

but you fooled everyone.

lace curtains in our slum.

you are the annointed one.

Alright!

watching you grow with the pride of a friend,

kissing off school - there were rules to be bent.

knelt by your side through our crises of faith.

mine was on time, but for you it was already too late.

in the capitol, with your freezer full,

do you represent your district, or your daddy's will?

oh, it haunts me.

ooh, how could i not have seen what you'd become?

but you fooled everyone.

lace curtains in our slum.

you are the annointed one.

What have you become?

Ah! You fooled everyone.

Lace cutains in our slum.

You were the annointed one.

 

I'm guessing Tom DeLay doesn't have this one on his Ipod. :2T:

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Bloodhound Gang- You're Pretty, I'm Drunk

 

One Night Me And The Crew Hit The Road On A Mission

To Slurp Free Brew And Go Fuzzy Flounder Fishin'

Kayjees On The Hi-Fi And The Keg Was Bottomless

Until We Brought Skip O' Pot2mus

And Daddy's Gonna Get Some Probably Underage And Dumb

And Everybody Knows That The Daddy Eats His Young

Lupus In The Lavatory Making A Big Stink

Macing Up The Toilet Seat And Pooping In The Sink

M.S.G.¹S Tanked Up And Wizzin' In A Cup

Waiting For A Sprinkle Genie To Come And Drink It Up

Cause I'm The One Bottle Willy With The 12 Horse Ale

After That I Get Silly Like Soupy Sales

Now It's Midnight And I'm Completely Boofy Blitzed

A Six Of Shlitz And The Jew Brew Manischewitz

With My Beer-Tinted Glasses I'm Ready To Bitty Battle

I'm Hungry Like The Wolf But I'll End Up Tending Cattle

Cause You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

(You're Pretty When I'm Drunk)

[X4]

(And I'm Pretty Fuckin' Drunk)

Here She Comes, A Funky Fried Cutie

Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali Is Gonna Get Some Booty

Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie With A Speedy Delivery

You'd Think I Was A Ditch The Way This Chick Was Diggin' Me

But Maybe I Should Check And See If This Is Where I Wanna Be

Hey Lupus Is She Cute? Yea For A Pygmie

Aw! What Do You Know? You're Probably Going Home Alone

And It Wouldn't Be The First Time That I Gave A Dog A Bone

Plus Beauty, It's Only Skin Deep

It's In The Eye Of The Beholder And My Beholder's About To Tweak

I Could Tap That Barrel, In Fact I Know I Can

It's A Ménagé A Trois You And Me And Heineken

 

Cause You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

(You're Pretty When I'm Drunk) [X4]

 

Regrets I've Had A Few

First And Foremost I'd Like To Mention You

For The Sake Of Conversation We'll Call You The Brand New Heavy

Your A Mix Between An Ugnaut And Eugene Levy

You Can Call It Big-Boned, I Prefer To Call It Gut

Your Buddha Your Shamu Your Jabba The Fuckin' Hutt

You Had Harpoon Scars And Your Boobies Were Hairy

I Smelt Tuna Melt But I Wasn¹T Gonna Worry

It Was 3 A.M. And I Wasn't Gettin' Squat

So I Rolled You Up In Flour And Aimed It For The Wet Spot

I Was Buttering Rolls Like A Soup Kitchen Christian

Then It Hit Me Something Bit Me While My Little Rod Was Fishin'

I Was Deep Sea Fishing I Took A Fat Chance

But How Was I Supposed To Know That Jabberjaws

Lived In Your Pants

 

At That Junction I Came To Realize

That Only Frank Purdue Likes Thighs That Size

Fatty Fatty Boom Ba Latty I Gotta Lament

That You Were Not A Girl You Were An Experiment

Cause You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

 

(You're Pretty When I'm Drunk)

You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

 

And I'm pretty fucking drunk

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