some of the cheesiest lyrics ever written

but play this at a party on a saturday night.. the place will go crazy...just making a point that not every PJ/Vedder song has to be a poem that sounds like Maya Angelou (dont know any of her poems but she must be good right) 
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike
Hes down on his luck...its tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love
She says weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love - well give it a shot
Chorus:
Whooah, were half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and well make it - I swear
Livin on a prayer
Tommys got his six string in hock
Now hes holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, its tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday
Weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love - well give it a shot
Chorus
Weve got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when its all that youve got

Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike
Hes down on his luck...its tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love
She says weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love - well give it a shot
Chorus:
Whooah, were half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and well make it - I swear
Livin on a prayer
Tommys got his six string in hock
Now hes holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, its tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday
Weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love - well give it a shot
Chorus
Weve got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when its all that youve got
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1996: Ft Lauderdale
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I thought JBJ did?
I am sure Ed did the lyrics.. besides, just making a point... people are cranky on the board..
it will be wrapped in the FLAG and
carrying a CROSS.
Black Eyed Peas Have Officially Written The Worst Song Ever
"I've seen a million faces...And I've rocked them all"
That band makes me violently ill.
I think these are the worst:
"I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you"
it will be wrapped in the FLAG and
carrying a CROSS.
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Fuck eminem,and fuck gangsta rap. Sasha Cohen should have farted on him at the MTV awards.
A-fucking-men. The greatest evil PJ and the rest of the Seattle scene committed was somehow instilling in millions of mindless alternateen drones that all music had to have some deep political or social significance to be any good. These people need to learn to pull the sticks from their rectums and have a good time. And now, I'm off to rock this song in the shower:
Oh yeah
You wanna find it
C'mon yeah
I'm on a plane
With cocaine
And yes I'm all lit up again
Cough up love
And touch up
Your mama said packing lines is sin
And yes I'm all lit up again
On the couch, in my bed
And yes I'm all lit up again
Flyin'
I love the cocaine
I love the cocaine
Mama can't you wait yeah!
I'm on a train
And right on
You know the train is staying off the tracks
I'm in touch love
From this crutch
Well you at ten but money I'm on eleven
And yes I'm all lit up again
On the couch, in my bed
And yes I'm all lit up again
Flyin'
I love the cocaine
I love the cocaine
Mama can't you wait
Mama can't you wait
I love the cocaine
I love the cocaine
Mama can't you wait
Oh, can't you wait long
Crack the door for the curious girl
'Cause she's waiting, she's been waiting
Chop a line for the fiending man
'Cause he wants one
You know, you know you got to
Can you feel it, can you feel it tonight
Are you high love
Tell me are you ******* high
In the moment you are just so right
You're right love
Are you right love
And yes I'm all lit up again
On the couch, in my bed
And yes I'm all lit up again
Flyin'
I love the cocaine
I love the cocaine
Who the fuck is Arthus Digby Sellers?
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I think I've got you both beat:
I know just how to whisper,
And I know just how to cry;
I know just where to find the answers;
And I know just how to lie.
I know just how to fake it,
And I know just how to scheme;
I know just when to face the truth,
And then I know just when to dream.
And I know just where to touch you,
And I know just what to prove;
I know when to pull you closer,
And I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading,
And I know that times gonna fly;
And Im never gonna tell you everything
Ive got to tell you,
But I know Ive got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches,
And I know the ways to fame;
I know all the rules
And then I know how to break em
And I always know the name of the game.
But I dont know how to leave you,
And Ill never let you fall;
And I dont know how you do it,
Making love out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all.
Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair;
And every star in the sky is taking aim
At your eyes like a spotlight,
The beating of my heart is a drum, and its lost
And its looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
Ive got to follow it, cause everything I know, well its nothing till I give it to you.
I can make the run or stumble,
I can make the final block;
And I can make every tackle, at the sound of the whistle,
I can make all the stadiums rock.
I can make tonight forever,
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made,
And I can make all your demons be gone.
But Im never gonna make it without you,
Do you really want to see me crawl?
And Im never gonna make it like you do,
Making love out of nothing at all.
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
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