Good Lyrics Hall of Fame

You're just saying that because you hate Latinos.

 

It's hard, it's intricate, flippin' it, isn't it?
Bars is infinite, so Ra deliver it far different
Part lyricist, part instrument
Start spittin' it the more articulate y'all rhythms get

Till every syllable you drop is pivotal
If it's not original, it's not as memorable
Ill lyrical till you so popular they sick of you
Pandemic, a threat level five, it's critical

Kill 'em off with a word like euthanasia
Till it spreads to the youth in Asia; in the booth we major
My music's monumental; I'm a mogul
You wanna make sense? I'ma show you

You gotta put that life in your lines
Make the deaf hear, sight to the blind
Make your flow tighter, brightest designs
So if a mic is your grind, then bitin's a crime
Especially if a ghost writer's writin' your rhymes

 

Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
Before my time but I've been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', that something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

 

God, how could I forget this one. I could do a whole thread on Silver Jews...

This is my favorite. Perhaps a bit cheesy, but I think it's brilliant:

Everybody wants perspective from a hill
but everybody's wants can't make it past the window sill
I can see you in yourt room at night
the pictures on your walls
little forest scenes and high school halloweens
but they don't come to you
they don't come to you at all

All houses dream in blueprints
our house dreams so hard
Outside you can see my shoeprints
I've been dreaming in your yard

One of these days these days will end
Thru the kitchen window the light will bend
You'll be carving a pumpkin with a knife
when someone at the table says
"that's not what I call a life!"

The elephants are so ashamed of their size
hosing down I tell them "you got pretty eyes"
Out in the backyard I used to make like I was a cowboy
I'd set my dog before a hoop and say "now boy, now boy!"

When the governer's heart fails
the state bird falls from its branch
Icicles on hell's higher hills
Meanwhile back home at the ranch
I still get up early in the morning
and I never knew a better place

I believe the stars are the headlights of angels
driving from heaven to save us
to save us
Won't you look at the sky?
They're driving from heaven into our eyes
and though final words are so hard to devise
I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes
your pretty eyes

 

Six pages in and we haven't pulled this song yet?

Money get back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack

Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that
Do goody good bullshit

I'm in the hi-fidelity
First class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly
But don't take a slice of my pie

Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil
Today

But if you ask for a rise
It's no surprise that they're
Giving none away
Away
Away
Away
Away...

 

My new philosophy on relationships, courtesy Wilco

Oh, I don't wanna know
Oh, I don't wanna know
Oh, I don't need to know everything about you

Oh, I don't wanna know
And you don't need to know that much about me