This is a sister Top 5 to this previous Top 5.
Top 5 Frank Morey songs that make you feel good about being bad.
(this time, with lyrics!)
5. "You're My Jesus"
I've heard the words "salvation" "sin"
I know the rules and broken seven of ten
Put your hand in my hand, tell me I'm a decent man
You're my Jesus, I'm your Magdelene
4. "Standing on a Corner (A Love Song)"
I was standing on a corner with a dealer and a whore
And I was drunk as I could be
When the whore kicked the kid, she jumped to her feet
She says, "honey, what do you need?"
I pull a pint from my pocket, she gave it a pull
She says "a good Catholic whiskey keep you warmer than wool"
I said "hey, hallelujah, how how how."
3. "Made in USA"
Head bowed, body bent
Jesus love don't pay the rent
I'll pray, but I won't repent
Made in USA
2. "Let It Roll"
Well my hairs turning white, but it ain't falling out
And my teeth are turning yellow and black
Old Doc Jones says I'm gonna die of
Pancreatic cancer or a heart attack
He said "Frank confess, you've been messing with death,
This is dead, we're talking about."
I say "don't worry Doc,
I'm gonna hustle and puff my way out."
Let it roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Take the good times when they come
Put down the whiskey, cocaine and guns
And let the good times roll
1. "Goin' Down Kickin'"
Well the Lord won't take me
And the Devil can't bake me
DT's couldn't shake me
And my heart wouldn't break me
I'm going down kickin, I'm going down kickin
I'm going down kickin, I'm going down kickin
And I'm gonna to step on everybody on my way down
I'm gonna scratch out an eyeball, leave it in the lost and the found
I'm gonna bite off an earlobe, gonna spit it to the sky
And I'm gonna rage, rage, rage against the dying of light
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3 comments:
rage against the dying of the light has always been a favorite line of mine.
Again, I point you people to Beth Hart, who sings one of my favorite "feel good about being bad" songs. From Broken and Ugly (and please forgive the shitty formatting... the comments column is narrow):
Me and my dog, we really get along
Yeah, she don't howl when I'm screamin' my songs
I cuss, I drink, I lie, I spit
Guess I don't really give a shit
Broken and ugly, yes I am.
But still I look good divin' in
And Mama, I'm runnin' again
Odelay...
Yeah, down in Alabama where I'm wanted in jail
I'm a little nervous in the Bible Belt
I'm broke, I smoked and passed out on the bar
Then I took all the money and your grandma's car (ha!)
Broken and ugly, yes I am
But still I look good divin' in
And Mama, I'm runnin' again
Odelay...
Do what you do
Say what you say
Don't waste no time on yesterdays
Cash in your ticket to ride
Don't let them talk you
Into walkin' into
No one else's shoes
Don't be no sucker in line
Broken and ugly, yes I am
But still I look good divin' in
And Mama, I'm runnin' again
Mama, I'm runnin' again
Mama, I did it again
Odelay...
Okay, so I got out of hand and posted the whole fucking song instead of an excerpt. Well, the punishment continues today. Behold, as I again spam the shit out of your blog with another of my favorite "feel good about being bad" songs, again by Beth Hart. From (more likely all of) Bottle of Jesus:
I got my wine and cigarettes
This twenty cents is all I got left
Don't bother me, I'm trying to swim
I guess I'll lay around all day
Sit back and smile, just fade away
A drunk yard dog is what I am
Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody's waiting to save me
I know my neighbors wish I'd die
I'm much too loud when I get high
I think I'll send around some pie
I'll spike that dish with a touch of herb
It'll numb the lips and sooth the nerves
I'll build my kingdom on the curb
Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody's waiting to save me
Be it rain or shine
I'll get a high like summertime
It's an all American party time
Tell that landlord man
I'll kick that bastard like a can
It's an all american party time
And I don't listen to rules or gospel
They're just tryin' to shut me up
Call me the master of ol' misfortune
A weasel weaselin' away
Dear Lord, hold the sight
Oh Lord, gonna set me free
Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody's waiting to save me...
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