Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Jokes, artist - Ceschi.
Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Jokes |
He apologized to the folks in the back row who got splattered in blood at the |
last show |
He apologized for the spit and sweat that dripped off of his skin and his chest, |
but none the less |
He should have apologized for things that he never did when he should, |
and things that he did when he shouldn’t |
Of all those sins that gathered up to form a fifty foot dragon sleeping in a |
labyrinth inside of his brain cavity stagnant |
GG Allin threatened to blow out his brains on the stage, but when death day |
came it was quiet and tame |
And there’s the one about the girl in Berlin who jumped out a window when her |
people convinced her suicide was performance |
Bad jokes about bad people in bad bars make the bad worse and make the good |
crash cars |
So have you heard the one about the one man band? |
I heard he sang like an angel before he hanged |
So have you heard the one about the one man band, yes the one man band? |
Yeah, I heard it… |
But it’s too soon to laugh about his follies in the past |
About the way that he got fat and couldn’t keep it in his pants |
And I remember lies about five figure record deals |
Headlining bills and lines when he tried to convince me everything was real |
But it was a crying shame seeing him lye in pain after realizing the way he |
wasted time and again |
They dangled the prize in front of his tired eyes like arcade toy cranes with |
no claws to play |
He used to sing, «god damn another one of God’s bad jokes» |
When he stabs and pokes at her last hopes |
We were young once, we wrote songs about not giving a fuck, acting like we had |
some guts |
Laughing on a bar stool dumb, drunk, his one hand fiddled with some nuts while |
the other held the mug |
And every crease in his face was a fault line that looked like it had been |
drawn there at the beginning of time |
But he was only 45 when he died with no family left behind, just instruments |
and a mic |
And the story goes that he cried like a baby as he tied the noose waiting for |
someone to come and save him |