“i just wanna get really high, smoke weed until i die”

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life

I know you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky

But why, why, why can’t it be, oh can’t it be mine?

Tequila!

“The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had” Mad World, Tears for Fears.

Stuck with me from when I listenerd originally.

too many to list really.
Top of my head:

To me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. When i go fishing for the words, i am wishing you would say to me, i’m really only praying that, the words you’ll soon be saying, like, betray the way you feel about me.

Hey Pacman. What’s up?

WE ALL JUST WANT TO FUCK!! - Tommy Rogers, Between the Buried and Me - The Primer.

And who the hell are you to tell me that I can’t leave my kid in the car?

Hey man, nice shot.

Working 9 to 5 What a way to make a livin’…

The complete lyrics hold up very well

Days, up and down they come Like rain on a congadrum Forget most, remember some But don’t turn none away. Everything is not enough And nothin’ is to much to bear. Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the getting there.

To live is to fly Low and high, So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes.

…

We all got holes to fill Them holes are all that’s real. Some fall on you like a storm, Sometimes you dig your own.

The choice is yours to make, Time is yours to take Some sail upondive into the sea, Some toil upon the stone.

To live is to fly Low and high, So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes

Townes Van Zandt

Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places, if you look at it right

You’ve come far

and though you’re far from the end,

You don’t mind where you are,

cause you know where you’ve been

“Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage”

&

“So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you could tell?
Did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here”

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don’t you call me, 'cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the company store

You can just replace company store with whatever capitalist institution owns you. 🫠