best "rock" (or whatever) couplet ever

Now all the politicians, they just flap their mouths
They say we'll build a wall to keep them out

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton,
Not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me
If I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather
They come out and blister the sea, oh yeah

I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine

Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubblegum
The sun is out and I want some

Caroline, Caroline, see she's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club trying to hurry up to get to some baller or singer or somebody like that and try to put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash, craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash into a ditch

I send my murdergram to all these monster kids
It comes right back to me and it's
Signed in there daddies' blood

*their

To tell you that I think of you
Almost as much as you think of you

You were like a cloud, yes you were a flower
Then you were a lime, now our love is sour

You, and your masculine you
Forever benched, sitting by the dirty window

We speaks about travel, yeah we think about the land
We smart like all peoples, feeling real tan
I could take you places, do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces, make revision to a dream while you wait in the van

is it ever appealing
to stand on the ceiling?

You're having tea with Graham Greene
In a coloured costume of your choice

A cigarette to brand a baby's arm
A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm

Two couplets:

And you're a dumb fuck, you fucking idiot
And you're a dumb fuck, you fucking piece of shit.

And you're a dumb fuck, you fucking loser
And you're a dumb fuck, you stupid fucking kid.

He took her hand
They took the floor
She was his all time favourite dancer
Smile lopsidedly
Decidedly
Awkward
He asked her
Take my hand
Take me and
I'll take my cue
Ain't you guessed by now
I dote on you

all men would writhe
beneath his scythe

Warm beer and cold women, no I just don't fit in
Every joint I stumble into tonight, that's just how it's been

My love's a laboratory, I set all my pets free
So baby, you should sleep with me

But they caught him with his case in a public place
That is what we had feared

He whistles and he runs, so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead man,
You cannot leave.

Some folks itt (flappy bird) totally stretching the definition of "couplet"

The buzz that you be gettin' from the crack don't last
I'd rather be OD'in on the crack of her ass

Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat

like a game of pick-up sticks/played by fucking lunatics

And now its ten years on, she's living with a plutocrat
"I'm swapping millionaires for billionaires" was writ large on the mat

And William called and tried to tell me that his sister's boyfriend has just died
He's not sure what to do and I'm not sure what to tell him he should do.

Sometimes, William, we're just screwed.

She was just 17
You know what I mean

are we going with rhyming couplets as a rule? i think the above^ might be the best, or the other Beatles couplet i posted at the top of the thread. i was just posting every Paul Banks lyric i could think of last night

i'm long since dead and i live in hell
she's the only girl that i loved well
we were raised together and together we fell

Hold on tight for the show
(Are you felling alright)
Leave me here let me go
(Can I get you a light)

Something’s coming down love
Frosted pictures disappear
Can you take the time to drop me off
And pick me up when we’re clear

I said love you’ve got it
Come on come on come on
Baby you’ve got it now

Can you breathe and is it clear
Have all your worries disappeared
Are you warm and snuggled tight
Before the cold wind starts to bite

I’m tomorrow’s ghostwriter
expect to see me at your door
And with my typewriter
I’ll make you money and then more

Let me break the ice by announcing, Mr Potts’ discovery
While painting in a fountain, he came across a symphony

I’ve finally realised, I’ve opened my mind up to the fact
The way I really live is just a put on it’s only an act

I feel tomorrow is yesterday there’s no escape for me today tell me, I don’t know
You always brushing your long blonde hair making waves in the air tell me, I don’t know

Sometimes I need to watch the snow falling lightly
Sometimes I need to know you’re here beside me
Streets that spoke to me before say nothing anymore
They speak to me from afar

And your room is in the air where there’s time to pull out all your hair
And the man who lives downstairs doesn’t smile at you but only glares

The Sun is rising but there’s no surprise
I see the learning in the girl’s eyes
The watchful maker sends his supernal guide
To watch for those who want to adore his might

I need a fast train on a smooth line
Gonna ride it into time
Bleed a cold sweat for a short while
But the feeling soon subsides

it's a glamour profession
the LA concession

jfc marty

She's vegetarian except when it comes to sex
She's strictly ad-lib except when it comes to text

If you do have me killed, put the fetus in a jar
So they throw me at the doctor when they shoot him in his car

Be careful with my balls
They're fragile like eggs
- Bob Marley

Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal