best "rock" (or whatever) couplet ever

besides

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that've just begun

But I just had to look,
Having read the book.

like the phoenix coming back from the ashes
I know what's good but I know what trash is

heavy downbeat of one and the show began
london calling strike up the contraband

There are people in boats in the middle of the sea
Crying like Jews
Do you like tennis?

Live is short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot

It's a serious thing
When you mess with the wrong king

Yeah I'll give you cab fare home
You can even use my best cologne
Just don't be here in the morning when I wake up

I used to let the mic smoke
Now I pick it up and slam it to make sure it's broke

or something like that

Postpunk xman parked his forklift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinders wheel

I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build-up takes forever, but you never touch my cock

Music loud , women warm
Been kicked around since I was born

the drums march along at the clip of an IV drip
like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip, uh huh

She'll come back as fire and burn all the liars
Leave a blanket of ash on the ground

You know I'd pay a lot to cry to try to understand
A flower's still a flower crushed to dust inside my hand

oh help me mrs medleycott i don't know what to do
i've only got three bullets and there's four of mötley crüe

they had the best selection
they were poisoned with protection

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms

West Virginia
Mountain Mama

it's gone too far
inside this car

even hitler had a girlfriend
so why can't I

son im 30
i only went with your mother cos shes dirty

beat me to it

I saw you there, just standing there
And I thought I was only dreaming, yeah..

It's hard to celebrate
With a headache

Oh, oh I said, "I'm so happy I could die"
She said, "Drop dead, " then left with another guy

Or maybe:

'Cause you know you're the one and that that hasn't changed
Since you were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light
On the corner by sound exchange

Or maybe:

Now I guess I'll have to tell 'em
That I got no cerebellum

Or maybe:

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long

Or maybe:

I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah! oh yeah!

you put me on a pedestal
i put you on the pill

give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo

I've travelled round the world
I've seen so many things - why am I talking to you?

did you ever see Dallas from a DC-9 at night?
well Dallas is a jewel, oh yeah, Dallas is a beautiful sight

i have been around the world
looking for that woman / girl

it's kinda funny how bad these read. rock couplets r the ultimate 'guess you had to be there'

i probably didn't even say that right
and i really don't give a damn

but if you study the logistics and heuristics of the mystics you will find that their minds rarely move in a line
so it's much more realistic to abandon such ballistics and resign to be trapped on a leaf in the vine

mother, i've tried, please believe me: i'm doing the best that i can
i'm ashamed of the things i've been put through; i'm ashamed of the person i am

ain't no particular sign i'm more compatible with
i just want your extra time and your X X X kiss

The milk truck eased into my space
Somebody screamed somewhere

With these vulgar factions of the treble clef
I wish you luck with a capital F

Something
Something

AMANDA

Everybody rappin like it's a commercial
Actin like life is a big commercial

Post punk x man parked his forklift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinders wheel

i don't mind choppin wood
and i don't care if the money's no good

Widows face the future
Factories face the poor

I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye
Think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try

belligerent ghouls
run manchester schools

I've been high and I've been low
And I don't know where to go

I was walking around the flower show like a leper coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hairu p against the pink and purple wisteria

I'll make it sweet but short
When I pull out your life support

She hit town a rose in bloom
Smell the sweet, sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city no one cried
And in the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home
I say nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!

If you brought a big brown bag of them home,
I'd jump up and down and hope you'd toss me a carrot

Not from a canonically legendary song or anything, but:

We said “okay, we understand”
When backs were turned, we made plans

It's just my luck, I get hit by a car
While carrying a cake
Dripping cherries, onto the pavement
Bride and groom on my face

Yeeeah, straight from the top of my dome,
As I "rock, rock, rock, rock", rocka mik-a-phone

^^^ winner

his death won't even be still --
caroms over the landfill

Love the guy but tweedy is the last dude I’d expect to come across in this thread

O as the heavens shudder baby
I belong to you

The next four lines, too:

So is this what it's come to?
Am I cold or just a little bit warm?
Oh well
Give me an easy life and a peaceful death

I don't know, but I've been told
Jimmy Page is just too damn old

Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitán

«You look like you've been losin' sleep"
Said a stranger on a train
I fixed him with an ice cold stare
And said "I've been havin' those dreams again…»

Charlie, ferchrissakes, if you wanna know the truth of it
I don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone

favorite actor dennehy, favorite drink o'doul's
bears hawks sox bulls

No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow

Saw Adam and Eve
without their leaves

i'll never travel far
without a little Big Star

save my life, I'm going down for the last time
woman with the sweet lovin' better than a white line

i found an island in your arms, a country in your eyes?
arms are chains. eyes are lies

It's the nexus of the crisis
The origin of storms

Well, on the government website from the 21st March 2020
It said COVID-19 was no longer high risk

I live my life like a shot in the wind, if tomorrow don't come I know, I stole my share of fun for me
Cause I'm too fast, too rad, I'm going wasted when I go, the cost of freedom's never free

The backstage of your life
Is filled with props and lines you should have sung
The backstage of your life
Is filled with echoes of the ones you love

I'm the type of guy who doesn't have a type at all
I'm not dressed for this climate someone take me to the mall

if there's ever anyone else, i'll understand and kill him
and i'll overflow your every inlet, you will not cough and spit
you'll welcome me in
and i tell you with my tongue between your toes
if there's ever anyone else
don't let them do this

Oh, what an ordinary day
Take out the garbage, masturbate

When I saw mushroom head
I was born and I was dead

So let us not talk about the past
The descending voices when we dare
To fall in each other's arms
There is nothing to say about history

A sparkled shiny diner
Is a home fir wayward maga
Aghhhh

She tried to hit me with a mop,
And I can't stand it anymore.

otm

look it up in the bookmobile
look it up in the gun rack

god's up in heaven or not there at all
and down on the ground ain't too far to fall

I’ll never know
I’ll never know

rock rock til you drop
rock rock never stop

you opened my mail apart at the seams
Now you know I live beyond my means

Yes, my world's tumbling down, stone by stone to the ground
Please take out the garbage

No more dragging this wormy anus ‘round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace
I've severed my reeking gonads, fed them to your shrunken face

I'll see you around
every hollow has its favorite sound

Oohoohoohoohoohoohoohooh I’m a robot man
Oohoohoohoohoohoohoo I’m a loser

sir kenneth clark
sir kenneth clark

And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the tree

some hills are never seen
the universe is expanding

Or is it in his face? – Oh no, it's just his charm
In his warm embrace? – Oh no, that's just his arm

^Good one!

Try to imagine another planet
Another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do matters

And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the trees

the charm/arm couplet has always impressed me. i recently got a girl-group comp that has that on it and I'd been struck again by its brilliance just this week!

Every thousand years
This metal sphere
Ten times the size of Jupiter
Floats just a few yards past the Earth
You climb on your roof
And take a swipe at it
With a single feather
Hit it once every thousand years
'Til you've worn it down
To the size of a pea
Yeah, I'd say that's a long time
But it's only half a blink
In the place you're gonna be

The tenderest girl
I get lost in the trees
And I pass like the breeze
'Cause I'm nothing you've haven't done before