best "rock" (or whatever) couplet ever

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!

I knew we'd never write
Somehow that seemed alright

If you look carefully in the background of The Scream
The couple on the bridge are both Robson Green

ftw

Half man Half biscuit: OPO-line >>>>>>>> this thread

Suddenly a half-sucky summer song came over the spider ride speaker system
It sounded like the best thing I ever heard, I just wanted to sit down and listen

I drove my Cadillac to Vegas to satisfy my lust
Wheelin', dealin', left ol' Vegas on a Greyhound bus

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back

If you feel alive in a darkened room
Do you know the name of your solitude

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hollow screams

I got something to say
I killed a baby today

These lonely brothers on the radio
If that's a DJ I'm the pilgrim Mona Lisa

Your dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again

I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing too much
I can't climb out the way I fell in

she's got her toe in the cornhole
bleeding out in a snow cone

Fourth day, five day marathon.
We move like a parallelogram.

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

a miracle might point the way to solutions we're after
and avert our chronic impending disaster

Footsteps running 'cross the silver sand
Steps going down into tattoo land."

the comic book and me, just us
we caught the bus

Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff

Dusty frames that still arrive
Die in nineteen fifty-five

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

it's like we're at a Ponzi scam-inar:
-there's no escaping without a door prize
-they're operating at significant loss

Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for

I can dance like Sherlock Holmes
I can sing like Sherlock Holmes
But I can't be Sherlock Holmes

he took a ride on the new highway
a culvert down to the ducks and drakes

In the fragrance sweet of the evening air
I could leave this world quite without a care