the worst lyrics I've heard recently are from the Red House Painters. Found them awhile back through iTunes. They had a "folk artists, up and coming" section and I DL'ed this to give them a shot...Here's the masterwork:
I can't let you be, cause your beauty won't allow me
wrapped in white sheets,
like an angel from a bedtime story
and shut out what they say,
cause your friends are ****ed up anyway
and when they come around,
somehow they feel up and you feel down.
When we were kids, we hated things our parents did
we listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show
that's when friends were nice,
to think of them just makes you feel nice
the smell of grass in spring
and October leaves cover everything.
Have you forgotten how to love yourself? [x2]
I can't believe all the good things that you do for me
sat back in a chair like a princess from a faraway place
nobody's nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice
and shut out what they say;
they're too dumb to mean it anyway
When we were kids, we hated things our sisters did
backyard summer pools and Christmases were beautiful
and the sentiment of coloured mirrored ornaments
and the open drapes
look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Have you forgotten how to love yourself? [x6]
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