The lyrics that come to mind are:

“Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom”

“Who Has To Know My Dirty Little Secret, Don’t Tell Anyone Or You’ll Be Just Another Regret”

And various parts of Dragostea Din Tei ( the Numa Numa song )

All of these thanks to my early days on the interwebs.

“You’ll never thrill the bold
Divisions in the sky
Of whom predestined you to always
Be the last in line” Winners - Deadsy

The end of a song. Fuck the corporate world biaaatch.

Life. Probably the biggest word I’ve ever said. That says a lot cause there’s a whole lotta words inside my head.

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.

“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?

Hey Pacman. What’s up?

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.

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

The complete lyrics hold up very well

“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”

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

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

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