Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying "keep on digging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find? When you're down in the pig mine You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? .....!.....!.....!.....! You gotta stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry.
I'll grant you the 'powerful', I'd even go so far as 'epic'... just not Bad-ass, I'm sorry.
I enjoy Mercury's singing, I feel I should point out. His lyrics, often, not-so-much. Then again, there are the classics...seems like the 'Greatest Hits' will keep me just fine, I don't necessarily wanna buy those albums.
the difference between a "crowd" and a "mob" is one push
"Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward, no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the crowd and they won't bring you down
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind We marvel after those who sought The wonders of the world, wonders of the world Wonders of the world they wrought
Live for yourself There's no one else more worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts Will only cry out for more
Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you I came to write this song"
"While in the streets of all our fears They reign supreme as orders go They are the last to have their say And last to know it doesn't matter how you try It doesn't matter what you say They always watch with hollow eyes To put you down they always find a way to criticise
The vultures fly high They circle over us all The vultures fly high I'll take your hand if you fall
All those who sheltered in their smile Are scattered here from yesterday And if the weak are left behind They have to pay and though you haven't much to give You know they take it, yours and mine Sometimes it looks as though we lose But then in time the finger points at them The next in line"
You want bad-ass 70's lyrics? Here's your bad-ass 70's lyrics:
Who can take a sunrise, Sprinkle it with dew Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two The candy man The candy man can The candy man can, cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
Who can take a rainbow, Wrap it in a sigh Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry-lemon pie The candy man The candy man can The candy man can, cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
The candy man makes everything he bakes Satisfying and delicious Talk about your childhood wishes You can even eat the dishes
Who can take tomorrow, Dip it in a dream Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream The candy man The candy man can The candy man can, 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
And the world tastes good Because the candy man thinks it should