Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

 

And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away

 

On the corner, the jury's sleepless
We found your weakness,
and it's right outside your door,
Now testify,
now testify,
It's right outside your door

 

When the jazzman's testifyin',
a faithless man believes.
He can sing you into paradise,
or bring you to your knees.

 

I got no kicks against modern jazz,
unless they try and play it too darn fast
and change the beauty of the melody
until it sounds just like a symphony

 

Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

 

This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
Knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

 

Roll the old Chariot along

 

Swing low, sweet chariot.

 

I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away

 

Fly me to the moon, let me play beyond the stars.

 

You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show

 

Which pets are known to never show their claws?
Which pets are prone to hardly any flaws?
To which pets do the others tip their hats?
Naturellement! The aristocats!

 

The cat's in the kettle at the Peking Moon
The place where I eat every day about noon
It smells like chicken and it tastes like pork
But that's Garfield on my fork, man
That's Garfield on my fork

 

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.

 

Cat's in the cradle with the silver spoon

 

Silver and gold, silver and gold

 

I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear,
But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear,
The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
And all for the sake of my little nut tree.

Her dress was made of crimson, jet black was her hair,
She asked me for my nutmeg and my golden pear,
I said "So fair a princess never did I see,
I'll give you all the fruit from my little nut tree."

 

Little bird, little bird
In the cinnamon tree
Little bird, little bird
Do you sing for me?

 

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free,
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book,
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

 

It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right...beneath my skin

 

Paranoia
The destroyer

 

The times, they are a-changin'

 

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together