Favorite "bad day trading song"...

Bad day song

Limp Bizkit

"Break Stuff"


Its just one of those days,
Where you don't want to wake up.
Everything is fucked,
Everybody sucks.
You don't really know why,
But you wanna justify,
Rippin someone's head off.
No human contact,
and if you interact,
your life is on contract.
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker,
It's just one of those days

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit,
I think you better quit, let the shit slip
Or youll be leaving with a fat lip.
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit,
I think you better quit, talking that shit.

Its just one of those days
Feeling like a freight train.
First one to complain,
Leaves with a bloodstain.
Damn right I'm a maniac,
You better watch your back,
Cause I'm fucking up your program.
And then your stuck up,
You just lucked up,
Next in line to get fucked up.
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker,
It's just one of those days

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit,
I think you better quit, let the shit slip
Or youll be leaving with a fat lip.
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit,
I think you better quit, talking that shit.
Ohh, so come and get it.

I feel like shit,
My suggestion..is to keep your distance.
Cause right now im dangerous.
We've all felt like shit,
And been treated like shit.
All those motherfuckers,
That wanna step up,
I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw.
I'll skin your ass raw,
And if my day keeps going this way, I just might
Break something tonight

I pack a chainsaw.
I'll skin your ass raw,
And if my day keeps going this way, I just might
Break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw.
I'll skin your ass raw,
And if my day keeps going this way, I just might
Break your fucking face tonight.

Give me something free. (x2)
Just give me something free.
I got your fucking face.

I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw.
WHAT!
A chainsaw.
WHAT!
A motherfucking chainsaw.
WHAT!

So come and get it.

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit,
I think you better quit, let the shit slip
Or youll be leaving with a fat lip.
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit,
I think you better quit, talking that shit.
Ohh, so come and get it.
 
Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit



Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
 
i don't have a losing day song, but on many good days i play dub music (instrumental experimental reggae with some mc'ing). it's my soundtrack to paradise.
 
Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the sterling crumble

You need a yen to make mark
If vou wanna make money
You'll need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be a Getty
Rothschild

You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums

They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can you spare a dime
But you ain't got the time
Doin' the
Doin' the

Oh Howard Hughes, did your money make you better
Are you waiting for the hour when you can screw me
'Cause you're big enough

To do the Wall Street shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you'd sell your mother
You can't buy another
Doin' the
Doin' the

You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you're living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing

On Wall Street
 
1 X 1 Widespread Panic!

>>>

Those faceless spirits on the bridge out on Clear Creek
Do you remember when disaster struck that night
Yeah those white lines disappear without a warning
As the unsuspecting moon to the tide


One by one as they go down
Sugar man drags you round
Yeah one by one they'll drag them on down


Yeah the Joneses took took that last turn a bit too fast
They went spinnin off the highway to the ground
And as the water started to rise above their necks
Yeah that old man dropped his candy


One by one as they go down
Sugar man drags you round
Yeah one by one they'll drag them on down


And there were screams fading out into silence
There were blue arms reaching hands out for the sky
Turned out they found an unannounced destination
At the bottom of Clear Creek that summer night


One by one as they go down
Sugar man drags you round
And if disaster strikes your town
They'll just break, that Sugar man's around
Yeah one by one they'll drag them on down




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