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Post by Exu on Dec 9, 2008 3:36:55 GMT
You can’t escape what makes you tragic, you know. Vicious ’cause you want to be, Leaving time possessed to please you. What might have been was never the way you envisioned things, So difficult to stop pretending. What’s this to you anyway?
Turn down the voluptuous, Keeping close to me again. Hold back your virtues, You’re fearless in motion.
You found your way, so why keep asking me? Nothing common suits you, you live again in solitary. Look away for now, beautiful alone, Now who decides to settle down. Maybe nobody really cares, what’s this to you anyway?
Turn down the voluptuous, Keeping close to me again. Hold back your virtues, You’re fearless in motion.
Something dirty’s got you dear, Makes me want to be with you. Something painful’s with you dear, Makes me want to be with you.
You’re better off saying nothing, Wish for a happy ending. You’re better off saying nothing, Repent so all’s forgiven.
Something dirty’s got you dear, Makes me want to be with you. Something painful’s with you dear, Makes me want to be with you. Something dirty’s got you dear, Makes me want to be with you. Something painful’s with you dear, Makes me want to be with you. Something dirty’s got you dear, Makes me want to be with you. Something painful’s with you dear, Makes me want to be with you.
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Post by madhair60 on Dec 9, 2008 9:10:05 GMT
Orgy!?
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Post by Super Sonic on Dec 9, 2008 9:24:11 GMT
They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth I remember one Christmas morning A winters light and a distant choir And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell And their eyes full of tinsel and fire They sold me a dream of Christmas They sold me a Silent Night And they told me a fairy story 'Till I believed in the Israelite And I believed in Father Christmas And I looked at the sky with excited eyes 'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn And I saw him and through his disguise I wish you a hopeful Christmas I wish you a brave New Year All anguish pain and sadness Leave your heart and let your road be clear They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell The Christmas you get you deserve uk.youtube.com/watch?v=LRkOwp19n4k
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Post by Blizz on Dec 13, 2008 22:35:10 GMT
It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped two [censored]in' presents Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped two [censored]in' presents And I hate, hate, hate your guts, I hate, hate, hate your guts, And I'll never talk to you again, Unless your dad will suck me off I'll never talk to you again Unless your mom will touch my cock I'll never talk to you again Ejaculate into a sock I'll never talk to you again, I'll never talk to you again
It's Labor Day and my grandpa just ate seven [censored]in' hot dogs Labor Day and my grandpa just ate seven [censored]in' hot dogs And he [censored] [censored] [censored] his pants. He's always [censored]in' [censored]tin' his pants And I'll never talk to you again Unless your dad will suck me off I'll never talk to you again Unless your mom will touch my cock I'll never talk to you again Ejaculate into a sock I'll never talk to you again, I'll never talk to you again
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Dec 15, 2008 11:16:44 GMT
^ Oh Blink 182, you are so festive.
Good morning, ma'am, I've come to read your gas meter.
The wonderful dexterity of Hannu Mikkola Makes me want to shake hands with the whole of Finland BUT THE HORRIBLE SINCERITY OF MIRIAM STOPPARD MAKES ME WANT TO GO OUT AND COMMIT MASS MURDER
I went to Jane Scott for a genuine friend She was otherwise engaged so I looked round the bend I saw the words of nihilism rolling my way And now I live life in the bus lane Yeah, I live life in the bus lane
The halcyonic dynamo that lit up my childhood Made me feel secure on the roads in winter BUT THE NAUSEATING BASHFULNESS OF EARLY DIANA MADE ME WANT TO SET FIRE TO COMMEMORATIVE TEA TOWELS
I went across the road with a peach in my hand A hammer hit my head and I couldn't understand Behind me stood a maniac laughing at me He said, "I like to watch the adverts Yeah, I saw it in the adverts" OI
You go to Grandma's lair and smother her in custard A contribution to your portfolio And the very next morning, you take her into college And the teacher with the beard and the polio Says, "Well, yeah, it's got potential And it could well be essential But should be more dramatic, if you know what I mean"
Have you tuned in to Radio Dada Every Friday evening at six in the morning? Scan the airwaves of Radio Dada It goes something like this
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Post by Blizz on Dec 19, 2008 20:44:41 GMT
[SB] It happens each Decemberween Though some would say it doesn't, The best thing that you've ever seen! Even better than your hot cousin!
[Marzipan] Better than Deborah? [SB] Well, maybe not better than Deborah. Ooooh, Deborah...
I'm talkin' about a magic man Who defies the laws of physics! He turns Decemberween into Dethemberween! [SS] Tell us man, who is it?
[SB] He's the Dethemberween Thnikkaman And he'll make our dreams come true No, there ain't no beatin' that holiday feelin' When he says 'shut up' to you! ([Thnikkaman] Yeah, shut up kid!)
When the sun goes down he creeps into town And borrows your hedge clippers And while you're sleeping safe and sound He puts blank media in your slippers!
[Coach Z] It was 8-tracks in my day!
[SB] Sometimes he'll cold-call random kids With discount travel packages!
*phone rings* [Thnikkaman] (Gibberish) [SB] Las Vegas, for 20 dollars a night?? Thanks, Dethemberween Thnikkaman! [Thnikkaman] Yeah, shut up kid!
[Cowboy puppet] Yes, he's the Dethemberween Thnikkaman, Flying through the night in an unmarked van. You never know what he'll bring us When you hear those high-pitched singers! [Singers] Here comes the Dethemberween Thnikkaman!
[SB] 1, 2, 3! [Everyone] He's the Dethemberween Thnikkaman And he'll make our dreams come true ([Homestar] Doodle-oo, doodle-oo-doo!) No, there ain't no sealin' on that holiday feelin' When he says 'shut up' to yooooooou!
[Thnikkaman] Yeah, shut up, to one and all o' dang yall!
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Post by Samface on Dec 24, 2008 19:41:22 GMT
I dreamt that there were zombies right Outside my window Christmas night Hungry for some flesh to eat but I was hungry for a fight The living dead they walk the earth To bite on you and cripple me
Christmas night of the living dead My face is green and the snow is red
I'm breaking bones With my bare hands There's hundreds of them closing in I'm running out of ammo now I need to get the axe again To split some heads in two and bide The sea of bodies falling down Struggle to survive the Christmas Night when zombies came to town
Christmas night of the living dead My face is green and the snow is red
I greet them with a shotgun blast Straight to the head Bloody entrails, staring eyes Now I'm the living dead!
Christmas night of the living dead My face is green and the snow is red Christmas night of the living dead We won't rest until they're dead
I totally want to play House of the Dead 2 now...
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Post by The Shad on Dec 28, 2008 20:42:54 GMT
If I were you, I would take this as a sign Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly And I owe you, I know you more than anyone alive And I will not let go.
They will not remember this song No matter what we do we'll be wrong They will not remember this song No matter what we do we'll be wrong I can't seem to see the seal we're breaking I can't seem to see the seal we broke.
I refuse to recognize your views Someone shouted "Everything's for nothing" Somebody shouted, "All is lost!" But I can't buy that nonsense too.
Way back when the prophecies began Do you think they really had a master plan Or were they merely writing fables, stories? I don't know but it has occurred to me The punishment that they threaten constantly It's only real if they could just convince me.
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe we're going down
And the gears will spin and the sinners sin, but at least we'll give them hell And the righteous few will spit on you, so bid them all farewell We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe We're going down (Right?) (Right!)
So [censored] the flocks of sheep that keep amassing masses Asses being led so far astray And I won't claim to believe the things I read Black books or agenda magazine I'd rather see in shades of gray.
If I were you, I would take this as a sign Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly And I knew you when you were you Before they twisted all your views Before you came unglued.
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe Now everybody's telling taller tales And I don't know who to believe Ok, if your father really loves you more What about the other families?
Finally, I met a man with kindness in his eye and fire in his heart He said you'll never have to choose a side It's rewarding but oh, the road is hard....
They broke him wide open Like a dam and a cork that's holding everything inside You can play the role of rebel Just be sure to know your wrong from right.
I remember it was years ago You know I still count the days You and I had quite a ways to go I never once heard you complain.
And you said Don't crack, because you might not make it back And if you do you will be alone and you can't live like that Well I know when I'm wrong and I sure as hell ain't wrong this time We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe.
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Post by obsidian on Dec 28, 2008 22:45:38 GMT
Eclipsing violent centuries like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais, a warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc before she met with martyrdom in flames
Far from faerytale a deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail, beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was [censored] out of Hell
[censored] out of Hell
Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power let him on to the tainted gates of Babylon
Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith He fed the Devil children like the threw his mastiffs meat
Far from faerytale, the coffin and the nail Descending to the pale, under the spell Of alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was [censored] out of Hell
[censored] out of Hell
Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door
Demanding pleasures to replace, Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof
Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings wrre made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star
Far from faerytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under its spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was [censored] out of Hell
[censored] out of Hell
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Post by Super Sonic on Jan 1, 2009 12:40:44 GMT
Clutch - Wishbone
For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas, succotash and rudebagas. Then came turkey from the oven. Broke the wishbone. Covenants were sealed and set.
On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind.
Christmas Eve we ate at Aunty's. We had some ham glazed with honey. Rolled the Yule log on the fire. Threw the hambone to the dogs and went to bed.
On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind.
In the morning the weathercock was heard asking what he had learned of the Earth. "Is it a round place with deserts and oceans, housing as many winds as one might wish?" We were standing by the gate. He said, "Oh my, it's getting late!" Then he took off flying to the south with a black snake in his mouth.
You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end. You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end.
For St. Patrick's we had cabbage, corned beef stew, egg salad sandwich. Then came the whiskey from the basement. Danced all night into the dawn, then held our heads.
On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind.
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Post by Devo DrakeFox on Jan 1, 2009 19:19:16 GMT
You criticize my friends You criticize my ideas You criticize my lifestyle...
I'M FED UP CUZ ALL YOU EVAH DO IS CRITICIZE!!
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Post by obsidian on Jan 2, 2009 11:17:55 GMT
A new beginning, a fresh clean path Yet slightly curved and striving to come back The one you thought you were is gone A loss of faith, all bridges burned A strong commitment to return And find the place where it all began to... burn!
A failure, a disgrace You'll get yourself erased
A failure, a disgrace You'll get yourself erased
A failure, a disgrace You'll get yourself erased
An old replacement will not do Only fresh young meat will satisfy you The purist in you tells you to stay clean
Your conscience now removed with haste The stench of death reveals the taste So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced...
...The stench of DEATH reveals the taste! AN EMPTY SHELL IS ALL THAT REMAINS! SLOW! DEATH!
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Post by rj on Jan 8, 2009 23:43:40 GMT
there was a tropical storm out my window the cats were asleep and alive and she still loved me someone once told me the future is history and the past is still happening, and the present's a mystery but I didn't believe them, cause I don't believe anything whether I read it or see it on tv everything is far away, and i'm in my head all day and nothing is bothering me
it was raining as hard as this, as hard as it ever did but this is the future, and that was a funeral and it's typical, isn't it? to think of it as a catalyst the death of a loved one, like you're shot out of a cannon but I didn't feel that way, cause I don't feel anything unless I get to read it or rent the dvd everything is far away, and i'm in my head all day and nothing is bothering me
the golden age is gonna end before it starts i'm gonna make a million friends and then i'll throw them all away, just like the old ones see, i've got a vested interest in breaking hearts
i had all the answers right there in front of me but I spent all day sleeping and playing nintendo someone once told me the journey of a thousand miles it starts with just one thought in your head but I don't think I thought it, cause I never think at all i only read comic books and the words on the tv everything seems far away, but it's gonna be here one day the future's as tall as a tree but I wouldn't know it, cause I don't know anything and nothing is bothering me
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Post by Blizz on Jan 9, 2009 0:22:35 GMT
"Hello boys and girls! This is your old pal Stinky Wizzleteats! This is a song about a whale. NO! This is a song about being happy! That's right! It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy song!"
Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy joy!
"I don't think you're happy enough. That's right! I'll TEACH you to be happy! I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Now boys and girls, let's try it again!"
Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy joy!
"If'n you ain't the grand-daddy of all liars! The little critters of nature, they don't know they're ugly! That's very funny! A fly marrying a bumblebee! I TOLD YOU I'D SHOOT! BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME! WHY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME?!"
Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JOYYYYYYYYYY!
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Jan 13, 2009 19:07:09 GMT
Put away the vacuum cleaner You're a nagging [censored]ing wiener I don't want to dust leave it all to rust
[censored] you and your point of view I don't wanna tidy my room I got better things to do [censored] you, I won't tidy my room
Put away the duster feather Put away the shammy leather I'll get out of here fast Shove the duster up your arse
[censored] you and your point of view I don't wanna tidy my room I got better things to do [censored] you, I won't tidy my room
You try to tell me what to do I'll stick my middle finger up and say [censored] you Don't try to tell me what to do in my own room Don't come round here with that [censored]ing broom
[censored] you, I won't tidy my bedroom.
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Post by The Shad on Jan 16, 2009 11:18:49 GMT
I'm gonna tell you about my younger days when my health was good, But my mind was crazed By chemical interactions in my brain. Yes, I got high. You know it's true, But what I'm gonna relate to you Will keep you just like me from going insane.
Cuz you know Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Yes it's true.) Beer is good for you.
Yeah, keep off crack and speed and smoke. You'll just get dumber with every toke. Rocks in your head. No wonder its called "stoned". Your heart beats fast, eyes red as hell. The monkey just gets bigger till Your money, lungs and mind will all be broke
But you know Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Yes it's true.) Beer is good for you. Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Here's to you.) (Belch) Beer is good for you.
Dope carnivals inside your head can turn into freak shows instead Face every imagined horror known to you! Beautiful and exotic, paranoiac and psychotic. There's nothing left but sawdust when it's through.
Hey, don't feel bad and don't feel blue About all this jive I'm layin' on you. I'm just trying to make a point and make it clear. No, don't get angry. Don't lose hope Just because you can't use dope. You can always make a real good case of beer.
Cuz you know Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Yes it's true.) Beer is good for you. Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Here's to you.) (Belch) Beer is good for you.
Dark or light, it's brown as honey, worth its weight in gold or money Oh, baby, that beer is good for you! Gives your tongue a tingle and your mind a buzz And you wake up in the morning with a mouth full of fuzz. Oh, baby, that beer is good for you!
And you know Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Yes it's true.) (Belch) Beer is good for you.
Not as good as sex, but it's better than jail. Hookers cost, but so does bail. Oh, baby, that beer is cheaper, too. So, tell the man behind the bar, B-E-E-R! I'm telling you, beer is good for you!
And you know, Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Yes it's true.) Beer is good for you. Beer is good for you! (Beer is good for you.) Beer is good for you. (Here's to you.) (Belch) Beer is good for you.
I said that beer is, beer is, It's good for you! (Belch)
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Post by Blizz on Jan 16, 2009 13:30:59 GMT
White and black, the friendly bears of China White and black, they rarely reproduce What shall be done about these Chinese bears? What shall be done about these friendly bears?
DIE! THEY MUST DIE! The pandas must die! DIE! THEY MUST DIE! The pandas must die! Yayyyyy!
Why should we save them? What good do they do? Have you ever seen a panda, Do something good for you? They can't wear t-shirts, They can't bounce basketballs They can't walk tightropes, Over Niagara Falls.
DIE! THEY MUST DIE! The pandas must die! DIE! THEY MUST DIE! The pandas must die!
You fat [censored]!
All endangered species Leave endangered feces If you knew how bad they smelled You would gladly take their pelt If we kill them all We can have more parking lots We can have small couches Made of little ocelots
DIE! THEY MUST DIE! The pandas must die! DIE! THEY MUST DIE! The pandas must die!
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Post by Pete on Jan 24, 2009 15:52:36 GMT
They call me Cuban Pete, I'm the king of the Rumba beat, When I play the Maracas I go Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom
Yes, sir, I'm Cuban Pete I'm the craze, of my native street When I start to dance, everything goes Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom
The senorita's they sing, And then they swing with their lumbaro. It's very nice! So full of spice And when they dance and they bring a happy ring, They're a care-o, singing a song.... All the day long!
So if you like the beat, Take a lesson from Cuban Pete, And I'll teach you to Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom!
Si Senorita, I know that you would like to chicky boom chick. It's very nice! So full of spice! I place my hand on your hip and if you will just give me your hand, Then we shall try, Just you and I...AYE-AYE-AYE! So if you like the beat, Take a lesson from Cuban Pete, And I'll teach you to Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom!
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Post by Blizz on Jan 24, 2009 16:06:34 GMT
IN AMERICA!
I went down to the game shop and I saw Yugi Moto And he was all like 'IT'S TIME TO DUEL.' And I'm like 'IN AMERICA!'
Then Seto Kaiba comes up to me And he's all like 'screw the rules I have money!' And I'm like 'Yeah, IN AMERICA.'
So later I'm at Duelist Kingdom and Tristan comes up And he's all like 'my voice gives me super-' And I'm all like 'Yeah, IN AMERICA!'
'Cos this is MY United States of America! And this is MY United States of America! And this is MY United States of America!
And then it's 3 AM and I'm on the corner wearing an American flag on my head, This dude comes up and he's like 'ATTENTION DUELISTS.' And I'm like 'Yeah. IN AMERICA.'
Then I'm playing Dungeon Dicemonsters in the alley, Duke Devlin comes up and he's like 'hey, I thought I told you not-' And I'm like 'YEAH IN AMERICA!"
Then up comes Joey Wheeler and I'm like 'yo Joey, what's up?' And he's all like 'lemme guess. 'In America,' right?' And I'm like 'I wasn't gonna say that! ....In America.'
'Cos this is MY United States of America! And this is MY United States of America!
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Post by The Shad on Jan 27, 2009 19:08:24 GMT
Living on the edge
Fighting crime spinning webs
Swinging from the highest ledge
He can leap above our heads
ahhhhaaahhhaaah ahhhhaaahhhaaahaaahaah
Villans on the rise
And the city's victimzed
Looking up with no suprise
Arriving in the speed of time
ahhhhaaahhhaaah ahhhhaaahhhaaahaaahaah
SPECTACULAR SPECTACULAR
SPIDER-MAN
SPECTACULAR
SPECTACULAR
SPECTACULAR SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN
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Post by Blizz on Feb 8, 2009 21:59:45 GMT
"Ahh.... An afternoon alone with my favourite book: Broadway Musicals of the 1940s. No roommate to bother me. How could it get any better than this?" "Oh, hi Rod!" "Hi Nicky...." "Hey Rod, you'll never guess what happened to me on the subway this morning! This guy was smilin' at me and talkin' to me..." "Hmm. That's VERY interesting..." "He was being reeeeeal friendly! And I think he was comin' on to me! I think he might have thought I was gay!" *ahem* "So why are you telling me this? Hmm? Why should I care? I don't care. What'd you have for lunch today?" "Well, you don't have to get all defensive about it-" "I'M NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE! Why do I care about some gay guy you met, OK? I am TRYING to read!" "I didn't mean anything by it Rod, I just think it's something we should be able to talk about." "Well, I don't want to talk about it Nicky, this conversation is over." "Yeah but Rod, I -" "OVER!" *music starts* "Well, OK, but just so you know...."
If you were gay, That'd be OK, I mean 'cos hey, I'd like you anyway, ("Arrgh....") Because you see, If it were me I would feel free to say that I was gay But I'm not gay.
"Nicky, please, I am trying to read. ........WHAT?!"
If you were queer, ("Ugh, Nicky!") I'd still be here, ("Nicky, I am trying to read this book!") Year after year, ("Nicky!") Because you're dear to me ("AAGHH!") And I know that you ("What?") Would accept me too ("I would?") If I told you today, 'Hey, guess what, I'm gay!' But I'm not gay.
I'm happy just being with you ("High Button Shoes, Pal Joey...") So what should it matter to me What you do in bed with guys?
"Nicky, that is GROSS!" "No, it's not!"
If you were gay, ("Aaaargh...") I'd shout HOORAY! ("I am not listening!") And here I'd stay ("LA LA LA LA LA.") And I wouldn't get in your way. ("ARRGH!") You can count on me To always be Beside you every day To tell you it's okay, You were just born that way And as they say, it's in your DNA! You're gay!
"I AM NOT GAY!" "If you WERE gay." "AAAAAGH!"
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Feb 9, 2009 19:49:19 GMT
TROGDOOOOOOOR! TROGDOOOOOOOR!
Trogdor was a man He was a dragon man Maybe he was just a dragon But he was still TROGDOOOOOOOOR! TROGDOOOOOOOOR!
Burninating the countryside Burninating the peasants Burninating all the peoples in their THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES! THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!
And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIIIIIIIGHT
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Post by obsidian on Feb 9, 2009 19:56:31 GMT
The only cool thing about Scott Pilgrim is that the bloke who makes it has the same surname as my Mystikal master MK Ultra Blizzard Held down by an impenetrable penetration beacon light arc from the canadian dark shores of canadia wherein the pinetyrsun glistens upon the red pools of deadness, scathing satire from the blackened tongue from the whitened mouth of the tyrant, frolic in memory of days of slavery, retire, the only cool thing about Scott Pilgrim is that the bloke who makes it has the same surname as my Mystikal master MK Ultra Blizzard
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Post by Baxter on Feb 11, 2009 12:52:32 GMT
Since I was very young I've realised I never wanted to be human size So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams They just remind me of how small I am Because of this longing in my heart I'm gonna start, the growing art I'm gonna to grow now, and never stop Think like a mountain, grow to the top
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
With concentration My size increased And now I'm fourteen stories high (At least!) Empire State human Just a bored kid I'll go to Egypt to be A pyramid
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Brick by brick Stone by stone Growing 'till he's fully grown Brick by brick Stone by stone Growing 'till he's fully grown
Fetch more water! Fetch more sand! Biggest! person! in the land! Fetch more water! Fetch more sand! Biggest! person! in the land!
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Post by Badly-Drawn Manchild on Feb 11, 2009 13:47:53 GMT
The fix is in There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom The fix is in Can't wait to see how it upsets 'em
Too many times we've been postally pipped We've loaded the saddles, the mickeys are slipped We're swapping the turf for the sand and the surf and the sin 'Cause the fix... The fix is in
The fix is in The odds that I got were delicious The fix is in The jockey is cocky and vicious.
The redoubtable beast has had Pegasus pills We'll buy him the patch in the Tuscany hills And the vino de vici will flow like a river in spring Now the fix... The fix is in
The fix is in The snap of the steward's so candid The fix is in Yes, our pigeons have finally landed
The Donoghue sisters will meet us in France In penguins and pearls we'll drink and we'll dance 'Til the end of our days, 'cause it ain't left to chance that we win 'Cause the fix... The fix is in
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