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Streamjumper Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:58 pm
Tremble, oh ye mortals. Now come give homage to He Who Shall End All.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *cough*
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:49 pm
*runs* xd heart
Michael Jackson - Thriller (cut out the boring parts.)
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You're paralyzed
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight
You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind You're out of time
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight
Night creatures call The dead start to walk in their masquerade There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide) This is the end of your life
They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:04 pm
Bummer by Monster Magnet
You're looking for the one who ******** your mom It's not me It's not me
You're looking for the one who made you cry That's not me It's not me
If you wanna stuff your garbage in that hole Oh, baby I'm your man of the hour
You think the world's got the evil eye on you That's not true That's not true
The only one I see causing major pain Is just you It's just you
If you wanna spank your demons and make 'em pay Then baby I'm your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry when they don't greet the day with God
I know life's a bummer baby But that's got precious little to do with me
You think you've found the one most like yourself And that's me Yeah that's me
You're sure we've known each other all our lives That could be That could be
If you wanna spank your demons and make 'em pay Then baby I'm your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry, cry, cry when they don't greet the day with God
I know life's a bummer baby But that's got precious little to do with me I know life's a bummer baby But that's got nothing at all To do with me
I needed a small vacation So they put me on a train They called it "rehabilitation" Oh, but here I am again It's against my second nature Not to to chase you down that hole I need a fistful of medication Just to keep it in my pants
Ain't nothing like it
You're looking for the one who ******** your mom It's not me It's not me
You're looking for the one who made you cry It's not me That's not me
If you wanna spank your demons and make 'em pay Then baby I'm your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry, cry, cry when they don't greet the day with God
I know life's a bummer baby But that's got precious little to do with me I know life's a bummer baby But that's got damn nothing at all To do with me
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:25 pm
scream
Heavy Fuel - Dire Straights Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right cause if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel
My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks cause if you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel
My chick loves a man who's strong The things shell do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get we wrong Hey, thats why I wrote this song
I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car wont climb this hill Ill write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill cause if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel
Queen - Another One Bites the Dust Steve walks warily down the street, With the brim pulled way down low Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, Machine guns ready to go Are you ready, Are you ready for this Are you hanging on the edge of your seat Out of the doorway the bullets rip To the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust
How do you think I'm going to get along, Without you, when you're gone You took me for everything that I had, And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy, are you satisfied How long can you stand the heat Out of the doorway the bullets rip To the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust
There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man And bring him to the ground You can beat him You can cheat him You can treat him bad and leave him When he's down But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you I'm standing on my own two feet Out of the doorway the bullets rip Repeating the sound of the beat
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:08 pm
One More Drink
Enter the Haggis
Old john from his deathbed cried: "Think I will wait 'til tomorrow to die Sun is shining, birds do sing This, sir, is no day to go"
Up and out the door
Chorus: I've had a life that's full Everyone's been good to me So fire up that fiddle, boy And give me one last drink When the sun comes up I will leave without a fight But the world is mine tonight
Took young molly by the hand Spun her 'round and back again Clicked his heels, bowed his head Never a tear in his eye
Carried on 'til five
So raise a glass to the dear departed ones
Room was full of all his friends Never a funeral, this was the end Drank to all who lent their hand Everyone drank to john
I've had a life that's full Everyone's been good to me So fire up that fiddle, boy And give me one last drink When the sun comes up I will leave without a trace But the world is mine today
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 7:29 pm
Never Smile at a Crocodile Fred Penner
Never smile at a crocodile No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile Don't be taken in by his welcome grin He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin Never smile at a crocodile Never tip your hat and stop to talk awhile Never run, walk away, say good-night, not good-day Clear the aisle but never smile at Mister Crocodile You may very well be well bred Lots of etiquette in your head But there's always some special case, time or place To forget etiquette For instance: Never smile at a crocodile No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile Don't be taken in by his welcome grin He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin Never smile at a crocodile Never tip your hat and stop to talk awhile Never run, walk away, say good-night, not good-day Clear the aisle but never smile at Mister Crocodile.
Those Were The Good Old Days Damn Yankees Musical
Whenever I'm from time to time depressed And a trauma wells and swells Within my breast I find some pride deep inside of me And I fondly walk down the lane of memory I see Bonaparte A mean one if ever I've seen one And Nero fiddlin' thru that lovely blaze Antionette, dainty queen, with her quaint guillotine Ha ha ha ha Those were the good old days
I see Indians draggin' An empty covered wagon When scalping the settlers was the latest craze And that glorious morn, Jack the Ripper was born Ha ha ha ha Those were the good old days
I'd sit in my rockin' chair peacefully rockin' there Counting my blessings by the score The rack was in fashion, the plagues were my passion Each day held a new joy in store
Was anybody happy?
I see cannibals munchin' a missionary luncheon The years may have flown but the memory stays Like the hopes that were dashed when the stock market crashed Ha ha ha ha Those were the good old days
I'd walk a million miles or more For some of the gore Of those good Old Days!
(Here's a link to The Good Old Days. Ignore the FF7 content. Just listen to the song. It's the only thing I could find. emo )
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 1:10 pm
Crime of the Century - Supertramp
Now they're planning the crime of the century Well what will it be? Read all about their schemes and adventuring, It's well worth the fee, So roll up and see How they rape the universe How they've gone from bad to worse Who are these men of lust, greed and glory? Rip off the masks and let's see But that's not right-- oh no, what's the story? There's you and there's me
THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!!
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:55 pm
Skullcrusher Mountain
Welcome to my secret lair on Skullcrusher Mountain I hope that you’ve enjoyed your stay so far I see you’ve met my assistant Scarface His appearance is quite disturbing But I assure you he’s harmless enough He’s a sweetheart, calls me master And he has a way of finding pretty things and bringing them to me
I’m so into you But I’m way too smart for you Even my henchmen think I’m crazy I’m not surprised that you agree If you could find some way to be A little bit less afraid of me You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head Say I shouldn’t kill you yet
I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you But I get the feeling that you don’t like it What’s with all the screaming? You like monkeys, you like ponies Maybe you don’t like monsters so much Maybe I used too many monkeys Isn’t it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?
I’m so into you But I’m way too smart for you Even my henchmen think I’m crazy I’m not surprised that you agree If you could find some way to be A little bit less afraid of me You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head Say I shouldn’t kill you yet
Picture the two of us alone inside my golden submarine While up above the waves my doomsday squad ignites the atmosphere And all the fools who live their foolish lives may find it quite explosive But it won’t mean half as much to me if I don’t have you here
You know it isn’t easy living here on Skullcrusher Mountain Maybe you could cut me just a little slack Would it kill you to be civil? I’ve been patient, I’ve been gracious And this mountain is covered with wolves Hear them howling, my hungry children Maybe you should stay and have another drink and think about me and you
I’m so into you But I’m way too smart for you Even my henchmen think I’m crazy I’m not surprised that you agree If you could find some way to be A little bit less afraid of me You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head Say I shouldn’t kill you yet I shouldn’t kill you yet I shouldn’t kill you yet
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 6:14 pm
Well..only excerpts from the song because the rest is really graphic. sweatdrop
Return of da Baby Killer - Brotha Lynch Hung
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper ***** nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, ******** eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh? Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, *****! Now eat!
As I creep, picture every human that I seek Slabs of human meat Cause my kids gotta eat I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut Where niggas load nines, and ******** a slut *****, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time So catch me now before I do my next crime My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, *****
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