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I guess I should have known by the way you parked your car sideways that it wouldn't last.

Im going hunting

Angel dont you have some bagels in my oven

I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time

Let's get drugs
Let's get drugs
Let's get drugs
Let's get loaded

What is real?
I'm asking for a friend

A street kid gets arrested
Gonna do some time
He got out three years from now
Just to commit more crime

A businessman is caught
With twenty-four kilos
He's out on bail and out of jail
And that's the way it goes

My mind was called across the years of rages and of strife
And of all the human misery and all the waste of life
We wondered where our God was in the face of so much pain
And I looked up to the stars above to find you once again

It sure was nice of Jesus to take time away from ignoring ethnic cleansing genocide and famine bloated children, or regrowing limbs for landmine victims, to help you score that touchdown.

I am a man that's made of meat
You're on the internet looking at feet
I hate almost everything that I see
And I just wanna disappear

Love is careless in its choosing

Read my sig.

Pink Floyd-Childhoods end.

And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when you run
You missed the starting gun

I don't like your peaches
They are full of stones
I like bananas
Because they have no bones

Don't give me tomatoes
Can't stand ice cream cones
I like bananas
Because they have no bones

No matter where I go
With Susie, May, or Anna
I want the world to know
I must have my banana

Cabbages and onions
Hurt my singing tones
I like bananas
Because they have no bones

Ach, all the famous folksmen
Even the unknown
They like their bananas
'Cause they have nae ony bones

It's everybody's weakness
It might be your ain
Didn't ye like bananas?
'Cause they have nae ony banes

Man, there's something in bananas
That gives you that strange feeling
Naebody can resist them
They are sae appealin'! Hah!

The quintuplets' bairneage, man
Those healthy five Dionnes
They aw eat bananas
'Cause they have nae ony bones!

When the forest burns along the road
Like God's eyes in my headlights
When the dogs are looking for their bones
And it's raining icepicks on your steel shore

All around the country and coast to coast
People always say what do you like most?
I don't wanna brag I don't wanna boast
I always tell 'em I like toast

Yeah toast!
Yeah toast!

I get up in the morning 'bout six A. M
Have a little jelly have a little jam
Take a piece of bread put it in the slot
Push down the lever and the wires get hot
I get toast

Yeah toast!
Yeah toast!

Now there's no secret to toasting perfection
There's a dial on the side then you make your selection
Push to the dark or the light and then
If it pops too soon press down again
Make toast

Yeah toast!
Yeah toast!

When the first caveman drove in from the dregs
Didn't know what would go with the bacon and the eggs
Must've been a genius got it in his head
Plug the toaster in the wall buy a bag of bread make toast

Yeah toast!
Uh toast?

Oui monsieur bonjour croquette
Uh huh croissant et vous et ver
Maurice Chevalier Eiffel Tower
Oui Marie baguette bonsoir

French toast!
French toast!

Yeah toast!

Triplets born
The throne awaits
A seer warns
Of a deadly fate
Give up your children
Seperate
Bide your time
Lie in wait

Sonic Underground
Sonic Underground
They made a vow
Their mother will be found

The children grow
Learn what's right
Leaders of the freedom fight
They seek their mother
She knows they do
Is it time?
If she only knew
Will the prophecy come true?

Sonic Underground
Sonic Underground

[Queen Aleena]
"I long for my children
But I have to wait
To act too soon could seal their fate"

They made a vow
Their mother will be found
Sonic Underground!

I was thinking of another day
Thinking how I didn't see it coming
Ah, the gander and the hunter and the gatherer
Feel like a traveller from another planet

This being carried upwards into reason
Hey now now you say
It's gonna be OK

And the trees are green and overhanging
Featherlight free and everlasting
Hey now now you say
Don't get carried away

Now we're under the stars
Smoking cigars
On top of a motorcar
Hanging out
Like some kind of nebula
We

Want to be free

I pick you up late at night after work
I said "lady, step inside my Hyundai"
I'm gonna take you up to Glendale
Gonna take you for a real good meal

Mah gawd
Wut hav I dun

The last thing I looked at in this hand-mirror was a human arshole
Well, Helen's situation has really put all that in the shade now

A lost soul, a willing hand
A scapegoat, the sacrificial lamb
It's so cold, a one way scam
That takes hold, so devious the plan

But time, it will unravel and expose
Us for the fools we are

We pay no mind, we pay no mind at all
We must be blind, when will this ever stop?

When the last man falls
Who'll be the first to rise and call you out?
Who'll be the first to draw the line?

A tough kid who sometimes swallowed nails
Raised on prisoners aid
He killed a policeman when he was thirteen
And somehow it really impressed me
It's written all over my face

Its a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy

Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it

Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass
Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass
Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass

Animals think they're pretty smart
Shit on the ground, see in the dark

This Sick Beat

I'm such a lucky man, I try to be a stronger man,
I shed a tear or two but that don't make me a weaker man,
It's made me a better man,
I've given all I can,
To a world that sometimes thinks that I'm a lesser man

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all of his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumor going round
Gotta clear outta town
Smelling like a dry fish bone
In come the law
Gonna break down the door
Gonna carry me away once more
never, I never
I never want it anymore
gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, Stone cold crazy you know!

The internet is for porn

Except GameFAQs cuz no horny.

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Les misrables

He who fucks nuns later joins the church

One of my favourite songs:

[instrumental]

Go, go gadget dick

I'm afraid of the dark
'Specially when I'm in a park
And there's no one else around
Ooh, I get the shivers
I don't want to see a ghost
It's a sight that I fear most
I'd rather have a piece of toast
And watch the evening news

Lay me down where the trees bend low
Put me down where the greenery stings
I can hear them singin'
"To love me is to suffer me", and I believe it

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a Mustang
They drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle
They dangled flags and other rags along a colored thread of twine
They dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine
Someone went off muttering, he mentioned thirty pieces
Easter saw a slaughtering, each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
My thoughts returned to vengeance but I put up no resistance
Though it seemed a long way from my home, it really was no distance

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

DMC - Fuckingham Palace

And the trees are all kept equal by hatchet, axe, and saw!

The day is the wife whom I elude
The one to whom I should be right
Although forewarned by peers and kin
I always get into the night
Mother always warned me such
Being a nocturnal soul
Besides just being simply strange
Spawns from some illness of the mind

But the night
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me

You wanna go down, why not?
I be like Herbie and Hand-you-a-Cock
And tell you that my name is Ak'
Get on your knees, make like the breeze begin to blow
But don't give me no Ralph Lauren grin if you're not down to go low (Deep in my mouth)
I'm all about mouth-fuckin', only if you down for dick suckin'
If not, B.J. and the Bear...keep truckin'
And fuck chapsticks, I'm comin' ashy as hell with chapped dicks
For your chapped ass lips (Down in my mouth)
Creamin your teeth like dentists as I'm rubbin' them
With an erection like injections, fuck it, I be druggin' them
Numbing up your tonsils, like Anbesol anesthetic
Cummin' down your throat like chloraseptic (Take it out my mouth)
No time for apologing, girlfriend, if you, swallowin', garglin'
I'm givin' bitches permanent beards
Put your lips here and catch these damn facial hairs in your mouth

[Chorus: Kia Jeffries & Akinyele]
Put it in my mouth (Put it in your mouth)
I said my motherfuckin' mouth (I said your motherfuckin' mouth)

my sigs have all been song lyrics for the past several years

If youre searching the lines for a point, well, youve probably missed it
There was never anything there in the first place

Well, I wrote this song for the Christian youth
I wanna teach kids the Christian truth
If you wanna reach those kids on the street
Then you gotta do a rap to a hip-hop beat
So I gave my sermon an urban kick
My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger
That's 'cause Jesus Christ is my n****

I've never heard any of these songs. I suspect they are from the 90's on.

We're the Slipnuts
Slippin' on nuts
Clownin' around
And slippin' on nuts