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Termyn8or -> RE: Get it out of my head!!! (4/16/2007 2:59:48 PM)
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That 'It's a small world" is not going to cut it. I'm bringing out the big guns. Please note that this has a very haunting melody, with bizarre chorography.
The night is when they come,
Don't know where tehy're from,
Digest you as you live,
As you work and beg and give
Just like dreams of the night,
They can escape your sight
<With the tower watching,
<And the utmost caution
You're still not safe at night,
Still not safe at night
Dreams can be your friend,
The fun might never end,
Some that won't come true,
All because of you
Add up what you got,
It might be alot
<But all you really own,
<Is your flesh and bone
And everytthing you can't tell,
The things that just won't sell,
The things you know so well,
Your own personal hell
Careful what you say,
It happens every day,
If you don't use your head,
Might just wish you were dead
All falls into place,
Let nature take her pace
<But you can't do a thing,
<And you'll never bring
Sanity to our race,
Sanity to our race
The almighty buck is great,
Most wouldn't hesitate,
They never even think,
That they could be gone in a wink
<When fools rush in,
<They rarely win
And the bodies begin to smell,
And their voices go to hell,
And they make an evil noise,
Cause they made an awful choice.
An echo can be heard,
If you understand the word
<I don't mean religion,
<Obsessive precision
But the underlying theme,
The thought behind the scheme
You need not drop your head,
When speaking of the dead,
You need not walk on by,
When you hear a damsel's cry
<You'd be better off dead,
<Than to fill your head
With the people bullshit buys,
People bullshit buys
If you think you need not try,
And you never wonder why,
Don't wonder why there's pain,
It's pointless to explain
Shouldn't have to explain,
Why you'd do it all again
<Some can learn and grow,
<And come to know
The answer in the end,
The answer in the end,
The answer from within,
Is the answer in the end.
Recite that four to six times as needed to forget Jesus Christ Superstar. Eight to ten times to forget Jesus period, and twelve to fourteen times if you would like to be put into a straitjacket.
Y'know that is something, I almost wrote that on the fly. However it seems to be becoming more coherent, I see a meaning that I didn't really mean when I wrote it, but I will let it stand. But then maybe I did mean it.
T
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