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Drunk DriverTonight's a beautiful night to die. Tonight I wouldn't mind meeting my demise Because of neighbors who didn't listen And cops who couldn't care. Because of friends who can't take care of me And rookie paramedics Who are useless; they just stare. You can't blame them I must be a sight to see With my head caved in And my fluids on the street. You can't blame them I guess they couldn't have saved me. Don't nest yourself in this empty chest cavity It'll take a toll on your vanity And leave my ghost feeling oh-so guilty No please, don't blame themDrunk Driver
by ~Morphing-Time
The ConspiracySame old television; The channels are all the same. As if our entertainment Is lost in a watery grave. If you try to turn off the screen It will static and whine and screech So we leave it on all day And each day it is the same The people on the screen Are all watching their TVs Even though all their channel's Are the sameThe Conspiracy
One night I sat there, lonely All alone in front of the eerie-lighted machine Then something happened The machine started talking to me. "Your life is a lie. You're smaller than you think." And then the TV scre
by ~Morphing-Time
SpacemanThis traveling spaceman Who's covered in oozing rancid sores Walks as if he's been there; As if he's seen it all before. But he's trembling in his suit He's lost that subtle sheen As if he were afraid As if he were afraid.Spaceman
by ~Morphing-Time
Where The Birds Go To DieWhere's a pigeon got left to go? Where does she fly? She swings over the great lake Where salt-crusted Nessy lies Flew in for a visit But she forgot: Nessy died Went for refuge in the cavern But the cavern caved in Good thing she still remembers How to nap under the wing Of her sweet mother hen When she leaves again Where will she go? Drop in on Paris? To watch the sun melt down the snow? Pit stop at Raleigh To see the corpses on display But to her dismay They all went away Tell me dear darling Where does she fly? SheWhere The Birds Go To Die
by ~Morphing-Time
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I am afraid that once I get to Heaven, God will sneeze and I won't know what to say.
God made men first. Then he had a better idea!
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I am afraid that once I get to Heaven, God will sneeze and I won't know what to say.
God made men first. Then he had a better idea!
Member of =SkyAndNatureClub and ~THEDABANDNERDCLUB
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