Tuesday, December 19, 2006

i believe i can see the future 'cause i repeat the same routine

Burn It Like A Broken Home

They said don't ask
I said I won't tell
Even if the package
Sends me to hell

I eat whores
We've all been there
For at least a minute or two
We, wild boars,
Don't like much to share
So there ain't none for you

I just want wings
Bleeding them out my back
I can feel it
It'll come, someday...

I read the message. It was
"From the US with love",
Printed on a bomb that brings
death from above

Look away from the sea
Look away from the land
Look down at the blood
That drips from our hands

Hold out your arms
and love one another!

Fuck you, hippie.

I took on the entire Salvation Army
And now I own the world's largest franchise of garage sales

Welcome to America.
May I take your order?

Posted by Lando Commando @ 9:12 PM