(August 2, 2013 at 5:35 pm)HalcyonicTrust Wrote: Oh dearest pie, you're looking for a pie in the sky
if you go eat a whale
I'll find something to nail
Nail it hard! Nail it hard! Nail it hard like a jabber-doo dig!
Nail it hard! Nail it hard! Nail it hard like a jabber-doo dig!
Nail it hard! Nail it hard! Nail it hard like a jabber-doo DIG!!
If everybody wants to sit down, they can smell the pie and jump all around, fuck all those other guys, they are totally deadbeats, if we don't keep on dancing we'll get destroyed... or employed.
You want a job? You want a job? None to be found. You eat like a hound, I make leave like a tree, I dance all night until I'm so free it just has to be me.
This is getting pretty stale...
I'll find something to nail
Nail it hard! Nail it hard! Nail it hard like a jabber-doo dig!
Nail it hard! Nail it hard! Nail it hard like a jabber-doo dig!
Nail it hard! Nail it hard! Nail it hard like a jabber-doo DIG!!
So to all you clowns... sitting around, remember the hard times, and don't forget the good times, because if you're gonna keep coming, I'm gonna keep running and then spring onto your back....
Destroy the whales....
Crush the snails....
Evil bastard.
Not like me.
IF YOU WANT IT THEN
Destroy the whales....
Crush the snails....
Evil bastard.
Not like me.
So, keep on doing it then you fucking prick, before we all destroy the enviroment and eat like confounded pigs. Oh well, they can't sweat... so I say I sweat like a hog when I'm in a winter bog.... a swamp under the frozen ice... I'm quite nice.
SOOOOooo
Destroy the whales....
Crush the snails....
Evil bastard.
Not like me.
IF YOU WANT IT THEN
Destroy the whales....
Crush the snails....
Evil bastard.
Not like me.
Coming around and all gone, it's time to miss the pigs........
i might be able to salvage some ideas out of that
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
