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Edited by
AndyBgood
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Mon 03/21/11 10:02 PM
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There's no kind of atmosphere,
I'm all alone, more or less, Let me fly far away from here, fun fun fun, in the sun sun sun, I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose, drinking fresh mango juice, gold fish shoals nibble at my toes, fun fun fun, in the sun sun sun... fun fun fun, in the sun sun sun... Help. I can't get this song out of my head! |
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I call out your god..
Till before me he stands... But dont send me Jesus... Hes only a man... MEAT SANDWHICH!!! |
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Crack in the egg the time is rite crack in the egg! Crack in my pipe! |
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The delivery room is as still as a tomb
I **** the child while still in your womb child now dead, you start to flubber **** your warm corpse with your child as a rubber |
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^^We've moved onto GWAR now
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Oh...O.K. My BAD!!!!!! 
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Oh...O.K. My BAD!!!!!!
it's cool u didn't totally lose your computer in the divorce |
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Welcome to Valhalla,
do not be afraid, Now you are a zombie, and all your friends are dead, It all gets rather naughty, when we get backstage, Everybody takes their clothes off, I hope you're underage. |
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Welcome once again to the bloody pit my friends
we're so glad you could attend come and die come and die |
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A
E I O U These are Satan's Vowels No No These are Gor Gor's Vowels! No No No No No No No Hey Hey Hey! |
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Innate seed to watch you bleed
a demanding physical need desecrated eviscerated time perpetuated blah blah blah Inert flesh a bloody tomb a decorated splatter brightens the room an execution a sadists ritual mad intervals of mind residuals |
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I at the time was a communist
Lived on a collective farm She was a part-time antichrist Our sex went off like a bomb Living the life of a terrorist Looking for the man Saddam, Who gave me a gun as Iran to the sun If you die like a dog then you are then you are Saddam They shall drown in their own blood! Hail Saddam a go-go! |
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Now my Bohabs!!!
When clouds of iron gather nigh, blackening the winter sky, Storms gather fury from the lake, best hurry home and refuge take, For soon the worst will come to pass, and ice will turn your routes to glass, While in the north the beast awakens, from his year long slumber taken, His howl the fury of the gales, with deadly curves that rarely fail, To send your autos into flight, through blizzard's curtain blinding white, See driving skills you lack with the, FLIGHT OF THE SKAJAQUADA |
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