THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: TakingBackSunday on October 08, 2008, 07:12:05 PM
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There is a mountain of snow, up past the big glen
We have a castle enclosed, there is a fountain
Out of the fountain flows gold, into a huge hand
That hand is held by a bear who had a sick band
Of ghosts and cats
And pigs and bats
With brooms and bats
And wigs and rats
And play big dogs like queens and kings
And everyone plays drums and sings
About big sharks
Sharp swords
Beast bees
Bead lords
Sweet cakes
Maste lakes
O ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
:heartbeat :heartbeat :heartbeat
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pink batman
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Im not going to wake up today
Theyve pulled my plug the picture fades
And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave
The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays
Go to hell
As they bury me now six feet there my body lies
Still feel like Im giong down I hear a distant wailing cry
God something mustve gone wrong
And much too late I realize
Go to hell
I saw my funeral that day
I know who didnt show to mourn
My judgement was life in hell
Pillars of pain and thorns
My only friends the goat
With 666 between his horns
Go to hell
Place all your trust here in me
Rest assured these things I know
And as charon sails the sea
Your journey too shall end below
Ah yes youre all sitting ducks
Its true you reap what you sow
Go to hell
Now I lay me down to sleep
Blah, blah, blah my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Ill go to hell for heavens sake
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