yertle-the-turtle
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yertle-the-turtle
ONE love, blood, life
Fields Of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."
By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."
By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
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yertle-the-turtle
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The status of our future in both past and present time,
is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine.
To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden
of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives,
and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored
for this company which sold it's soul to hell -
Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes
and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine.
Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell.
What goes around will come around and you'll know our pain too well.
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives,
and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored
for this company which sold it's soul to hell -
is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine.
To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden
of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives,
and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored
for this company which sold it's soul to hell -
Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes
and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine.
Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell.
What goes around will come around and you'll know our pain too well.
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives,
and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored
for this company which sold it's soul to hell -
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Good Rats
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?
Sure they crawl around and scurry,
yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time
just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
he rounded up his furry boys,
though some wore a frown
they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.
[Chorus:]
One, two, one-two-three-four!
Come on all you good rats
we'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!
Like mice behind a piper,
rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town.
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come,
they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
The rats were in a tizzy
addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy
they were never going home
like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank,
they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?
Sure they crawl around and scurry,
yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time
just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
he rounded up his furry boys,
though some wore a frown
they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.
[Chorus:]
One, two, one-two-three-four!
Come on all you good rats
we'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!
Like mice behind a piper,
rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town.
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come,
they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
The rats were in a tizzy
addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy
they were never going home
like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank,
they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!
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ONE love, blood, life
road of the righteous
Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life,
just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife,
he put a plug in his jug things looked up for sure
but the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure
chorus: I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous"
and a few have traveled "This Old Lonely Path"
I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous"
by God I'm sure we'll see some more "go there blessed way"
Hey it's gonna, take some foot work to get you on your way,
they'll be pit-falls and some cat-calls but hard you must persist,
cause life is so precious and we have only got one shot,
so if you move along and you stay God strong all the treasures will be got
chorus:
Now I say a man stand up one day and fight to save his life
Just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife,
he put a plug in his jug things looked up for sure
but the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure
Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life,
just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife,
he put a plug in his jug things looked up for sure
but the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure
chorus: I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous"
and a few have traveled "This Old Lonely Path"
I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous"
by God I'm sure we'll see some more "go there blessed way"
Hey it's gonna, take some foot work to get you on your way,
they'll be pit-falls and some cat-calls but hard you must persist,
cause life is so precious and we have only got one shot,
so if you move along and you stay God strong all the treasures will be got
chorus:
Now I say a man stand up one day and fight to save his life
Just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife,
he put a plug in his jug things looked up for sure
but the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure
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yertle-the-turtle
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"The Dirty Glass"
Murphy, Murphy darling dear I long for you now night and day.
Your pain was my pleasure your sorrow my joy I fear now I've lost you to health and good cheer.
Darcy when I met you i was 5 years too young, a boy beyond his age or so I'd tell someone.
Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care still I welcomed you with open arms my love I did share.
Darcy, Darcy darlin dear you left dying , crying there in whiskey ,
Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear.
You shut me off then you showed me the door.
But you always came crawlin back beggin me for more.
I showed you kindness a stool and a tab.
Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass.
Yeah you left him bloody battered penniless and poor.
You know I often stopped to wonder how he made through my door.
With my brothers new non-duplicate registry I.D.
Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.
Darcy Darcy darlin dear you left me dying crying there in whiskey
Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear.
You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last.
Oh I'm sure I wasn't honey I know all about your past.
Well listen to the big shot with his pager on call you spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall.
Yeah, you got him high but you left him low.
Mind your own business boy how was I to know that he was just a fiend and a no good cheat.
Well thats all in the past bitch cause now I got it beat.
Murphy, Murphy darling dear I long for you now night and day.
Your pain was my pleasure your sorrow my joy I fear now I've lost you to health and good cheer.
Darcy when I met you i was 5 years too young, a boy beyond his age or so I'd tell someone.
Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care still I welcomed you with open arms my love I did share.
Darcy, Darcy darlin dear you left dying , crying there in whiskey ,
Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear.
You shut me off then you showed me the door.
But you always came crawlin back beggin me for more.
I showed you kindness a stool and a tab.
Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass.
Yeah you left him bloody battered penniless and poor.
You know I often stopped to wonder how he made through my door.
With my brothers new non-duplicate registry I.D.
Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.
Darcy Darcy darlin dear you left me dying crying there in whiskey
Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear.
You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last.
Oh I'm sure I wasn't honey I know all about your past.
Well listen to the big shot with his pager on call you spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall.
Yeah, you got him high but you left him low.
Mind your own business boy how was I to know that he was just a fiend and a no good cheat.
Well thats all in the past bitch cause now I got it beat.
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ONE love, blood, life
"The Gauntlet"
Well I just got back from a break in the fight I was weighing in heavy but still feeling alright
all I hear in the distance mines and shells
here come the sirens wailing another attack to be repelled
do you think we're gonna make it?
I don't know unless we try
you could sit here scared to move or we could take them by surprise
it's submission that they want
it's surrender that they need
when we're doing it their way their aims will be achieved
They're gonna come when you're not ready
when you're not to well-prepared
they're gonna prey upon your weakness no man's soul is ever spared
you've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them
show them what it's all about this man is not for sale there will be no backing down
Stand up and fight and I'll stand up with you!
We shall succeed
They won't get me they won't get me
thought they never cease to try
they won't get me they won't get me
I would rather fight and die
they won't get me they won't get me
well my friend will they get you?
when they get you when they get
you tell me what are you gonna do?
Well I just got back from a break in the fight I was weighing in heavy but still feeling alright
all I hear in the distance mines and shells
here come the sirens wailing another attack to be repelled
do you think we're gonna make it?
I don't know unless we try
you could sit here scared to move or we could take them by surprise
it's submission that they want
it's surrender that they need
when we're doing it their way their aims will be achieved
They're gonna come when you're not ready
when you're not to well-prepared
they're gonna prey upon your weakness no man's soul is ever spared
you've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them
show them what it's all about this man is not for sale there will be no backing down
Stand up and fight and I'll stand up with you!
We shall succeed
They won't get me they won't get me
thought they never cease to try
they won't get me they won't get me
I would rather fight and die
they won't get me they won't get me
well my friend will they get you?
when they get you when they get
you tell me what are you gonna do?
'Forever'
Wash away,
All the lines on your face that show how you've aged
It's a long way down-
Your back's been broken you can't make the rounds
The tables are turned as the litany goes...
You're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt
On your knees
And pray to the maker that cause you the bleed
Chorus:
Turn back the hands on the clock
You're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work
Your hands to the bone on assembly lines
You've grown cold to the touch of the once that you love
Ignorance is something you can overcome
But you've passed it in down and that's something much worse
For a bitter young man...Is now taking the torch
Silent scorn-
You've taken it iut in the ones you adore
Incide rage-
They've left you before but they'll come back again
They'll pray for you with all their love
But this time your andifference just can't be excused
Forced armends-
Well it's something you die with but it goes on for them
Chorus
...For a bitter young man...Has now taken the torch...
Wash away,
All the lines on your face that show how you've aged
It's a long way down-
Your back's been broken you can't make the rounds
The tables are turned as the litany goes...
You're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt
On your knees
And pray to the maker that cause you the bleed
Chorus:
Turn back the hands on the clock
You're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work
Your hands to the bone on assembly lines
You've grown cold to the touch of the once that you love
Ignorance is something you can overcome
But you've passed it in down and that's something much worse
For a bitter young man...Is now taking the torch
Silent scorn-
You've taken it iut in the ones you adore
Incide rage-
They've left you before but they'll come back again
They'll pray for you with all their love
But this time your andifference just can't be excused
Forced armends-
Well it's something you die with but it goes on for them
Chorus
...For a bitter young man...Has now taken the torch...
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ONE love, blood, life
skinhead on the mbta
addicting!
Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day He put 10 cents in his pocket kicked his wife and family And went to ride on the M.B.T.A. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station and he changes For Jamaica Plain, the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel, skinhead (punches him in the brain) or (throws him right off the train. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Now all night long skinhead drives through the station Wondering who can I go and see Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea or a bundle in Roxbury. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead's wife goes to the Scully Square Station Everyday at quarter past two, and through the open window She hands skinhead a grenade as the train comes a rumbling through. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Now you citizens of Boston don't you think its a scandal How the skinhead stole the train What's the big fuckin' deal, he'll work for beer Let the skinhead drive the train. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. He's the skinhead who never returns. He's the skinhead who never returns.
addicting!
Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day He put 10 cents in his pocket kicked his wife and family And went to ride on the M.B.T.A. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station and he changes For Jamaica Plain, the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel, skinhead (punches him in the brain) or (throws him right off the train. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Now all night long skinhead drives through the station Wondering who can I go and see Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea or a bundle in Roxbury. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead's wife goes to the Scully Square Station Everyday at quarter past two, and through the open window She hands skinhead a grenade as the train comes a rumbling through. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Now you citizens of Boston don't you think its a scandal How the skinhead stole the train What's the big fuckin' deal, he'll work for beer Let the skinhead drive the train. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. He's the skinhead who never returns. He's the skinhead who never returns.
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yertle-the-turtle
ONE love, blood, life
do the dropkicks sound better with a big can of beer 
i wouldn't know. alcohol tastes like piss water to me.
not that i know how piss water tastes like, mind you. ah well. they sound good enough without drink, and that's good enough for me. but this is not an alcohol thread. this is a dropkick murphys thread. hell yeah.
i wouldn't know. alcohol tastes like piss water to me.
not that i know how piss water tastes like, mind you. ah well. they sound good enough without drink, and that's good enough for me. but this is not an alcohol thread. this is a dropkick murphys thread. hell yeah.
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HELL YES.
see sig.
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Caught In A Jar
Now there comes a day, in every man's life Where decisions have to be made: Whether to toil, Labor or just plain piss your days away, Away, Away! Got a funny feeling that my times are Caught in a jar... Madness and Insanity Have arrived... Know to Christ and everyone Else my times are caught in a jar Satan's Grin is bearing down on me Up in the morn, here comes the day, God knows I hate it this way when I'm in a casket Life, fighting the wife, neglecting the kids, spending Time on rediculous bids, the four walls Are closing in. Got a funny feeling that my times are Caught in a jar... Madness and Insanity Have arrived... Know to Christ and everyone Else my times are caught in a jar Satan's Grin is bearing down on me Still got a funny feeling that my times Are caught in a jar, madness and insanity Have arrived
Now there comes a day, in every man's life Where decisions have to be made: Whether to toil, Labor or just plain piss your days away, Away, Away! Got a funny feeling that my times are Caught in a jar... Madness and Insanity Have arrived... Know to Christ and everyone Else my times are caught in a jar Satan's Grin is bearing down on me Up in the morn, here comes the day, God knows I hate it this way when I'm in a casket Life, fighting the wife, neglecting the kids, spending Time on rediculous bids, the four walls Are closing in. Got a funny feeling that my times are Caught in a jar... Madness and Insanity Have arrived... Know to Christ and everyone Else my times are caught in a jar Satan's Grin is bearing down on me Still got a funny feeling that my times Are caught in a jar, madness and insanity Have arrived
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Barroom Hero
Face down in the gutter won't admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black, he's a big, strong man with a childs mind, Don't you take his booze away!
He's been at it for years drinkin' balls and beer he's a hero to most he meets but inside he cries black swollen eyes this man he sheds no tears Now his wife & kids sing a different tune as they worry about their daddy dyin but this arrogant fool breaks every rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills him
Chorus 2X
Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before the daylight shines but the thoughts and prayers of a millinon strong might keep this boy from dying
He's a legend in the bar with every scar fights a thousand bigger men, but now he fights and loses got all the bruises will someone please step in? Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart he keeps climbing back in to the ring In the low down circles where he holds his court this man he once was kind
Heroes from Our Past
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.
Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
that inspires men to stand up for their rights.
And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world
we can look back to these heroes of our past.
With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will,
no tyranny would quell them in their task.
It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message:
that time and tide waiteth for no man.
So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome,
it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled.
An in looking to the future,
we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all.
It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest.
It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.
[Chorus:]
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led
and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength
they cleared the way for the people of today
so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark
and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us
let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again
So the story has been told and it comes now to an end.
It's setting any era, any land.
When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small,
it inpires men to stand up for their rights.
Face down in the gutter won't admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black, he's a big, strong man with a childs mind, Don't you take his booze away!
He's been at it for years drinkin' balls and beer he's a hero to most he meets but inside he cries black swollen eyes this man he sheds no tears Now his wife & kids sing a different tune as they worry about their daddy dyin but this arrogant fool breaks every rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills him
Chorus 2X
Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before the daylight shines but the thoughts and prayers of a millinon strong might keep this boy from dying
He's a legend in the bar with every scar fights a thousand bigger men, but now he fights and loses got all the bruises will someone please step in? Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart he keeps climbing back in to the ring In the low down circles where he holds his court this man he once was kind
Heroes from Our Past
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.
Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
that inspires men to stand up for their rights.
And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world
we can look back to these heroes of our past.
With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will,
no tyranny would quell them in their task.
It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message:
that time and tide waiteth for no man.
So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome,
it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled.
An in looking to the future,
we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all.
It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest.
It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.
[Chorus:]
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led
and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength
they cleared the way for the people of today
so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark
and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us
let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again
So the story has been told and it comes now to an end.
It's setting any era, any land.
When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small,
it inpires men to stand up for their rights.
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one of my favourites off blackout:
Buried Alive
Nothing they could do but sit down there with the black coal all arou
nd them, and the water rose so quick and cold, an unlikely place to dr
own.
Nine in the mine, trapped down below- down, down, down in the ground
and this'll be the day I didn't kiss my wife goodbye, take care of my
family I'm buried alive
They held their heads up high as they struggled hard to breath
and asked the Lord to open his arms for the nine souls he'd receive
Nine in the mine...
They latched themselves together so in death they might be found
and prayed there for miracle some 24 stories down.
Nine in the mine...
Buried Alive
Nothing they could do but sit down there with the black coal all arou
nd them, and the water rose so quick and cold, an unlikely place to dr
own.
Nine in the mine, trapped down below- down, down, down in the ground
and this'll be the day I didn't kiss my wife goodbye, take care of my
family I'm buried alive
They held their heads up high as they struggled hard to breath
and asked the Lord to open his arms for the nine souls he'd receive
Nine in the mine...
They latched themselves together so in death they might be found
and prayed there for miracle some 24 stories down.
Nine in the mine...
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irish drinking song may or may not be DKM, by the way
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yertle-the-turtle
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dkm rule, don't they?
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fuck YES. they rule.
irish drinking song ain't them.
irish drinking song ain't them.
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by the way...they rule so much that i had to put al barr in my avatar 
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mofo, you kill me
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just a figurative statement
gotta watch what i say...certain types of stalkers and animals of death might take that seriously
gotta watch what i say...certain types of stalkers and animals of death might take that seriously
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i won't utter a single word
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will i be seeing you....in hell?
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down down down in the ground
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yertle-the-turtle
ONE love, blood, life
seems like the gang was all here
but i missed the party
but i missed the party
IWasBored
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hail hail
oh crap...i almost turned this into a pj thread
hail hail THE GANG'S ALL HERE
oh crap...i almost turned this into a pj thread
hail hail THE GANG'S ALL HERE
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