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2003-01-21, 12:43 PM
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Sing me a song, you're a singer
do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil The Devil is never a maker the less that you give, you're a taker So it's on and on and on, it's Heaven and Hell, oh well The lover of life's not a sinner The ending is just a beginner The closer you get to the meaning the sooner you'll know that you're dreaming So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell I can tell, fool, fool! Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion for every moment of truth, there's confusion in life Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer and it's on and on, on and on and on.... They say that life's a carousel Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well The world is full of Kings and Queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams It's Heaven and Hell, oh well And they'll tell you black is really white The moon is just the sun at night And when you walk in golden halls you get to keep the gold that falls It's Heaven and Hell, oh no! Fool, fool! You've got to bleed for the dancer! Fool, fool! Look for the answer! Fool, fool, fool! |
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2003-01-21, 12:52 PM
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Contributor Old War Horse
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That was my senior class song. Until the principle decided it was not appropriate.
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2003-01-21, 01:05 PM
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Ours was "Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits. It too met with similar censorship. Take a look at the lyrics and see if you can figure out why....
we walk the streets at night we go where eagles dare they pick up every movement they pick up every loser with jaded eyes and features you think they really care i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby, babe an omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby, babe let's test your threshold of pain let's see how long you last that hatpin in your retina unbosoms all your past with jaded eyes and features you think they really care let's go where eagles dare we'll go where eagles dare i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby, hey |
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2003-01-21, 03:40 PM
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Contributor PSU Staff
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Heaven & Hell are the best servers for T1.
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2003-01-21, 04:20 PM
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we are what we repeatedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. -aristotle |
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Sarcasm BTW. I'd think it be a duty to kill all of the "pop" singers.
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