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Love that song wilms :)
How Can Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel
She told me she loved me
Which means
She must be insane.
I’ve had my face dragged in
Fifteen miles of shi t
And i do not / and i do not
And i do not like it.So how can anybody say
They know how i feel?
The only one around here who is me
Is meThey said they respect me
Which means
Their judgment is crazy
Ive had my face dragged in
Fifteen miles of shi t
And i do not / and i do not
And i do not like it.So how can anybody say
They know how i feel?
When they are they
And only i am iHe says he wants to befriend me
Which means
He cant possibly know me
The voices of the real
And the imagined cry:
The future is passing you by
The future is passing you by.So how can anybody possibly think they
Know how i feel?Everybody look / see pain /walk away
And as for you in your uniform
Your smelly uniform
And so you think you can be rude to me
Because you wear a uniform
A smelly uniform
And so you think you can be rude to me.But even i / as sick as i am
I would never be you
Even i / as sick as i am
I would never be you
Even i / sick and depraved
A traveler to the grave
I would never be you:) shurrup and give us a snog
I mean song
:wink:
OK.. i love kittens as much as the next person but I am not a sentimentalist. I am a realist. The reality is, there are too many pets in this country whose owners do not look after them properly. One way of looking after your pets is to have them neutered. When there is a recession, pets suffer. The reality of too many unwanted animals is that they have to be put down. This lot of animals were saved, but there are still hundreds and thousands of unwanted animals out there.
Something far more stringent should be done to prevent people letting their animals produce offspring. If the majority of pets were neutered, the amount of unwanted animals would diminish.
Its elementary innit.
Its supposed to be a talent contest. The twins have about as much talent as two bog brushes. Danyl is a recalcitrant temper tantrum thrower with about as much charisma as dog food. The only one who shows any talent has a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.
Simon Cowell is good though. :D
Hmm… ok.. at the risk of appearing a bit dim… what the hell would a masonic lodge be doing wanting to have a party in a hospital? Unless, they worked there.
I just hate the Lobby. If people went to the rooms to talk instead of sitting in the doorway the conversation would flow better. Also, its easier for the Guide’s to get at the scrollers if they have to come into the rooms.
So, instead of having a Sort out JC group, you could just have a Go Into the Flipping Rooms group.
Or…. leave, thats always an option
Close it down
Move away from the PC
And tidy your sock drawer!:P
The Angel Gabriel cannot write.. he has to get other people to write stuff down! Don’t you know your religious texts?
hypocrites :D
Greenday – Jesus of Suburbia
Part I: Jesus Of Suburbia
I’m the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my
Sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away withAnd there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in meGet my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the Moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else’s cocaineAnd there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in mePart II: City of the Damned
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lieIt says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone’s heart
Doesn’t beat the same
It’s beating out of timeCity of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careI read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confessIt didn’t say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care lessCity of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to carePart III: I don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t care (4x)I don’t careeeeeee…..
Everyone’s so full of sh it
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbiaLand of make believe
And it don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe
And I don’t care! (5x)Part IV: Dearly beloved
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecureOh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that’s my best excusePart V: Tales of another broken home
To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find, what you believeAnd I leave behind
This hurricane of f u c king lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don’t exist
So I run, I run away
To the lights of masochists
And I, leave behind
This hurricane of f u c king lies
And I, walked this line
A million and one f u c king times
But not this timeI don’t feel any shame
I wont apologize
When there ain’t nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you’ve been victimized
Tales from another broken homeYou’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
Are you leaving home?OK… well, so far there are two followers of the new Dime religion. Who knows, in 2,000 years the Dime people may be having wars with the Curly Wurly tribes.
