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[title] => You can't handle this truth Gutless MORTALS
[time] => 2009-11-06 11:24:06
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[bodytext] => If you hate my music I play like Hip Man Gord Stop the whiney excuses Yank out the power cord You don't have any spirit Complain about your king He kicks the sand into your face You never do a thing You won't face facts When reality attacks You run to a store Like shopping bulls to gore Millions of the weak minds Prop up the plastic king Illuminate the fakery And let his death toll ring Judge me not you slaves of gold You sentimental fools Run to local hardware stores And buy up all the tools Build yourself a spider hole Bring chocolate for the wait Soon the noose it beckons you Like Sadam & Hitlers' fate The aliens have probed your mom They infiltrate the schools They dress in scary costumes Those trick or treatin ghouls Pshycic people have an ace The pre-cogs have it too Contact your local charletin And ask them what to do New dimensions in your mind Comprehend your fate Expand the everafter For mortals its' too late [comments] => 0 [counter] => 136 [topic] => 19 [informant] => kleetas [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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