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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Greetings
[time] => 2003-05-14 23:25:00
[hometext] => A call-to-arms song about changing the evil ways of the world.
[bodytext] => Good evening everyone
Are you ready for some fun? Are you ready to take on the world? Are you ready for some cynics? Are you ready to be critics? Are you ready to take on the world? Cuz I’m ready to fight. I’m ready to go. I’m ready to lead So line up in a row. I’m ready to stand here And ready to scream. I’m ready to preach. I’m ready to gleam. I’m ready to be heard, You know what I mean? I’m ready to rock I’m ready to roll. I’m ready. Let’s get set Cuz it’s time to go! It’s time to go! I’m ready, my dear, To take on the Thames, To fight tooth and nail To tear off it’s limbs. I’m ready to shatter Big Ben and the Abbey. They’re getting too old And looking too shabby! I’m ready to graze On Stonehenge’s grave With late laser light show, And foam room. Let’s rave! I’m ready to topple That old Eiffel Tower To keep Freedommen From being so sour. I’m ready to kick out Leaning Tower’s cane. Though it won’t be leaning It will be the same. I’m ready to wreck Miss Liberty’s grin By taking my wrecker To Liberty’s chin. I’m ready to change you So listen up. Your world will be nothing Once I’ve torn it up. So please don’t abhor me If you hate the truth. I’m bound to die someday. I’ve nothing to lose. I may as well step up And take on the role That will push me above All your mortal controls. As Truth’s Harbinger I tell you, my men That Hell will come find you And own you again. So let’s take the cripples And beat them with canes! Is nothing here sacred? He should be in chains! Lay waste to the sewers And desecrate frogs! Here come the soldiers! Here come the mobs! Let’s make them all cripples And beat them with canes Cuz cripples are hopeless sans Lies they have laid And without that column To hold themselves up They start once again and Pull themselves up. And this time they’re honest And this time they’re true. And this time they honestly Like what they do. It’s time for a change! If you’re with me please yell! Cuz as the world is We’re all going to Hell! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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