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you're going around playing
the victim now
but dont even begin feelin' I'm the one to blame
'cause you dug your own grave

after all of the fights and the lies
guess you're wanting to haunt me
but that won't work anymore...
oh no,
it's over.

cause if it wasn't for all of your torture I
wouldn't know how
to be this way now
and never back down.

so I want to say thank you.

cause it
makes me that much stronger,
makes me work a little bit harder,
makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter.

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• We Don't Go to God's House Anymore | Chumbawamba
  
  

Searcher08 wrote:

Canadian_watcher wrote:^ Allegro....
that made my day!!!!

^^^ Allegro....
that made my day too!!!!

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• Headless Waltz | Aurelio Voltaire
  
  
  LYRICS.
  As above, so below, place your bets
  Which way the head will roll
  Made in your image, we are at least
  As twisted and mean as thee
  'Fore your eyes, what a curious site
  Your children have turned on you
  And you say, you don't sleep well at night
  Well, we'll take care of that for you
  
  Belle Marie Antoinette
  Love the pearls
  They'll make a great tourniquet
  Never did as you should and you claim
  It was all for our very own good
  'Twas a lie, a magnificent lie
  Now, your subjects have turned on you
  And you claim you had lots on your mind
  Well, we'll take care of that for you
  
  Get that damn thing off her neck
  I'm the head of the board now I'm bored of her head
  Sharpen up the blade, boys.
  What are you waiting for?
  Here's where we all get ahead!
  Wipe that damn smile off your face
  Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
  Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for?
  Here's where we all get ahead!
  
  All my troubles, all my pain
  Stems from this thing that you call a "brain"
  Be my guest, sever me from the source of all my agony
  What a shame, I've forgotten my name
  Without the use of my brain and
  My, bet I'll sleep well tonight
  Without this head of mine
  
  Get this damn thing off my neck
  I'm the head of the board now I'm bored of my head
  Sharpen up the blade, boys
  What are you waiting for?
  Here's where we all get ahead!
  Wipe that damn smile off your face
  Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
  Sharpen up the blade, boys
  Bells are now tolling, soon heads will be rolling
  
  Please Sir, for me, Sir,
  Won't you see if you see, Sir?
  Oh dear, I dread
  I seem to have lost my head
  I think I left it about
  It fell to the ground
  And I kicked it around
  Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
  My bloody, fat, ugly head?
  Please Miss, for me, Sis,
  Won't you see if you see, Sis
  It's got black hair
  And it's kickin' about in the square
  I'm really not totally sure but
  I think that it might have rolled into the sewer.
  Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
  My bloody, fat, ugly head?

Pierre d'Achoppement wrote:

As an angry neurotic Catholic, I am very much liking this.

I like the Soviet Red Army Choir as well, especially when they go country. Apparently, Sixteen Tons was about Bela Lugosi's habit: