I like hamburgers and whiskey and mowin my lawn,
I like marching bands and bbqs and little black thongs.
What would you expect?
There’s nothing to forget…
‘specially in a world where everyone’s provin ur wrong.
Why o why should anyone care,
when every1’s trying to pull out ur hair?
Why o why should anyone forgive,
when every1’s so picky just like a sieve?
The world’s full of people feigning innocence,
all in the name of popular common sense.
But when you ask’em, “Hey what about goodwill?”
All of’em have the same story to tell…
“The world’s whachu make of it regardless of what u see,
so you gotta work hard even though it’s not up to you or me.
Be happy! Be glad! Sorrow will get u no fame!
Just be one of the bunch, all and the same!”
So then I look at’em like there’s bugs crawlin out their eyes,
and I start wond’rin’ what made’em believe in such lies.
Such madness only happens when u fall for the disguise…
…of the manipulator who only tells u lies.
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TBC. I add a li’l bit to this whenever it catches my fancy. Gyah shit. The thing doesn’t retain the returns for formatting’s sake, so it just comes out like a brick of text. Hogwash…
BTW, if u could tell me how to get a new avatar pic, that would be great. I see a bunch of people usin the same ones like they’re from some sort of publicly available gallery, and I dunno where to find it so I feel a tadbit left out if u know wat I mean. :-\
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