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Best thread at MC? Between a post of fuzzygobo complaining about his vacuum and Any Del talking about chicken dumplings, some random person posts about a fundraiser for kittens, asking for donations but providing no link or specification... I love MC. 😍
 

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Sixteen years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
Was a long enough life for a soldier

We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history’s pages
And we brawled and we fought and we whored ‘til we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun
And that’s what you are when you’re soldiers

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell to his side, and that’s how he died
Clinging like kids to each other
And I lay in the mud, and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother, but she never came
Though it wasn’t my fault, and I wasn’t to blame
The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there’s nobody remembers our names
And that’s how it is for a soldier....​
 

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Dance your cares away, worries for another day
Let the music, down in fraggle rock
 

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Holy Wood
In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death



A: In The Shadow

GodEatGod

Dear God, do you wanna tear your knuckles down
And hold yourself?
Dear God, can you climb off that tree?
Meat in the shape of a 'T'

Dear God, the paper says
You were the King in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men
Can't put your head together again

Before the bullets, before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains


Dear God, your sky is as blue
As a gunshot wound
Dear God, if you were alive
You know we'd kill you

Before the bullets, before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains




The Love Song
The Bullet: Got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful

Got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way
Got love songs in my head, killing us away

The Father: Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government? (**** yeah!)

Got love songs in my head, killing us away
Got love songs in my head, killing us away

The Bullet: She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
Gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away

She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
An imitation Christ
Got love songs in my head, killing us away

The Father: Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?

Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government? (**** yeah!)

I got love songs in my head, killing us away
Got love songs in my head, killing us away
Got love songs in my head, killing us away

The Father: Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?

Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
God? (Yeah!)
The government? (**** yeah!)



The Fight Song
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask
You make your children breathe in to survive

But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a ****

And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds


FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that death was on sale today

And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds


But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a ****

The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of millions is a statistic

But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a ****
But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a ****

FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!



Disposable Teens
And I'm a black rainbow, and I'm an ape of God
I've got a face that's made for violence upon
And I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I wanna thank you Mom, I wanna thank you Dad
For bringing this ******* world to a bitter end
I never really hated the one true God
But the God of the people I hated

You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of ****


We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable

We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable

You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of ****


Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

The more that you fear us, the bigger we get
The more that you fear us, the bigger we get
And don't be surprised, don't be surprised
Don't be surprised when we destroy all of it

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of ****

You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of ****


We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable

We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable



D: The Androgyne

Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

Am I sorry your sky went black?
Put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorrow you killed the Kennedys and Huxley, too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat
And your apple's sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
And your crucifixion commercials failed

But I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song


Am I sorry just to be alive
Putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald
Pink and cocaine, too?

I'm sorry you never check
The bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
Sorry I saw priest being beaten and I made a wish

But I'm just pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song


Valley of Death, we are free
Your father's your prison, you see
Valley of Death, we are free
Your father's your prison, you see

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song


You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation

The president is dead, let us pray...



"President Dead"
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
(
Getting high on violence, baby)

President Dead is clueless
And he's caught in a headlight, police-state god
And his skull is stained glass

Incubated and jet set
The bitter thinkers buy their tickets
To go find God like a piggy in a fair

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
(
Getting high on violence, baby)

Give the pills time to work
We all can't be martyred in the
Winter of our discontent
(Getting high on violence, baby)

Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why
(Getting high on violence, baby)

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
(
Getting high on violence, baby)

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better



In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death
We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to ****
As fast as it can be

And I wish that I could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each other's ****
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded

I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman, death is the priest
Death is the stereo, death is a TV
Death is the Tarot, death is an angel
And death is our god, killing us all

She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
And I'm just the ashes

She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
And I'm just the ashes




Cruci-Fiction In Space
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
If Christ was in Texas
The hammer, the sickle, the only son

This is your creation
The atom of Eden was a bomb
If Jack was the Baptist
We'd drink wine from his head

This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun


I am a revolution
Pull my knuckles down, if I could
I am a revelation
And I'm nailed to the Holy Wood

This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun


We are dead and tomorrow's canceled
Because of things we did yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's canceled
They crucify us in our space

In our space, in our space
In our space, in our space
In our space, in our space
In our space, in our space

This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun




A Place In The Dirt
We are ****** and we are dead
All God's children to be sent
To our perfect place
In the sun, in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart
We are bugs so smeared and scarred
Could you stop the meat from thinking
Before I swallow all of it?
Could you please

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me your dying god


Angels with needles poked through our eyes
And let the ugly light of the world in
We were no longer blind
We were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me your dying god


Now we hold the "ugly head"
The Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
In the sun and in the dirt

 

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A: Of Red Earth

The Nobodies

Today I'm dirty, I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
Today I'm dirty, I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt

We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are


Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are


Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

Na na-na na na
Na na-na na na
Na na-na na na
Na na-na na

We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies
When we're dead, they'll know just who we are




The Death Song
We're on a bullet and we're headed straight into God
Even he'd like to end it, too
We take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket
And we hope that heaven's true

I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV
And they know they killed our heroes, too

We sing the death song, kids
'Cuz we've got no future
And we wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
(
Let's sing the death song, kids)

We light a candle on an earth we made into ****
And pretend that we're in heaven
Each time we do, we get the blind man's ticket
And we know that nothing's true

I saw a priest kill a cop on the TV
And I know now they're our heroes, too

We sing the death song, kids
'Cuz we've got no future
And we wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We sing the death song, kids
We sing the death song, kids


We sing the death song, kids
We sing the death song, kids

We write our prayers on a little bomb
Kiss it on the face and send it to God

We sing the death song, kids
Because we've got no future
And we wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you

We were the world
But we've got no future
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you

We were the world
We've got no future
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
(
Let's sing the death song, kids)



Lamb Of God
There was Christ on the metal shell
There was blood on the pavement
The camera will make you god
That's how Jack became sainted

If you die when there's no one watching
Then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
But if they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's gonna change
Nothing's gonna change the world


There was Lennon in the happy gun
There were words on the pavement
We were looking for the lamb of god
We were looking for Mark David

If you die when there's no one watching
Then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
But if they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's gonna change the world
Nothing's gonna change
Nothing's gonna change the world
Nothing's gonna change the world


It took three days for him to die
So the born again could buy the serial rights
Lamb of god, have mercy on us
Lamb of god, won't you grant us

Nothing's gonna change the world
Nothing's gonna change
Nothing's gonna change the world
Nothing's gonna change

Nothing's gonna change the world
Nothing's gonna change
Nothing's gonna change the world
Nothing's gonna change the world


If you die when there's no one watching
Then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
But if they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's gonna change the world



Born Again
Do you or don't you want this to be your song?
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along
This art is weak in its pretty, pretty frame
And I am your monkey with a misspelled name

I'll put down you disco and take your heart away
I'll put down you disco and take your heart away
I'll be born again

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you


Do you or don't you want to take this hit?
Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it"?

I'll put down you disco and take your heart away
I'll put down you disco and take your heart away
I'll be born again

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you


The valley of the dolls is the valley of the dead
The valley of the dolls is the valley of the dead

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you


I'll put down you disco and take your heart away
I'll put down you disco and take your heart away
I'll be born again, I'll be born again
I'll be born again, I'll be born again



Burning Flag
They want to sell it out, buy it up, dumb it down
A good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that wants to see me dead
Right now, I feel I belong for the first time

Multiply your death, divide by sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?

We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag


You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
If God was alive
He would hate you, anyway

My right wing is flapping, the left one is grey
Let's hear it for the kids but nothing they say
They gyrate and G-rate on Election Day
We got our ABC's and our F-U-C-K
F-U-C-K, F-U-C-K

Multiply your death, divide by sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?

We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag


You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
If God was alive
He would hate you, anyway

We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag

Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag




M: The Fallen

Coma Black


Part I: Eden Eye
A loved one has laid his head in her lap
Red roses fell to the floor
And the world stood still

My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on, that day
My heart's a tiny blood clot, I picked at it
It never heals, it never goes away

I burned all the good things in the Eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
I burned all the good things in the Eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay


I would have told her then, she was the only thing
That I could love, in this dying world
But the simple word of love, itself
Already died and went away

This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay


I burned all the good things in the Eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
I burned all the good things in the Eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

Part II: Apple Of Discord

Her heart's a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we could never repair

Her heart's a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we could never repair
And we can never repair



Valentine's Day
She was the color of TV
Her mouth curled under, like a metal snake
Although Holy Wood was sad
They'd remember this as Valentine's Day

Flies are waiting...

In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
They slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood


I saw that pregnant girl, today
She didn't know that it was dead, inside
Even though it was alive
Some of us are really born to die

Flies are waiting...

In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
They slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood

In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
In the shadow of the Valley of Death




The Fall Of Adam
The Abraham Lincoln town cars arrive
To dispose of our king and queen
They orchestrated dramatic new scenes
For Celebritarian needs

When one world ends, something else begins
But without a scream
Just a whisper because we just
Start it over, again

Do you love your guns, your god and your government?
Let me hear you! (Hey!)

Do you love your guns and your god and your government?
Let me hear you, ******* it! (Hey!)

Do you love your guns and your god and your government?
Let me hear you! (Hey!)

Your mother and your father and your baby?
******* it, let me hear you! (Hey!)

Do you love your guns?
I want your mothers and your fathers to hear you say it! (Hey!)

Every single one of you motherfuckers
Let me hear it from you! (Hey!)

Do you love your guns and your god and your government?
(Hey!)

I wanna hear it from everybody
I wanna hear you say you want a gun
Let me hear it! (Hey!)



King Kill 33º
Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get
Turned our lives into this ****
You never accepted or treated me fair
Blame me for what I believe and I wear

You ****** yourselves and you raised these sheep
The blue and the withered seeds you will reap
You never gave me a chance to be me
Or even a ******* chance just to be

But I have to show you that you played a role
And I will destroy you with one simple hole
The world that hates me has taken its toll
But now, I have finally taken control

You wanted so bad to make me this thing
And I want you, now, to just kill the king!

And I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
This is what you deserve
And I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
This is what you deserve

And I am not sorry, and I am not sorry (King Kill 33!)
This is what you deserve (King Kill 33!)
And I am not sorry, and I am not sorry (King Kill 33!)
This is what you deserve (King Kill 33!)

(King Kill 33!)
(King Kill 33!)



Count To Six And Die (The Vacuum Of Infinite Space Encompassing)
She's got her eyes open wide
She's got the dirt and spit of the world
She's got her mouth on the metal
The lips of a scared little girl

I've got an angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
But I won't ask forgiveness
For my faith has gone dry

She's got her Christian prescriptures
And death has crawled in her ear
Like elevator music of songs
That she shouldn't hear

And it spins around (1, 2, 3)
And we all lay down (4, 5, 6)
Some do it fast
And some do it better in smaller amounts

And it spins around (1, 2, 3)
And we all lay down (4, 5, 6)
Some do it fast
And some do it better in smaller amounts



~ ~ E N D E ~ ~
 

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The entire post took about five hours to assemble, given I had other stuff to do plus the added images which I needed to crop and upload to a third party site so I could get the image link for them. Plus typing up nineteen songs by hand is more time consuming than one might think...
 

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I thought you just copied and pasted all that... especially the lyrics.
 

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I thought you just copied and pasted all that... especially the lyrics.
No, I always type out lyrics myself. It helps me proofread in case there’s a mistake, I can stylize the text better, and I think that if I’m going to make a post that I think the viewer should read then I need to invest my own time into doing it. If I just copied and pasted it, what good would that do? My satisfaction level wouldn’t be too high. So yeah, I’m dedicated to the ‘art’, if you will.
 
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