2007-02-07, 03:53
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Supreme Metalhead
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Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: In the light of the Necroshine
Posts: 688
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Green Little Letters
Green Little Letters
A piece of paper holds my name, my hand and my soul
And much to my shagrin it seems I've lost all control
But I'm told with several well placed loans I might get my heart
Now I'm making monthly payments, so I guess that's a start
Obligated to contract, my stomach flips and flops
The doctors say they'll operate once my interest drops
But if it falls much farther, I don't think I'll survive
For now all of my energy's invested in the dotting of i's
I can say I'm mad as Hell until I'm blue on the floor
But it won't make a difference when the reposses my door
E pluribus unam
Novus ordo seclorum
Please let me know when the punchline arrives
If that's what you're selling
I'm simply not buying it
Your green little letters are splitting my sides
A little bird once told me I could make it on skill
Then it spread its wings and rested on my last dollar bill
And then when I let it go, it never returned
I gave it my life's work, and I got shit in return
Then when I said prayers for forgiveness, I got a bill in the mail
It was written in tounges, I could have read it on brail
It said with a small donation we'll take a look at your case
Send a message to Saint Peter if needing financial aid
I can say I'm mad as Hell until I'm dead on the floor
But they won't even bury me once they see my credit score
E pluribus unam
Novus ordo secolrum
Please let me know when the punchline arrives
If that's what you're selling
I'm simply not buying it
Your green little letters are splitting my sides
And I'll laugh all the way to the bank
Where the favor is being returned
And then like a leper I'll be cast out
Still those little letters read
The only words I'll ever need
E pluribus unam
Novus ordo seclorum
Please let me know when the punchline arrives
If that's what you're selling
I'm simply not buying it
Your green little letters are splitting my sides
2007 STAIKY music
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And refuse to follow fashion
Write your poetry in anger
And then sing it with a passion
Painted faces in a circus
Images they brings to mind
When I read my Penny Dreadful
Filled with pictures of your kind
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