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Mad Max can drive off a cliff, and I'll provide the music for him:
I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel It's my baby callin', says I need you here And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear When she is lonely and the longing gets too much She sends a cable comin' in from above Don't need no phone at all We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a wave in the air, Radar Love The radio is playing some forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong The road has got me hypnotized And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sents her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a light in the sky (Instrumental break) No more speed, I'm almost there Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care Last car to pass, here I go And the line of cars drove down real slow And the radio played that forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong And the newsman sang his same song Oh one more radar lover gone When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sents her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a light in the sky We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a thing that's called Radar Love |
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind What did I see can I believe that what I saw That night was real and not just fantasy Just what I saw in my old dreams were they Reflections of my warped mind staring back at me Cos in my dreams it’s always there the evil face that twists my mind And brings me to despair The night was black was no use holding back Cos I just had to see was someone watching me In the mist dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or some kind of hell 666 the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry hands held to the sky In the night the fires burning bright The ritual has begun satan’s work is done 666 the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can’t go on I must inform the law Can this still be real or some crazy dream But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes They seem to mesmerise me...can’t avoid their eyes 666 the number of the beast 666 the one for you and me I’m coming back I will return And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn I have the fire I have the force I have the power to make my evil take it’s course |
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, Himitsu wo shiri tai You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M. So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide To keep me alive-just keep me alive Somewhere to hide to keep me alive I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control Beyond my control-we all need control I need control-we all need control I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask So no one else can see my true identity Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For doing the jobs that nobody wants to And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For helping me escape just when I needed to Thank you-thank you, thank you I want to thank you, please, thank you The problem's plain to see: too much technology Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize. The time has come at last To throw away this mask So everyone can see My true identity... I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! |
Oh here's one for Jim's hillbilly fucktard faggot ass! You can probably REALLY relate to this one! :lol
Cowboy Love from Reverend Horton Heat! I wanna go two steppin', With a good lookin' big black buck, I want him to come and pick me up in his chevrolet pick-up truck, And when we're on the dance floor his hat will rise high above, It's inter-racial cowboy homo kind of love. Tall of course dark and handsome, A gentlemen in every way, A true cow poke in every sense of the word, We really go to work in the hay. A bronc bustin' bull ridin' tiger, Yet peaceful as a dove, It's inter-racial cowboy homo kind of love, I know that us as a couple, Will cause talk but I wouldn't mind, Those cowboys will be pea green with envy, When they see his cute behind. That's why each night by the campfire, I thank my lucky stars above, For inter-racial cowboy homo kind of love. Yeah I know that us as a couple, Will cause talk but I wouldn't mind, Those cowboys will be pea green with envy, When they see his cute behind. That's why each night by the campfire, I thank my lucky stars above, For inter-racial cowboy homo kind of love. Kind of love, Kind of love. :lol |
Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of eachother's majestic presence
Listen Ana, hear my words, they're the ones you would think I would say if there was me for you :tear |
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ITS 1:04 AM
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JERKS >:
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Stop trying to communicate with us Sajuuk, nobody cares about you.
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Who you talking to matt harty, I don't see anybody :rolleyes
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Hmmm, your right. I must be on opium.
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HEY SAM :O
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uh, i like it like that
she workin that back i dont know how to act slow motion for me slow motion for me slow motion for me |
I'm a dick thrower
Her neck and her back hurting Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving |
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking
Slow down for me you moving to fast My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me |
Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy
If you loving my bark let me bury my bone I got 4 or 5 bad merry bitches at home One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick that outside dick keep them hoes sick |
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MASE IS BACK ;O
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THE FIRST TIME I READ GADZOOK'S POST AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE I THOUGHT IT SAID CHEROKEE BOARD. :/
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HIP HOP HARTYS HOT 97 SPINNIN THE HOTTEST IN HIP HOP & R+B WE GOT A NEW EXCLUSIVE FROM MASE, "WELCOME BACK" 1:33 PM HOT 97
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See the names have all changed since I've been around
But the game aint the same since I left out Ooooh you know we need ya Ooooh you know we need ya Welcome back Welcome back (ya know you like that) Welcome back (ya know you like that) Welcome back Welcome back (ya know you like that) Welcome back (ya know you like that) Welcome back Welcome back (ya know you like that) Welcome back (ya know you like that) See I rep the most high, still I'm the most fly I win so much they wanna know who I'm coached by Everyday approached by chicks when I was low top Wanna give me sosa but I'm like don't try I see the hisses and the disses when I go by But see the misses on my wrists when I float by Self control and I cant tell ya no lie Tryin to find a soulmate you end up being so tied I make my money man without the coca Livin la vida without the loca I'm down south shortys show me country love And I'm not even country thug The people give me daps and hugs so it must be love And I love the country grub It feel good to hear people singin welcome back And I aint even sellin a track Cause I'm that Harlem cat |
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