...In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose...
...Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul..."
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
And now back to more pleasant memories from the mostly fun past...
A Little Village...
And take me even further back...
LMFAO!!!!
Introducing 'Old Gregg', just for the Lulz. Its funny man, I am a Briton, Trust me.
PS Vault, just keep on doing what you do best.....'Desolation Row' A very sad and solemn song of lament. Although her eyes, are fixed upon, Noah's great Rainbow........
I just dug a wee bit deeper, and found some of teh lyrics.
Now Ophelia, she�s �neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession�s her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah�s great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row
Love the animation & the whacked stories they tell. I've been known to refer to the Charlie Books from time to time...
...I'm cool with dat...
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
More stuff from the good old days, just for kicks...
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
