Mysterious Nights
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"There's a statistical theory that if you gave a million
monkeys typewriters and set them to work, they'd eventually
come up with the complete works of Shakespeare. Thanks to
the Internet, we now know this isn't true." --Ian Hart
My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the workings of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Pretty boy with a gun, bang- bang, fun- fun. Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it's your wife! Heroin, load my gun, shoot-
shoot, fun- fun. Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self
esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease. Pretty thing with no head, that's OK, better off
dead! Warm blood everywhere, shave off all my hair! Pretty girl, what's she worth? Stick it where it really hurts! Government
experiment, welcome to my accident. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong,
we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self
esteem. We do it wrong, and we have no fear, we are the anti of all you hold dear. Social disease, down on your knees. Covered
in fleas, give me a freeze. I am a clown, I am disgrace. It's always thrown up in my face. Through ignorance, I always fight. Better
face it, I'm always right. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't
believe, we are the congress of the new disease...
Bile - In League
Test Results.
Triskabiblios
