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05-18-06

Bakers Man Remix

Fingerprints
Fingerprints
Jail cell man.

Kill somebody
As fast as you can.

Beat her
And burn her
And mark her with an X.

Put her in the freezer
'Till the cops come see her.
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There Was An Old Lady Remix

There was a young man
Who wallows and cries.
I don't know why,
Perhaps he'll die!
There was a young man
Who cuts his wrists
And the blood dripped into his fists.
He cuts so he won't cry.
I don't know why he wallows and cries
Perhaps he'll die!
There was a young man
Who drank too much
Like he was in a rush.
He drank so he wouldn't cut
And he cut so he won't cry.
I don't know why he wallows and cries
Perhaps he'll die!
There was a young man
Who always got high.
He always wanted a last goodbye.
He got high so he wouldn't get drunk
And he got drunk so he wouldn't cut
And he cut so he wouldn't cry.
I don't know why he wallows and cries
Perhaps he'll die!
There was a young man
Who was addicted to sex
It was like a hex.
He had sex so he wouldn't get high
And he got high so he wouldn't get drunk
And he got drunk so he wouldn't cut
And he cut so he wouldn't cry.
I don't know why he wallows and cries
Perhaps he'll die!
There was a young man
Who slept his pain away
So he wouldn't face part of the day.
He slept so he wouldn't have sex
And he had sex so he wouldn't get high
And he got high so he wouldn't get drunk
And he got drunk so he wouldn't cut
And he cut so he wouldn't cry.
I don't know why he wallows and cries
Perhaps he'll die!
There was a young man
Who committed suicide.
Of course he died.
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10-12-06

Mary Had A Little Lamb Remix

Mary had a little lamb,
His eyes as black as coal.
His fleece was covered up in blood
But mary didn't know.

She was up and off making deals
With drugs that had no names.
The lamb lay dieing by the road
But Mary didn't know of it's pain.

Although once Mary saw it by the corner
She got sobered up quick.
Mary called out for help
Because the lamb was very sick.

None of the neighbors trusted Mary
Cause she was a drugged out slut.
They thought that she had done it
Since Mary was a nut (crazy house).

So Mary's little lamb
Died by bleeding to death that day.
And because they weren't together
That all was about to change.



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On Monday April 16th, 2007, ShatteredFaith (235) writes:
my fav had to be Mary had a Little Lamb..they were all great though.i enjoyed reading them


On Tuesday November 14th, 2006, ShardsofSilence (331) writes:
wow..I really like that, despite how disturbing it was, it was quite entertaining. Hah. Must come back and read this again when I'm more awake ^^


On Monday November 13th, 2006, Instant Insanity (754) writes:
Wow Quite Interesting. Very Dark and disturbing. Kind of Scared me. I like the Mary had a little lamb remix the best though ][ ][



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