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Friday, June 9, 2006


Thought I'd post this so you guys didn't think I've died
Mr. Torment

It's a ghost town
Broken homes
It’s a wedding gown
Thrown stones

It’s a Cadillac
Smoked cigarettes
It’s a fake rack
Stupid regrets

So here we are
This land of choices
We’ve come so far
To find empty voices
Just a stupid joke
A place to call our abode
Hey there folk
Its time your bomb explodes

It’s a world trip
Drugs and booze
It’s a Freudian slip
Our last excuse

It’s a funny thing
To feel such pride
It’s a summer fling
With us worldwide

So here we are
This land of choices
We’ve come so far
To find empty voices
Just a stupid joke
A place to call our abode
Hey there folk
Its time your bomb explodes

Wage your war
Head held high
I can’t do it no more
How do you not cry?

I can’t understand
Mr. President
You’ve got it planned
Mr. Torment

Just drop your bomb
Do it nice and calm
This is the end
I don’t understand
Mr. Torment

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