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[TupennyConan]

You got your demons

You got desires

But I've gotta few of my own

[TupennyConan]

60 Minutes report last night about the war in Afghanistan.

 

Interview with a 40 yr old captain of a remote border base, constantly under fire from the 'endless waves of foreign fighters' coming over from Pakistan.

 

My wife turned to me & said: 'He looks so much older than you do.'

 

I am 41.

 

 

[TupennyConan]

[TupennyConan]

It's those restless hearts that never mend.

[porcupine48]

heres the byrds

[porcupine48]

This is for everyone,

but Diggler,this is for you especial

[mikenyc]

1

[mikenyc]

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[mikenyc]

3

[porcupine48]

1

is the loneliest # that you'll ever do

[Turtle]

[porcupine48]

[porcupine48]

too much effexor

[porcupine48]

thirtysix more to the sexy

stae of 7900 vill...

yeopyeppers

[porcupine48]

state,I meant state.

it's a fact

[Turtle]

[Jeffro.]

[TupennyConan]

 

There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill, the road is red

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall

 

My blood goes to work

I hear the howl

 

There is a grove of bleached bones

Where lupins vomit children's limbs

Taking all their liberties

With parts of human anatomy

 

And in the hollow of a restless soul

Lies no remorse and no disgust

Every kill is clean and pure

Every thought is cleansed in growls, yeah

 

There is a grove of tortured forms

Where all is dark and deeds are foul

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

That the howl is a joke

Their children lie dead

 

My blood goes to work

I hear the howl

 

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill

The road is red)

 

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall)

 

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

 

 

[TupennyConan]

[seanfingh]

 

There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill, the road is red

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall

 

My blood goes to work

I hear the howl

 

There is a grove of bleached bones

Where lupins vomit children's limbs

Taking all their liberties

With parts of human anatomy

 

And in the hollow of a restless soul

Lies no remorse and no disgust

Every kill is clean and pure

Every thought is cleansed in growls, yeah

 

There is a grove of tortured forms

Where all is dark and deeds are foul

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

That the howl is a joke

Their children lie dead

 

My blood goes to work

I hear the howl

 

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill

The road is red)

 

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall)

 

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

 

 

This is what all the skaters listened to when I was in high school.