Morbid...to an extreme degree. I am depressed now. You've got imagination,though, and the sick nature of these lyrics actually cause it to be amusing, in a...creepy...sort of way.
lol, call it the Morbid Christams parody collection.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
I like it though. and your topic is on FIRE (there is no fire emoticon so the devil smiley will have to work)
EL
You couldn't parallel park if your life depended on it, so it's unfortunate that, due to the alien invaders' strange emphasis on motorist competence, that's exactly what it comes down to.
Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.
(there is no fire emoticon so the devil smiley will have to work)
