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16th January 2004, 21:41
The other night I was reading some Rudyard Kipling while trying to take my mind off the impending examns. And I came across this poem called "Cells", or "The soldier's lament".... somehow it gave a lot more meaning when I changed the lyrics around... and called it - guess what:
Tyler
I give head like a trumpet section, I've a tongue as slim as a stick,
I've mouth like a toothless old women, and a petty excuse for a prick.
But I've had my fun with the Harlequins's Guard; I've made the semen fly,
and I've watched as the foul-smelling gob of life, hit straight in a Harlequin's eye.
With a laxative drink, I have swung back my head
and I've spread my buttcheeks apart,
Now I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart!"
Mad drunk and and insane from the start-
but resisting it was too damn hard!
So I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart."
I started o' canteen of porter, I finished o' crackpipe of rock,
but a dose 'o cocaine that the Knappster slipped in, was enough to not
notice his cock.
"Twas that and the loverod of Elvis, while my nose was embedded in ground,
that widened my buttcheeks and tightened my loins - and widened my bumhole allround.
I left my hat in a public-house, and its bells in the house's boudoir,
And Lord knows where - I really don't care - my tank and my expacks now are.
They'll stop my play, they'll cut away the tag I used to wear,
But I left my mark on poor Elvis' face, while the Ghost rode me hard from the rear.
My girlfriend she cries from the bed, and my mistress from the garage.
But I'm far too worn down from the manlove of yore - that horrible semen barrage.
I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain,
But as soon as I'm in with a man and his cock, I know I'll go through it again!
With a laxative drink, I have swung back my head
and I've spread my buttcheeks apart,
Now I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart!"
Mad drunk and and insane from the start-
but resisting it was too damn hard!
So I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart."
Tyler
I give head like a trumpet section, I've a tongue as slim as a stick,
I've mouth like a toothless old women, and a petty excuse for a prick.
But I've had my fun with the Harlequins's Guard; I've made the semen fly,
and I've watched as the foul-smelling gob of life, hit straight in a Harlequin's eye.
With a laxative drink, I have swung back my head
and I've spread my buttcheeks apart,
Now I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart!"
Mad drunk and and insane from the start-
but resisting it was too damn hard!
So I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart."
I started o' canteen of porter, I finished o' crackpipe of rock,
but a dose 'o cocaine that the Knappster slipped in, was enough to not
notice his cock.
"Twas that and the loverod of Elvis, while my nose was embedded in ground,
that widened my buttcheeks and tightened my loins - and widened my bumhole allround.
I left my hat in a public-house, and its bells in the house's boudoir,
And Lord knows where - I really don't care - my tank and my expacks now are.
They'll stop my play, they'll cut away the tag I used to wear,
But I left my mark on poor Elvis' face, while the Ghost rode me hard from the rear.
My girlfriend she cries from the bed, and my mistress from the garage.
But I'm far too worn down from the manlove of yore - that horrible semen barrage.
I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain,
But as soon as I'm in with a man and his cock, I know I'll go through it again!
With a laxative drink, I have swung back my head
and I've spread my buttcheeks apart,
Now I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart!"
Mad drunk and and insane from the start-
but resisting it was too damn hard!
So I'm gonna get drilled by the manwand of Ghost,
for "having let go of that fart."