Do They Know It's Christmas Time

Bohemian Rhapsody

How’s a new start gonna change anything at all?
When our teammates are all flawed?
Like watching a timebomb count down.
Now who in their right mind would place a timebomb at the start?

It’s a similar routine. I think we watched too many foreign movies.

It’s a false start and the referee’s blind
Sure, blame it on the gunners’ poor  timing
The play-offs in an amateur game have seen better players paying attention
And mostly ‘cause of better preparation…

The last one to be picked for the team is now on steroids and Red Bull.
Like a madman slinging bull, as entertainment for morons.
I hope that no-one ever judges our team by its audience.


Foreign Movies

Last one standing at the scene of the crime
He’s eager to survive; got this look in his eyes…
Everybody’s looking at the bridges he burned
A dead end road paved into a U-turn

One single act doesn’t change a thing
Life will never go back to the beginning
Go out with a bang is what the script read
But the “bang” was a “pop”; zero men dead

Take my hand is what he heard
This will hurt is what she meant
Ill advised by former friends
The beginning is always better than the end

Dead man walking from the scene of the crime
Finally he took a gamble and misspelled the word F.I.N.E (Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic & Emotional.)
“All is bad, all gets worse” were no grammar mistakes
They were a conscious decision for an alternate take

His mind drew a blank, to be quite frank
He ran out of ideas, years before the end.


Scene Of The Crime

I don’t think that this is supposed to be the end
The world will stop when hate becomes a contraband
because we all need a little bit of hate to go along with our greed
Don’t you know what I mean?
No, I don’t think that this is supposed to be the end.

Honestly; aren’t we happy now?
Do we really need perfection in our lives at all?
I don’t think so.

I don’t mind if you want to pick a fight.
Go ahead.
Because making up with you is something I could do all night
Because we all show our violent side from time to time
It’s ok to be mean.
No I don’t mind if you want to pick a fight.
Go ahead, better believe it.

Honestly; isn’t this what we need?
Don’t we both love the tension?
You know what I mean, don’t you think so?


Honestly

I too once saw the devil
He looked all too familiar
All the Jesus fans were cheering, yeah, baptisms leave a scar.

Bet you never saw it coming
Holy water as a weapon
There’s your coercive persuasion, now shut up and do’s your told.

Hold up your cross, eat your garlic and repeat after me:
“I am my own personal godlike entity.”

Misbehaving kids were screaming “daddy, don’t  take me away”
While the goodies kept their mouths shut, mumbling “we are all ok”.
The grass is always greener on the atheists’ lawn.
If you want to live forever then stop swallowing poison.

Stop telling yourself to shut up.


Leave A Scar

Is Leaving All That’s Left?

Everything he does is wrong but he doesn’t seem to care at all.
Because everyone he knew is gone.
He’s the epitome of alone, you would think he’s getting used to it
But every morning he looks at his left to find no-one there at all.

Every hour he is wondering why they left him behind.
Yeah, he’s aware he’s got a problem but not one we can’t overcome.

He needs a job, he’s quite aware, but who would hire such a mess?
Picks a number, waits in line.
He’s number 10.085.

It’s like the saddest song without a melody
There’s nothing left to hold on to
Waiting to come undone
There’s nowhere left to run
Is leaving really all that’s left to do?

He’s a loser.
He means well.
He’s heading straight for hell.
He’s not a user.
In denial.
It’s the addiction talking.


Is Leaving All That's Left

Please Bring On The Rain

Do you have something to declare?
Or are you so messed up that you don’t even care?
Your privacy’s a burning bridge that was lit on fire by a crazy bitch called karma.
She’s out there for revenge.
She read what you put on your blog.
Little boy, you’re gonna get fucked.

Everything was golden but this generation turned it into a shit stain.
So please bring on the rain to wash away the bomb threats, anonymous death posts on web 2.0

Walk through the security scan, get your asshole searched by a sweaty man.
intimacy’s no longer just for lovers, but flight attendants guarding boarders for your sake.
So spread ‘em wide, oh please, or are we gonna have to take you in?
Little boy, where to begin?

No I have nothing to declare, so give me back my holiday.
What’s that you say? It’s not your fault?
And I should talk about “unfair”, because the lady behind me is not that much fun to scan?

Please bring back the 80’s
The Cold War and Iraqis fighting for freedom
Under command of Saddam
Wait. That doesn’t make sense.
Are we victims of ignorance?


Please Bring On The Rain

Mr T meets Bon Jovi. That's right, that's us.

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