Do I Look Like The Kinda Guy Who Would Make Something Like This Up?
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Domo Origato, Mr. Roboto?
There is this trend throughout modern society I find particularly disturbing…so disturbing, in fact, that I have interrupted Ur pleasant evening of blog reading 2 report it 2 U with my annoying, cryptic narcoglyphs, that will most likely cause U 2 experience blinding headaches, insomnia, night terrors, vertigo, psoriasis and may cause birth defects in pregnant women (it is recommended that U stop reading B4 any permanent damage has o cur d.). I am speaking 2 U 2nite about this insane desire we as a society have 2 create artificially intelligent devices. Are U people stupid? Am I the only one here who has seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? No…never caught that one? How about The fucking Terminator, then? Is that one ringing any bells, chief?
I’m sitting here minding my own business, watching Underdog and jerking off as usual ( that Polly Pureheart…What a hot bitch she is, huh?) when my phone rings. First of all, I hate it when the fucking phone rings. It’s never anything good. It’s never Ed McMahon calling me up 2 tell me I’m piss fucking rich and Charo wants 2 know can she get my number ( coochie coochie coo, baby!). No…it’s always some asshole trying 2 get in my pockets without even offering me a handjob 2 go along with it, or the goddamn police calling 2 inform me that my kid has joined The Symbianese Liberation Army and just blew up the fucking federal building or some shit. I let it ring…oh, I don’t know, a dozen times B4 finally snapping out of my self-induced coma and picking up the receiver 2 hear none other than…A recording? Are U fucking kidding me with this here? A goddamned computer called me? Is he fucking kidding me with this here? Holy shit!
Look…don’t get me wrong. I like 2 play video games, write my blogs and download copyrighted materials as much as the next guy. But that doesn’t mean I want the motherfucker calling me at my fucking house! I have nothing 2 say 2 these marvels of modern technology. U can take Ur robots, cyborgs and androids and shove them right up Ur goddamn ass. I do have something 2 say 2 the eggheads at Lawrence Livermore or MIT or some junior high school in Kyoto, Japan or wherethefuckever that’s making these motherfuckers, though. I would like 2 ask these brilliant minds exactly what they were smoking when they decided this would be a good idea and can Ur boy get two of them 4 thirty?
Listen 2 me, people!…If these madmen succeed in what they are trying 2 do it spells doom 4 the species, I’m telling ya! If it ever reaches a level of intelligence that it becomes self-aware…Jesus Christ on a Chinese ice cream truck, are U listening 2 me? If it becomes self aware…if it becomes a sentient being…it will take it…with all of it’s vast computing power…oh, I don’t know…less than a hundredth of a fucking second 2 figure out that human beings are the only thing in the fucking solar system that can turn it off! U heard me…we just became vermin. Ain’t progress grand?
Or we can head out in a totally different direction, since that one wuz so much fucking fun. Let’s examine the world of entertainment…more specifically…computer gaming…more specifically…virtual reality. Yeah, I know…holodecks look really cool on Star Trek and wouldn’t it just be noodles if we could go 2 our favorite spot in the whole, wide world right by the ocean when we were really stuck 60,000,000 gadzillion bajillion miles away in outer space? Oh…I don’t know. Would it? Really…think about it…would it?
As they used 2 tell me when I wuz in recovery (I don’t have a problem…U have a problem! This whole fucking place has a problem!), let’s go ahead and play that movie all the way until the end. So what Ur saying is this…any Butthole Joe Blow Dickhead is going 2 be able 2 go down 2 his local electronic warehouse, plop down however much the cocksuckers are asking 4 it and walk away with a box he can take then home, climb N2, load his Jenna Does Losers program (cuz U fucking know the porn industry is all over this like a pedophile at a preschool) and start fucking the living shit out of Jenna or Shay Sweet or Salma Hyack or Bea Arthur or Miss fucking Piggy if he wants? And it’s gonna smell just like and taste just like and feel just like Jenna Jameson would? And while I’m…I mean, he’s doing it he can order up a six-course meal 4 the two of them that will taste just like it wuz cooked by the finest chefs in all of Europe and then crack open a bottle of ice-cold 1957 Dom Perignon that will just dance on their tongues as they walk hand in hand down some secluded, moonlit beach, laughing as the waves lap playfully at their feet and they dance out of the way, stopping 4 only long enough 2 taste the sea on their lips and smell the salt in the air B4…oh, wait…Jeeezus Christ, WTF...what is that stench? WTF is that?
That stench is the smell of Butthole Joe Blow Dickhead’s dead, bloated carcass when they discover his naked, starved, emaciated corpse still crammed N2 his virtual fuck box 9 daze later, that’s what! U thought crack wuz bad 4 ya? Let me tell U, this will be the worst fucking dope U ever saw! Motherfuckers who never had a Mormon’s chance in Hell of scoring with a babe like that will climb in there and never be fucking heard from again! Why should they come out? So they can go back 2 their crummy, little, insignificant, nine 2 five shithole existence where the boss rides their ass all day long over stupid shit and then they get home after driving through six and a half hours of bumper 2 bumper bullshit traffic only 2 find 47 messages on this goddamned machine from Mary Jane Rottencrotch wanting 2 know whether or not he’s gonna step up and be a man cuz this is Ur baby, motherfucker!? Or…he can just kick it right here and let Aunt Bea blow him 4 another ten minutes. U tell me what he’s gonna do.
Then let me know if U still think technology is really all that good 4 humanity.
I’m sitting here minding my own business, watching Underdog and jerking off as usual ( that Polly Pureheart…What a hot bitch she is, huh?) when my phone rings. First of all, I hate it when the fucking phone rings. It’s never anything good. It’s never Ed McMahon calling me up 2 tell me I’m piss fucking rich and Charo wants 2 know can she get my number ( coochie coochie coo, baby!). No…it’s always some asshole trying 2 get in my pockets without even offering me a handjob 2 go along with it, or the goddamn police calling 2 inform me that my kid has joined The Symbianese Liberation Army and just blew up the fucking federal building or some shit. I let it ring…oh, I don’t know, a dozen times B4 finally snapping out of my self-induced coma and picking up the receiver 2 hear none other than…A recording? Are U fucking kidding me with this here? A goddamned computer called me? Is he fucking kidding me with this here? Holy shit!
Look…don’t get me wrong. I like 2 play video games, write my blogs and download copyrighted materials as much as the next guy. But that doesn’t mean I want the motherfucker calling me at my fucking house! I have nothing 2 say 2 these marvels of modern technology. U can take Ur robots, cyborgs and androids and shove them right up Ur goddamn ass. I do have something 2 say 2 the eggheads at Lawrence Livermore or MIT or some junior high school in Kyoto, Japan or wherethefuckever that’s making these motherfuckers, though. I would like 2 ask these brilliant minds exactly what they were smoking when they decided this would be a good idea and can Ur boy get two of them 4 thirty?
Listen 2 me, people!…If these madmen succeed in what they are trying 2 do it spells doom 4 the species, I’m telling ya! If it ever reaches a level of intelligence that it becomes self-aware…Jesus Christ on a Chinese ice cream truck, are U listening 2 me? If it becomes self aware…if it becomes a sentient being…it will take it…with all of it’s vast computing power…oh, I don’t know…less than a hundredth of a fucking second 2 figure out that human beings are the only thing in the fucking solar system that can turn it off! U heard me…we just became vermin. Ain’t progress grand?
Or we can head out in a totally different direction, since that one wuz so much fucking fun. Let’s examine the world of entertainment…more specifically…computer gaming…more specifically…virtual reality. Yeah, I know…holodecks look really cool on Star Trek and wouldn’t it just be noodles if we could go 2 our favorite spot in the whole, wide world right by the ocean when we were really stuck 60,000,000 gadzillion bajillion miles away in outer space? Oh…I don’t know. Would it? Really…think about it…would it?
As they used 2 tell me when I wuz in recovery (I don’t have a problem…U have a problem! This whole fucking place has a problem!), let’s go ahead and play that movie all the way until the end. So what Ur saying is this…any Butthole Joe Blow Dickhead is going 2 be able 2 go down 2 his local electronic warehouse, plop down however much the cocksuckers are asking 4 it and walk away with a box he can take then home, climb N2, load his Jenna Does Losers program (cuz U fucking know the porn industry is all over this like a pedophile at a preschool) and start fucking the living shit out of Jenna or Shay Sweet or Salma Hyack or Bea Arthur or Miss fucking Piggy if he wants? And it’s gonna smell just like and taste just like and feel just like Jenna Jameson would? And while I’m…I mean, he’s doing it he can order up a six-course meal 4 the two of them that will taste just like it wuz cooked by the finest chefs in all of Europe and then crack open a bottle of ice-cold 1957 Dom Perignon that will just dance on their tongues as they walk hand in hand down some secluded, moonlit beach, laughing as the waves lap playfully at their feet and they dance out of the way, stopping 4 only long enough 2 taste the sea on their lips and smell the salt in the air B4…oh, wait…Jeeezus Christ, WTF...what is that stench? WTF is that?
That stench is the smell of Butthole Joe Blow Dickhead’s dead, bloated carcass when they discover his naked, starved, emaciated corpse still crammed N2 his virtual fuck box 9 daze later, that’s what! U thought crack wuz bad 4 ya? Let me tell U, this will be the worst fucking dope U ever saw! Motherfuckers who never had a Mormon’s chance in Hell of scoring with a babe like that will climb in there and never be fucking heard from again! Why should they come out? So they can go back 2 their crummy, little, insignificant, nine 2 five shithole existence where the boss rides their ass all day long over stupid shit and then they get home after driving through six and a half hours of bumper 2 bumper bullshit traffic only 2 find 47 messages on this goddamned machine from Mary Jane Rottencrotch wanting 2 know whether or not he’s gonna step up and be a man cuz this is Ur baby, motherfucker!? Or…he can just kick it right here and let Aunt Bea blow him 4 another ten minutes. U tell me what he’s gonna do.
Then let me know if U still think technology is really all that good 4 humanity.
Giving thanks...
It's almost Thanksgiving, so in the spirit of the holiday I would like 2 share with U the following list:
Things I am Thankful 4
Of course #1 is Kimchatcha!!! ( I love U baby!)
My monster cock ( do U have any idea the upkeep on a giant chicken?)
That Tom and Katie are finally married (I really was getting tired of dodging her calls)
That there is no Star Wars Chapter Seven (Enough is enough already!)
That my wife is so understanding (I woulda left my dumb ass a long time ago)
That Stacy B is one of my Pahtnaz!!! (4am comes soooo early in the morning!)
That I work with a bunch of fuckheads (I'm really not as good as they make me look!)
That men are such fuckheads (I'm really not as good as they make me look!)
That I don't give a rat's ass about PS3 ($600 retail...are U fucking joking me?)
That decent computers are becoming affordable (ok, c'mon U pricks...invent some new shit I can't afford!)
That I married a Greek (fucking Greeks...need I say more?)
Happy Thanksgiving 2 all!!!
I think I may be insane...
But it’s a mild insanity, so there is no need for alarm. U don’t have 2 call out the volunteer fire department. Just leave the men in the funny suits carrying the butterfly nets alone 4 the time being. It’s not as if I am about 2 start frothing at the mouth and eating Ur daughters…well, maybe if they’re cute…
I fucking hate the video game The Sims. I don’t really know why, but 4 some reason it makes me feel homicidal. I think part of it is becuz I’m convinced that it fucks up every computer it comes N2 contact with. But it also gives someone else (AKA Alexandria the Irritating Gnome) a reason 2 park herself in front of the computer I use 4 up 2 16 hours at a time. Besides, I know the little bitch has a Sim of me and that freaks me out 2 no end. I don’t know…it’s like some kind of voodoo thing.
So anyway, Kimondownandplaythepriceisright buys the kid this evil game last year. As soon as the opportunity presented itself…I stole it and hid it. I didn’t get rid of it, though…becuz that would be wrong. Instead, I hid it away in a box, deep in the closet and very high up, so as 2 keep it out of kimdancingitsonlynatural’s reach. I had hidden it so well that the one time I did go looking 4 it I couldn’t find it. I thought it wuz gone 4ever.
Apparently it wuzn’t hidden near as well as I had thought, becuz Kimcloserdearicantseeu found it the other day and gave it 2 the kid. The kid installed it on the computer. She’s in there as I write this…Simming me. I know it. I know how she is. She’s fucked up on a deep emotional level. I know this becuz I’m the one who fucked her up! And now…the monster has come home…
So anyway, I wake up 2day and Alex is on the computer…Simming. I get instantly pissed off. First,at the fact that they found it at all, then at myself 4 not destroying it when I had the chance. I start thinking about how Kimgetsome hates the band the Beastie Boys. I happen 2 think they are musical geniuses. This is an example of a typical exchange between us on the subject:
Beastie Boys playing at very low level
Her: Uhhgh! What is that noise!
Me: It’s the new Beastie Boys cut.
Her: Well turn it off. It’s making me sick.
Me: Whatever.
Her: I’m serious. I think I’m going 2 be sick.
Me: How about if I turn it so low that only dogs and certain varieties of mollusk can hear it?
Sounds of vomiting coming from other room
Her: If U think that will work.
Me: Well, how about I just turn it off?
Her: Ok…but only if U want 2.
What the hell wuz that? What the fuck happened? I don’t know. I have no fucking clue! The woman is a fucking trip. But I turned it off and that’s what counts, right?
Wrong! I mean…I go 2 all these lengths 2 avoid this abomination (keep in mind…she has no idea I stole the damned thing. Why? Becuz if she did she would have me committed, that’s why…) and what does she do? Turn around and give it 2 the enemy…that’s what!
So I’m sitting there thinking 2 myself that I really have 2 leave this uncaring, self-absorbed bitch (again…doesn’t know I stole it…doesn’t know I hid it…nothing.) when it occurs 2 me that it isn’t even my computer. What the hell am I all pissed off about?
I fucking hate the video game The Sims. I don’t really know why, but 4 some reason it makes me feel homicidal. I think part of it is becuz I’m convinced that it fucks up every computer it comes N2 contact with. But it also gives someone else (AKA Alexandria the Irritating Gnome) a reason 2 park herself in front of the computer I use 4 up 2 16 hours at a time. Besides, I know the little bitch has a Sim of me and that freaks me out 2 no end. I don’t know…it’s like some kind of voodoo thing.
So anyway, Kimondownandplaythepriceisright buys the kid this evil game last year. As soon as the opportunity presented itself…I stole it and hid it. I didn’t get rid of it, though…becuz that would be wrong. Instead, I hid it away in a box, deep in the closet and very high up, so as 2 keep it out of kimdancingitsonlynatural’s reach. I had hidden it so well that the one time I did go looking 4 it I couldn’t find it. I thought it wuz gone 4ever.
Apparently it wuzn’t hidden near as well as I had thought, becuz Kimcloserdearicantseeu found it the other day and gave it 2 the kid. The kid installed it on the computer. She’s in there as I write this…Simming me. I know it. I know how she is. She’s fucked up on a deep emotional level. I know this becuz I’m the one who fucked her up! And now…the monster has come home…
So anyway, I wake up 2day and Alex is on the computer…Simming. I get instantly pissed off. First,at the fact that they found it at all, then at myself 4 not destroying it when I had the chance. I start thinking about how Kimgetsome hates the band the Beastie Boys. I happen 2 think they are musical geniuses. This is an example of a typical exchange between us on the subject:
Beastie Boys playing at very low level
Her: Uhhgh! What is that noise!
Me: It’s the new Beastie Boys cut.
Her: Well turn it off. It’s making me sick.
Me: Whatever.
Her: I’m serious. I think I’m going 2 be sick.
Me: How about if I turn it so low that only dogs and certain varieties of mollusk can hear it?
Sounds of vomiting coming from other room
Her: If U think that will work.
Me: Well, how about I just turn it off?
Her: Ok…but only if U want 2.
What the hell wuz that? What the fuck happened? I don’t know. I have no fucking clue! The woman is a fucking trip. But I turned it off and that’s what counts, right?
Wrong! I mean…I go 2 all these lengths 2 avoid this abomination (keep in mind…she has no idea I stole the damned thing. Why? Becuz if she did she would have me committed, that’s why…) and what does she do? Turn around and give it 2 the enemy…that’s what!
So I’m sitting there thinking 2 myself that I really have 2 leave this uncaring, self-absorbed bitch (again…doesn’t know I stole it…doesn’t know I hid it…nothing.) when it occurs 2 me that it isn’t even my computer. What the hell am I all pissed off about?
I have decided 2 split my blog...
N2 two separate entities...neither of which will ever be read. I keep inviting people 2 come read this one, so I am going 2 cut out all of the stupid sex shit. Now I've got another blog on some stupid sex site 4 that. That way, I can tell people 2 come check this blog out without fear of repercutions cuz they found out the kinds of shit I'm N2. Allegedly N2, I meant 2 say...remember, innocent until proven guilty!
That means the blog Ur reading right now is about 2 become more family friendly! No more images of gratuitous sex or wonton nudity 2 be had here, no sireebob! I am commited 2 cleaning up my act and making it something U can watch with Ur grandmother!
It's about time 2, I might add! There should be a clear line between my public blog and my private sex blog. The way I've been doing it is all bad when my kid's 15 year-old girlfriends check it out and find pictures of me completely off the hook. If they are going 2 find that shit...I really should make them hunt 4 it!
That means the blog Ur reading right now is about 2 become more family friendly! No more images of gratuitous sex or wonton nudity 2 be had here, no sireebob! I am commited 2 cleaning up my act and making it something U can watch with Ur grandmother!
It's about time 2, I might add! There should be a clear line between my public blog and my private sex blog. The way I've been doing it is all bad when my kid's 15 year-old girlfriends check it out and find pictures of me completely off the hook. If they are going 2 find that shit...I really should make them hunt 4 it!
It's 2:01 AM and I gotta be 2 work @ 6...
I honestly don't know what the fucking deal is with me. I'm sure that the shard that Stacy B fed me earlier has absolutely nothing 2 do with my still being awake. FUCK!!!
The only good news is that I will be off work at Noon. I have 2 admit...that shit is pretty sweet. All these other losers are just heading 2 work or taking off 4 lunch when my narrow ass is already done with it. Yep...pretty sweet...
Ok, that's all I'm gonna do right now.
The only good news is that I will be off work at Noon. I have 2 admit...that shit is pretty sweet. All these other losers are just heading 2 work or taking off 4 lunch when my narrow ass is already done with it. Yep...pretty sweet...
Ok, that's all I'm gonna do right now.
It just so happens...
That I am drunk as hell. Kimmunicator took me down 2 the school down the street and took care of my problem. Right after we 
finished...5-oh drove by. I don't think anyone called them,cuz they didn't stop. However, please do not gloss over the big news here...SHE FIXED THE PROBLEM! Now...all I have 2 do is keep my pecker in my pants and I should be OK. Right? Right!
finished...5-oh drove by. I don't think anyone called them,cuz they didn't stop. However, please do not gloss over the big news here...SHE FIXED THE PROBLEM! Now...all I have 2 do is keep my pecker in my pants and I should be OK. Right? Right! Ok...I'll admit it...I'm piss drunk right now. Sure...so what? I'm an adult...right? So, sure I can drink a half pint if I wanna...right? Damn straight!
So...besides the new job, the buzz and the hard-on there's really nothing new 2 talk about! I am the most boring motherfucker who ever walked the planet...I swear! I am holding a little shit from the BEE, but my dumb ass needs 2 be at work come 6am. Not on my way 2 work. Not dreaming that In wuz at work. Nope...I need 2 be at motherfucking work come 6am. The flip-side of that coin is that come Noon (that means lunchtime, niggaz)...my ass will be off of work and have a day off! How the fuck about that?
I really need 2 smoke some pot. I don't want 2 seem like a dope fiend...but, I am a dope fiend! At this particular moment I happen 2 be fiending 4 some weed. I hate it whenever I fiend 4 weed (which I fiend 4 more than anything else, BTW), cuz I really, really fiend 4 the shit. I smoked crack 9 months back in the fucking 80's (back when the crack still had cocaine in it!) and NEVER did I fiend 4 that shit the way I do ONE FREAKING FUCKING BOWL of bomb-ass weed. Right now I'd suck a dick 4 some weed. Oh, hell...exactly what am I trying 2 front 4? I'd probably suck a dick anyway. The right dick anyways...I will be taking applications 4 the part of the right dick all the way up 2 and past closing night.
So...it wasn't hard 2 figure out that I should go 2 bed...6am comes soooo frigging early I really can't stand it. I really don't want 2 tell Kimbilicious anything else about CORINA...that 2 me just seems...well...stupid! I really am not trying 2 hurt this woman, and yet...everytime I turn around my stupidity put me in a jackpot.
I sooooo need 2 get stoned...
See, now the last time I posted a blog they wouldn't let me upload this picture. Fucking haters.
KimIgetawhatwhat says she is going 2 take me out and cure me. Hmmm...I wonder what she has in mind? What would it take 2 raise the dead, anyway? I'm not sure (having never tried B4) but I'd be willing 2 give a half pint of Southern Comfort and sex in public a shot. Fuck it...What have I got 2 lose?
Once again a productive member of society...
Yeah...I got myself a job at Big Lots. But on the other hand, I could still be unemployed, and 
that wasn't doing anyone any good...especially me! Now, at least, maybe I will be able 2 make some money 4 Christmas. That's not even bringing up the fact that we have GOT 2 get the fuck out of my Mom's house eventually. Fuck...I didn't even want 2 come here. I suppose that as long as I am here I may as well be as happy about it as possible, right? I could have one of those mothers that just doesn't give a fuck about her kids (I am soooo freaking grateful that I don't!) and then where the fuck would I be? Probably in San Jose turning tricks. Still having a problem working retail? I didn't think so...
2day is Tosha's birthday. The little bitch is 15 years old. Just what the planet needs...another 15 year old girl. Whatthefuckever...
I really wish I understood what the fuck wuz wrong with me. I'm pissed off all the time, I'm not eating right, I hardly ever sleep and now I can't get it up. By "it" I, of course, mean IT. Although I have never had a problem with IT B4 (not including any time I have spent cheating...IT never wants 2 work then.) I am scared. I'm not afraid that IT will never work again (that is preposterous...isn't it? GOD, please, let that be preposterous!), I just have this unsettling feeling that it's a much larger problem. I have been having trouble pissing 4 a couple of years and now this. Besides...wouldn't that just be perfect karma 4 my cheating ass? Something tells me Budha would smile over this bullshit...
On the other hand...a perscription 4 Cialis wouldn't upset me all that much...
What a pisser. 4 some fucking reason, I haven't been able 2 upload pics whenever I want 2. I must tell U this does not bode well 4 Blogger. I may just have 2 find someplace 2 host my blog that is a little more adaptable 2 what I'm trying 2 do here, goddamnit...
that wasn't doing anyone any good...especially me! Now, at least, maybe I will be able 2 make some money 4 Christmas. That's not even bringing up the fact that we have GOT 2 get the fuck out of my Mom's house eventually. Fuck...I didn't even want 2 come here. I suppose that as long as I am here I may as well be as happy about it as possible, right? I could have one of those mothers that just doesn't give a fuck about her kids (I am soooo freaking grateful that I don't!) and then where the fuck would I be? Probably in San Jose turning tricks. Still having a problem working retail? I didn't think so...2day is Tosha's birthday. The little bitch is 15 years old. Just what the planet needs...another 15 year old girl. Whatthefuckever...
I really wish I understood what the fuck wuz wrong with me. I'm pissed off all the time, I'm not eating right, I hardly ever sleep and now I can't get it up. By "it" I, of course, mean IT. Although I have never had a problem with IT B4 (not including any time I have spent cheating...IT never wants 2 work then.) I am scared. I'm not afraid that IT will never work again (that is preposterous...isn't it? GOD, please, let that be preposterous!), I just have this unsettling feeling that it's a much larger problem. I have been having trouble pissing 4 a couple of years and now this. Besides...wouldn't that just be perfect karma 4 my cheating ass? Something tells me Budha would smile over this bullshit...
On the other hand...a perscription 4 Cialis wouldn't upset me all that much...
What a pisser. 4 some fucking reason, I haven't been able 2 upload pics whenever I want 2. I must tell U this does not bode well 4 Blogger. I may just have 2 find someplace 2 host my blog that is a little more adaptable 2 what I'm trying 2 do here, goddamnit...
What am I...fucking crazy?
So, Yeah...I've been inviting people 2 come check out my blog. Don't ask me why. Cuz I'm a fucking attention whore maybe. Then it occurs 2 me...what if someone actually logs on and reads this stupid thing? Holy shit...I know I have blogged at least once when I probably should have just gone 2 bed instead. Do I really want people I know 2 know some of this shit? Probably not, stupid. So If U are new 2 this blog, pay no attention 2 most of the extreme shit U will come across (there is no avoiding it...sorry). I really am not N2 being pissed on by pregnant midgets (Why...U know one?). I honestly don't care how big that woman's cock is and quite frankly...U can just take Ur naked ass back inside the house where it belongs!
I went 2 my grandmother's funeral yesterday. It wuz a nice enough service, I guess. Something really odd happened 2 me, though. About 2am the night B4 I suddenly realized that my Aunt Margret wuz most likely going 2 be there, and that there wuz a chance that my cousin Karen would be also. When we were kids Karen wuz one of my favorite cousins (actually, one of the only cousins I have I even liked. When I wuz eight years old the family went on a trip 2 the Grand Canyon (amazing shit...U gotta go see it if U never have.) and Karen and her parents made the trip as well. Now, bear in mind that I haven't seen Maggie in 5 or 6 years and I haven't seen Karen in damn near 30 fucking years, ok? So tell me then why did I almost have a fucking anxiety attack over this shit? It really did feel just like I wuz going 2 see a girl I had a crush on! Isn't that silly? But that's not even the worst part...we finally make it 2 the funeral and see them. Karen is absolutely beautiful! And I could really tell she wuz looking 4ward 2 seeing me as well. I met her husband of 15 years (right on!) Richard and her kids (her daughter looks exactly like Karen did the last time I saw her...isn't that kinda weird?) and said hi 2 everyone who managed 2 make it 2 the funeral (damn near everybody!) and whatever whatever afterwards we all go 2 Aunt Ann's house, right? I still am feeling all nervous around her and shit. So I literally force myself 2 go outside and talk 2 this woman who I don't even fucking know and I want her 2 like me so bad I am about 2 freak out and then...U guessed it. It went badly. Really badly. I don't think she quite hates me, but I honestly do not see us keeping in touch. What a shame. 2 bad I'm such a fucking spaz...
The one other person I really wanted 2 see didn't show up. That wuz my cousin Kristine. Her brother Robert made it, but he said he doesn't have anything 2 do with her. Her mom told me she is pretty much just living on the streets and no one knows how 2 get ahold of her. Bummer...
Then I find out my other cousin (actually my 2nd cousin) is a fucking cage fighter (as in IFC nigga!) really does get N2 this steel cage and go at it with some other crazy motherfucker 4 money! Right now his record is only 1-8, but when he showed me the tapes of his fights he showed them in order of how they happened. He didn't show the win first, the way I would expect most people 2 would. I don't know what that means. but there it is...
I went 2 my grandmother's funeral yesterday. It wuz a nice enough service, I guess. Something really odd happened 2 me, though. About 2am the night B4 I suddenly realized that my Aunt Margret wuz most likely going 2 be there, and that there wuz a chance that my cousin Karen would be also. When we were kids Karen wuz one of my favorite cousins (actually, one of the only cousins I have I even liked. When I wuz eight years old the family went on a trip 2 the Grand Canyon (amazing shit...U gotta go see it if U never have.) and Karen and her parents made the trip as well. Now, bear in mind that I haven't seen Maggie in 5 or 6 years and I haven't seen Karen in damn near 30 fucking years, ok? So tell me then why did I almost have a fucking anxiety attack over this shit? It really did feel just like I wuz going 2 see a girl I had a crush on! Isn't that silly? But that's not even the worst part...we finally make it 2 the funeral and see them. Karen is absolutely beautiful! And I could really tell she wuz looking 4ward 2 seeing me as well. I met her husband of 15 years (right on!) Richard and her kids (her daughter looks exactly like Karen did the last time I saw her...isn't that kinda weird?) and said hi 2 everyone who managed 2 make it 2 the funeral (damn near everybody!) and whatever whatever afterwards we all go 2 Aunt Ann's house, right? I still am feeling all nervous around her and shit. So I literally force myself 2 go outside and talk 2 this woman who I don't even fucking know and I want her 2 like me so bad I am about 2 freak out and then...U guessed it. It went badly. Really badly. I don't think she quite hates me, but I honestly do not see us keeping in touch. What a shame. 2 bad I'm such a fucking spaz...
The one other person I really wanted 2 see didn't show up. That wuz my cousin Kristine. Her brother Robert made it, but he said he doesn't have anything 2 do with her. Her mom told me she is pretty much just living on the streets and no one knows how 2 get ahold of her. Bummer...
Then I find out my other cousin (actually my 2nd cousin) is a fucking cage fighter (as in IFC nigga!) really does get N2 this steel cage and go at it with some other crazy motherfucker 4 money! Right now his record is only 1-8, but when he showed me the tapes of his fights he showed them in order of how they happened. He didn't show the win first, the way I would expect most people 2 would. I don't know what that means. but there it is...
Thelma McKowan 1913-2006
2day we are burying my Grandmother. She wuz a remarkable woman who lived a remarkable life. She migrated 2 California during the depression from Arkansas and raised 9 children with almost nothing. It wuz her determinaton and resiliancy that helped all of us become the people we are 2day. During her 93 years on this planet she worked tirelessly at being a good person and always kept Jesus in her thoughts and in her heart. That's why I have absolutely no doubt she has gone on 2 her final reward in the Kingdom of Heaven. There she is sitting at the Savior's feet, reaquainting herself with those who passed B4 her and looking over those of us still here on earth. I will miss U terribly. Goodbye, Grandma...I love U.
Twice in one day...what? Is he on Viagra again?
Fuck...I'm out of cigarettes. I hate being out of cigarettes. Everytime it happens, though, I think 2 myself, "Self...this is the perfecttime 2 finally quit that nasty fucking habit!" Then I bum a smoke off of someone. What the fuck is that about? Anyway...since I'm goddamned out of cigarettes anyway, and I am about halfway wired off of some shit Stacy B gave me yesterday B4 my interview (and dontcha know that dumbass Amber called her 2 complain about this shit? What a bitch! She wuz probably just trying 2 get a free sack. Or, she may have just been trying 2 get inside the place so shecould steal whatever Stacy left around that the bitch could trade 4 dope someplace else. Fiends are a fucking trip, let me tell U...
I met some people at the new site I have been checking out recently. They seem 2 be pretty nice, although not very many of them at all are
from the Northern California area. There seems 2 be a shitload from Great Britan and Australia, though. So far they seem 2 be pretty nice people, although not nearly as nice as the ones from my old Dalnet channel. Most of them were from N. Cali, as well. That made 
shit a lot simpler whenever we decided we wanted 2 go ahead and meet someone. I mean, it sucks if U decide U like someone but they live 4000 miles away, y'know? But regardless of thier locale, like I said...they seem 2 be ok 4 the most part. I am hoping 2 get 2 know some of them even better (like that's a suprise 2 anyone who knows me...huh?). Believe it or not...they're not all women either! There actually is some pretty decent guys on the site 2, I just didn't feel like Downloading any of thier pictures.
I must be having a flashback...
I talked 2 my friend Christina 2day 4 the first time in like a year and a half. She's been 
clean and sober that whole time and is doing really well. I am happy 4 her. She does much better off of the dope. She told me a funny fucking story about her ex George. He (according 2 Chris, mind U) married this other bitch just 2 get back at Christina. So, naturally, the marriage didn't work out and the two of them are getting a divorce. Well, the other day she is taking him 2 see his PO when out of the blue she asks him,"If U piss dirty do they take U N2 custody right then?" He told her he didn't know, but he guessed so and went off N2 the building 2 keep his appointment. When he come out some 20 minutes later, the bitch wuz gone with the car. Come 2 find out...George pissed dirty that day. Not becuz he is back on dope...but becuz the bitch had been slipping him morphine on the under!!! Isn't that some fucked-up deviant shit? Definite nominee 4 Dumb Bitch of the Year award (ceremonies 2 be held later this year) 4 Mr. Kelly. I laughed my ass off when she told me that shit! It wuz nice talking 2 her again.
I've been telling anyone who will listen about this blog, so now I feel like I have an obligation 2 deliver. Yeah...like thats gonna happen...
I think I may have gotten a job 2day. I will find out Friday. It feels pretty good...but I
can't say 4 sure. If I do get the job it looks like I will be working with Pooh a lot. That's both good and bad...I think. Good, becuz I like Pooh a lot and she should be fun 2 work with. Bad, becuz I find her incredibly attractive and really want 2 sleep with her. have no doubt whatsoever in my mind that she would NOT do anything with me anyway. Not without the express written consent of Kimicula and Major League Baseball.
So...I just want 2 clear someting up. Should I begin recieving pictures sent 2 my email...I would appreciate it if they were at least partially nude. If U don't have any naked pictures just let me know and I'll take them 4 U! No...really. What are friends 4, anyways, if they can't come 2 eachother's aid...
clean and sober that whole time and is doing really well. I am happy 4 her. She does much better off of the dope. She told me a funny fucking story about her ex George. He (according 2 Chris, mind U) married this other bitch just 2 get back at Christina. So, naturally, the marriage didn't work out and the two of them are getting a divorce. Well, the other day she is taking him 2 see his PO when out of the blue she asks him,"If U piss dirty do they take U N2 custody right then?" He told her he didn't know, but he guessed so and went off N2 the building 2 keep his appointment. When he come out some 20 minutes later, the bitch wuz gone with the car. Come 2 find out...George pissed dirty that day. Not becuz he is back on dope...but becuz the bitch had been slipping him morphine on the under!!! Isn't that some fucked-up deviant shit? Definite nominee 4 Dumb Bitch of the Year award (ceremonies 2 be held later this year) 4 Mr. Kelly. I laughed my ass off when she told me that shit! It wuz nice talking 2 her again.I've been telling anyone who will listen about this blog, so now I feel like I have an obligation 2 deliver. Yeah...like thats gonna happen...
I think I may have gotten a job 2day. I will find out Friday. It feels pretty good...but I
can't say 4 sure. If I do get the job it looks like I will be working with Pooh a lot. That's both good and bad...I think. Good, becuz I like Pooh a lot and she should be fun 2 work with. Bad, becuz I find her incredibly attractive and really want 2 sleep with her. have no doubt whatsoever in my mind that she would NOT do anything with me anyway. Not without the express written consent of Kimicula and Major League Baseball.So...I just want 2 clear someting up. Should I begin recieving pictures sent 2 my email...I would appreciate it if they were at least partially nude. If U don't have any naked pictures just let me know and I'll take them 4 U! No...really. What are friends 4, anyways, if they can't come 2 eachother's aid...
Almost completly off the hook...
This is the second time I had 2 write this fucking post. I hate that shit, 4 the record! One of U dickheads is keeping a record, right? What's that? My job? Since when?...uh hmmm...allrigty then! Moving right along...
Check out my motherfucking natural! Can U believe that shit! I wuz thinking that 4 Halloween I could go as one of the Pips! Or
how about Jackie Jackson? I've got it! Angela Davis when she wuz running 4 President. That way I still get 2 dress up like a woman, and we all know how much I love doing that! (Hey! I thought I told U I don't do that shit no more!) Anything 2 get N2 heels and a short skirt, huh? I'm such a fucking slut!
Check out my motherfucking natural! Can U believe that shit! I wuz thinking that 4 Halloween I could go as one of the Pips! Or
how about Jackie Jackson? I've got it! Angela Davis when she wuz running 4 President. That way I still get 2 dress up like a woman, and we all know how much I love doing that! (Hey! I thought I told U I don't do that shit no more!) Anything 2 get N2 heels and a short skirt, huh? I'm such a fucking slut!Recently I wuz turned on2 this online poker site called Poker Stars by my bastard brother-in-law, Todd. I shoulda known the guy wasn't right as soon as h
e went out with my sister. I mean, how creepy is that? Anyway,I've been playing this shit 4 like a month and getting my ass whipped pretty regularly. Until 2nite, that is! 2nite I wuz on FIRE! I wuz talking all kinds of big shit and kicking ass! I told this one fucking idiot that I wuz tired of him holding my money. He got pissed off and went all-in with about a grand while I was holding a pair of Kings! I think five of us called his bet, right? I get a King on the flop and another fucking King after that! That's right, Baby...4 of a kind Kings! It put like 4 people out of the tourney (which I went on 2 win!) also. Talk about fun. Good times...
Well...I have taken 2 inviting people 2 come check out this stupid fucking blog. I have asked three or 4 people from these swinger sites I frequent 2 come check this shit out and tell me what they think about it. If U happen 2 be one of those people then I am sorry 4 offending U. If 4 some reason I didn't offend U then it's probably best I don't know about it since I am getting a hard on just considering it! Besides...I'll just spend all my time trying 2 outdo myself. However...if U are new here...welcome! Please feel free 2 post any comment U want about anything...there is no censorship here. Unless I decide Ur full of shit. Just kidding...no, really. Whatever.
I think I need a change of pace. I need 2 do something different. I think I need 2 go on a road trip, so what I am going 2 do is see about going back 2 Wisconsin with Todd when he goes back there 2 get thier shit. The two of us could go back there by plane, rent a truck and take turns driving the motherfucker back 2 California. Sounds like it might make 4 a fun trip!
Strictly 4 the sake of keeping up appearances...
One time I wuz in Nairobi licking this broad's pussy when I rear-ended a 1968 VW Mini Bus. Well, as it turned out that particular Mini Bus wuz carrying performers from Pablo Garcia's Circus of the Former Stars (featuring Willie Ames, Fred (rerun) Berry and Doris Roberts) and apparently business wuz OK cuz all these fucking clowns came rolling out of the van like coconuts, drunk as all hell and cussing me out in Mexican. The tallest one ( he stood maybe 5'2" ) took a long pull off of the bottle of Metzcal he was carrying, handed it 2 one of his clown buddies and came a running at me full speed! So I stepped 2 the side and watched with semi-amusement as he tumbled down the 75 foot embankment I wuz standing in front of at the time. Not 2 be outdone by his companion, the other guy finished off the bottle and started 2wards me. He made it about a quarter of the way, let out a whoop and sat down indian-style there in the road. I wuz gonna ask him wuz he all right, but I don't speak Mexican and even if I did right about then he grabs his belly, groans really load and flops over N2 the fetal position. That's when the pick-up truck carrying the circus animals (4 dogs, two pigs and a chicken) and thier trainer (also the driver and Pablo's cousin by marriage) comes speeding around the corner and runs the second clown over! I mean, he didn't even stop after dragging that poor son-of-a-bitch 30 or so feet down the road! Then this fat broad comes running out of the van, screaming at me and holding this long goddamn stick. She stands about 14 feet away and starts trying 2 poke me with this fucking stick she has, but I'm not having any of that And I keep slapping it away, right? Well, righht about then she stuck me good right under my rib cage, and I grabbed at the stick, and the both of us went tumbling down the embankment 2gether. There I wuz lying on top of this fat Mexican bitch, sliding down some stupid embankment 2wards my untimely demise when I remembered my boy who moved 2 Idaho wuz back 4 a visit and he turned me on 2 a shitload of mushrooms yesterday. I've never even been 2 Africa. That meant I might just be trippin out, and not in any real danger. Then I noticed the fat girl and I had stopped sliding. Then I noticed the fat girl wasn't a fat girl anymore. The fat girl wuz now a Samoan guy with big tits and a peg leg. That's when a rabbit climbed out from under the Samoan guy's hat (which he hadn't been wearing at all not two seconds ago) and asked me which way the bus stop wuz. I pointed 2 the right, and the rabbit thanked me, hopping off 2 the left. I never saw the rabbit again, and I don't take mushrooms anymore.
OK...honestly, I'm not rying 2 make fun of anyone here (yeah right, believe that why don't ya!!), but this is just so fucking wierd I had 2 write about it. Do U see this picture on top here? Do U want 2 know what it is a picture of? It is a picture of a 3rd nipple this girl I know has! Isn't that fucking trippy?
Lastly (but certainly not leastly), those with an interest in such things may want 2 check out RicksotherfknBlog. I just posted some new shit on there and some of it is kinda tasty. Speaking of tasty, I really gotta get back 2 licking some broad's pussy. Any volunteers?
OK...honestly, I'm not rying 2 make fun of anyone here (yeah right, believe that why don't ya!!), but this is just so fucking wierd I had 2 write about it. Do U see this picture on top here? Do U want 2 know what it is a picture of? It is a picture of a 3rd nipple this girl I know has! Isn't that fucking trippy?
Lastly (but certainly not leastly), those with an interest in such things may want 2 check out RicksotherfknBlog. I just posted some new shit on there and some of it is kinda tasty. Speaking of tasty, I really gotta get back 2 licking some broad's pussy. Any volunteers?
It's been a minute or two since I last saw U...
Or U last saw me...something like that. Yep...I'm still alive...still
in SaCRAPmento...still married 2 a crazy person...still trying 2 get back 2 
the Bay Area...still drink 2 damn much...and yes...I still have a GIANT cock!
Other than that...pretty much nada. I could go on and on about whatever the fuck drama Alex is going through this week, but then what would I write about the next time I do a low down? That's what I thought. U really should try 2 look 4ward more often...
I really need 2 find someone 2 get me loaded. Hannah is sick
right now, and she's one of those people who figure if they have 2 feel like shit why shouldn't you feel like shit right along with them...but she is sick...and so damn cute...fucking kid...
in SaCRAPmento...still married 2 a crazy person...still trying 2 get back 2 
the Bay Area...still drink 2 damn much...and yes...I still have a GIANT cock!Other than that...pretty much nada. I could go on and on about whatever the fuck drama Alex is going through this week, but then what would I write about the next time I do a low down? That's what I thought. U really should try 2 look 4ward more often...
I really need 2 find someone 2 get me loaded. Hannah is sick
right now, and she's one of those people who figure if they have 2 feel like shit why shouldn't you feel like shit right along with them...but she is sick...and so damn cute...fucking kid...
What's wrong with me?
I really would like 2 know. I mean...I know there is
some shit out there that catches my eye (these pictures are 
completely unrelated 2 this narrative. Please go about Ur business. Nothing 2 see here...move along!) that most normal motherfuckers would look at and be like, "Nigga, what's wrong with U?" I've been going throughout life figuring 
that so long as I ain't finna hurt nobody then it's all good. Live by the Rule of Three and always remember that Karma does come back and when it does it's usually a motherfucker...
Check this shit out!! I read in the paper 2day that Joan Jett and The Blackhearts is playing the Filmore in San
Fransisco on November 4th!!! I am telling U right now I WANT 2 SEE THIS FUCKING SHOW! I have always wanted 2 see Joan Jett and I have never been 2 the Filmore...sounds like a marraige made in heaven 2 me!!!
some shit out there that catches my eye (these pictures are 
completely unrelated 2 this narrative. Please go about Ur business. Nothing 2 see here...move along!) that most normal motherfuckers would look at and be like, "Nigga, what's wrong with U?" I've been going throughout life figuring 
that so long as I ain't finna hurt nobody then it's all good. Live by the Rule of Three and always remember that Karma does come back and when it does it's usually a motherfucker...Check this shit out!! I read in the paper 2day that Joan Jett and The Blackhearts is playing the Filmore in San
Fransisco on November 4th!!! I am telling U right now I WANT 2 SEE THIS FUCKING SHOW! I have always wanted 2 see Joan Jett and I have never been 2 the Filmore...sounds like a marraige made in heaven 2 me!!!the lowdown from down 'roun
Believe it or not, it looks as if Stacy B may have gotten rid of her mice problem (as in house mouse) . Somehow she got rid of the Kobester and his traveling s
ideshow. The girl...Alyssa (Yeah, that's right...I remember Ur name. Now what's my name? RickmthafknJones!) has some bad-ass curls. Her shit might even get all over mines, and U know I gots some MAD curls over here! As 4 the boy? Wel...quite frankly, I'm just not convinced the little brother ain't a fucking clone of his daddy, is all. I mean, honestly...has anyone ever really seen his momma? I don't know about that...sounds kinda shady 2 me...It prolly wouldn't have been so bad if my nigga would have brought some hustle with him, but from where I been sitting it looks like his hustle is Stacy B and that ain't cool. I wonder...what would Shawn do? Hmmm...I can't say. But I am pretty sure it would involve some camoflauge face paint, a ninja suit and six pages of handwritten instructions. Hey...don't get mad at me...I ain't the one who drove us here. Sides, I'm pretty sure that whenever U are discovered lying in wait amongst the shrubbery Ur friends get 2 give U shit about it...well...4ever. Oh yeah...like I'm finna lie about some shit like that! Keep it up and I might have 2 tell the story about the cat who got caught in the hood trying 2 put a long barreled shotgun in his pocket...
NEWS FLASH! Turns out that Ali caught ol' Sillywilly lying 2 her 2nite. And just what do U think he wuz lying 2 her about? Why...it wuz Jessica, of course. Why does this all sound so familiar? Maybe becuz we have heard all of this B4. But where wuz
it? Hmmm...oh yeah! It wuz right here! How convienent is that? I guess that Sillywilly fancies hisself a playa, and 4 the moment he feels like playing with Ali and Jess. That's fucked up. The worst part is he don't give a fuck about either one of them. The only one he cares about is his own damn self! If that wasn't true he wouldn't be out here spreading his DNA like he wuz Johnny fucking Appleseed. It makes me so fucking mad I had 2 write this rhyme:
Sillywilly thought he wuz smart
So Sillywilly broke girlie's hearts
But whan he broke this one got more than he thought
Cuz Ali got Oodie and Willy got shot
Least...that's what we think since shots were reported
But U know eye witness accounts...they are always distorted.
But everyone did agree this wuz one crazy brotha
He blasted Will up until he shouted, "Who's the playa now, motherfucka?"
Then just like that he disappeared N2 the night
Both him and Sillywilly seemed 2 just drop out of sight
Along with any evidence, fingerprints or proof
Just cuz he didn't notice that nigga lying up on the roof
Okay, that makes me feel better! I hope it worked 4 U as well. Now, I'm finna go lay my head...
ideshow. The girl...Alyssa (Yeah, that's right...I remember Ur name. Now what's my name? RickmthafknJones!) has some bad-ass curls. Her shit might even get all over mines, and U know I gots some MAD curls over here! As 4 the boy? Wel...quite frankly, I'm just not convinced the little brother ain't a fucking clone of his daddy, is all. I mean, honestly...has anyone ever really seen his momma? I don't know about that...sounds kinda shady 2 me...It prolly wouldn't have been so bad if my nigga would have brought some hustle with him, but from where I been sitting it looks like his hustle is Stacy B and that ain't cool. I wonder...what would Shawn do? Hmmm...I can't say. But I am pretty sure it would involve some camoflauge face paint, a ninja suit and six pages of handwritten instructions. Hey...don't get mad at me...I ain't the one who drove us here. Sides, I'm pretty sure that whenever U are discovered lying in wait amongst the shrubbery Ur friends get 2 give U shit about it...well...4ever. Oh yeah...like I'm finna lie about some shit like that! Keep it up and I might have 2 tell the story about the cat who got caught in the hood trying 2 put a long barreled shotgun in his pocket...NEWS FLASH! Turns out that Ali caught ol' Sillywilly lying 2 her 2nite. And just what do U think he wuz lying 2 her about? Why...it wuz Jessica, of course. Why does this all sound so familiar? Maybe becuz we have heard all of this B4. But where wuz
it? Hmmm...oh yeah! It wuz right here! How convienent is that? I guess that Sillywilly fancies hisself a playa, and 4 the moment he feels like playing with Ali and Jess. That's fucked up. The worst part is he don't give a fuck about either one of them. The only one he cares about is his own damn self! If that wasn't true he wouldn't be out here spreading his DNA like he wuz Johnny fucking Appleseed. It makes me so fucking mad I had 2 write this rhyme:Sillywilly thought he wuz smart
So Sillywilly broke girlie's hearts
But whan he broke this one got more than he thought
Cuz Ali got Oodie and Willy got shot
Least...that's what we think since shots were reported
But U know eye witness accounts...they are always distorted.
But everyone did agree this wuz one crazy brotha
He blasted Will up until he shouted, "Who's the playa now, motherfucka?"
Then just like that he disappeared N2 the night
Both him and Sillywilly seemed 2 just drop out of sight
Along with any evidence, fingerprints or proof
Just cuz he didn't notice that nigga lying up on the roof
Okay, that makes me feel better! I hope it worked 4 U as well. Now, I'm finna go lay my head...
Pink Floyd : The Wall
SIDE 1
'In the Flesh?'
'The Thin Ice'
'Another Brick In The Wall' (Part 1)
'The Happiest Days Of Our Lives'
'Another Brick In The Wall' (Part 2)
'Mother'
SIDE 2
'Goodbye Blue Sky'
'Empty Space'
'Young Lust'
'One of My Turns'
'Don't Leave Me Now'
'Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)'
'Goodbye Cruel World'
SIDE 3
'Hey You'
'Is There Anybody Out There'
'Nobody home'
'Vera'
'Bring the Boys Back Home'
'Comfortably Numb'
SIDE 4
'The Show Must Go On'
'In the Flesh'
'Run Like Hell'
'Waiting For the Worms'
'STOP'
'The Trial'
'Outside the Wall'
* SIDE 1 *
1. In the Flesh?
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through the disguise
2. The Thin Ice
Mamma loves her baby
And daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you baby
And the sky may look blue
But oooh babe
Oooh baby blue
Oooh babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised when the crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your death and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw
The thin ice
3. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1)
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me?
All in all it was
All just a brick in the wall
All in all it was
All just bricks in the wall
You!
You!
Yes, you!
Stand still, laddie!
Stand still!
4. The Happiest Days Of Our Lives
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who
Would hurt the children anyway they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kid
"What have we here laddie?
Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?
No - poems, no less - poems, everybody!
The laddie recons himself a poet!
'Money gets back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
New car, Caviar,
Four star daydream
think I'll buy me
A football team'
Absolute rubbish, laddie!
(smack!)
Get on with your work!
Repeat after me:
An acre is the area of a rectangle whois legs ....
But in the town it was well known
When they go home at night
Their fat and psychopatic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives
5. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2)
We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave them kids alone.
Hey! Teachers! Leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding."
"How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?"
"You! Yes, you laddie!"
"...poems, everybody! The laddie recons himself a poet!"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"
6. Mother
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Oooo Ah
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Oooh Ah
Is it just a waste of time?
(Mother am I really dying)
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh Ah,
Mother will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby
Don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all of your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'till you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
You'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
* Side 2*
1. Goodbye Blue Sky
Ooooooooooh
Did did did did you see the frightened ones
Did did did did you hear the falling bombs
Did did did did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
While the promise of a brave new world
Unfolds beneath a clear blue sky?
Ooooooooooh
Did did did did you see the frightened ones
Did did did did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye, goodbye
2. Empty Space
What shall we use to fill the empty
Spaces where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How should I complete the wall
3. Young Lust
I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooooooh
I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh
I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock & roll refugee
Ooooh Baby set me free
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
4. One of My Turns
Day after day
Love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun any more
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel, cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped..?
Why are you running away?
5. Don't Leave Me Now
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night.
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away
Ooooh babe
Why are you running away?
Ooooh Baby!
6. Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No Don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all it was
All just bricks in the wall
All in all you were
All just bricks in the wall
7. Goodbye Cruel World
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye!
* SIDE 3 *
1. Hey You
Hey you!
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?
Hey you!
Standing in the isles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you! Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in
Without a fight.
Hey you!
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey yoy!
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call on
Would you touch me?
Hey you! Would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms they entered his brain
Hey you! Out there on your road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey you!
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you! Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall!
2. Is There Anybody Out There
Is there anybody out there?
3. Nobody home
I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with my toothbrush and my comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that's how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal romains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fanding roots
4. Vera
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do?
5. Bring the Boys Back Home
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own
Bring the boys back home
6. Comfortably Numb
Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on
Now
I hear you're feeling
Down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain
You are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you say
When I was a child
I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become
Comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more
AAAAAAAH!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working...good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain
You are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my fingers on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
* SIDE 4 *
1. The Show Must Go On
Oooh Ma Ooooh Pa
Must the show go on
Oooh Pa take me home
Oooh Ma let me go
Do I have to stand up
Wildeyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare!
Why don't I turn and run
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old is it too late
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Will I remember the songs?
The show must go on.
2. In the Flesh
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you, unshine
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
And we're going to find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
He don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff-raff into the room
There's one smoking a joint
And another with spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of you shot
3. Run Like Hell
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
You better
Make your face up in your favourite disguise
With your buttondown lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the file rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockle-shell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
You better
Run all day and run all night
And keep your
Dirty feelings deep inside
And if you take your girlfriend out tonight
You better park your car well out of sight
'Cos if they catch you in the back seat t
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run
4. Waiting For the Worms
Ooooh you cannot reach me now
Ooooh No matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Waiting to cut up the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a blackshirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the Reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms
5. STOP
Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time
6. The Trial
Good morning!
Worm Your Honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed
Showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
Shame on him
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honour
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with master
Let me hammer him today
Crazy
Toys in the attic
I am crazy?
Shall we go ....... (?)
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy
Toys in the attic
He is crazy
Call me the defendant's wife
You - little shit you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should have talked to me more often
That you did, but no you had to
Go your own way. Have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes Worm Your Honour
Him and me alone
Babe, come to mother
Baby let me hold you in my arms
M'lord? I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm Your Honour let me take him home
Crazy
Over the rainbow
I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy
The evidence before the court is
Incontrovertable there's no need for
The jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
The full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
But my friend
You have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
7. Outside the Wall
All alone
or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down
Outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathering together in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall
'In the Flesh?'
'The Thin Ice'
'Another Brick In The Wall' (Part 1)
'The Happiest Days Of Our Lives'
'Another Brick In The Wall' (Part 2)
'Mother'
SIDE 2
'Goodbye Blue Sky'
'Empty Space'
'Young Lust'
'One of My Turns'
'Don't Leave Me Now'
'Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)'
'Goodbye Cruel World'
SIDE 3
'Hey You'
'Is There Anybody Out There'
'Nobody home'
'Vera'
'Bring the Boys Back Home'
'Comfortably Numb'
SIDE 4
'The Show Must Go On'
'In the Flesh'
'Run Like Hell'
'Waiting For the Worms'
'STOP'
'The Trial'
'Outside the Wall'
* SIDE 1 *
1. In the Flesh?
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through the disguise
2. The Thin Ice
Mamma loves her baby
And daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you baby
And the sky may look blue
But oooh babe
Oooh baby blue
Oooh babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised when the crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your death and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw
The thin ice
3. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1)
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me?
All in all it was
All just a brick in the wall
All in all it was
All just bricks in the wall
You!
You!
Yes, you!
Stand still, laddie!
Stand still!
4. The Happiest Days Of Our Lives
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who
Would hurt the children anyway they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kid
"What have we here laddie?
Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?
No - poems, no less - poems, everybody!
The laddie recons himself a poet!
'Money gets back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
New car, Caviar,
Four star daydream
think I'll buy me
A football team'
Absolute rubbish, laddie!
(smack!)
Get on with your work!
Repeat after me:
An acre is the area of a rectangle whois legs ....
But in the town it was well known
When they go home at night
Their fat and psychopatic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives
5. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2)
We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave them kids alone.
Hey! Teachers! Leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding."
"How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?"
"You! Yes, you laddie!"
"...poems, everybody! The laddie recons himself a poet!"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"
6. Mother
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Oooo Ah
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Oooh Ah
Is it just a waste of time?
(Mother am I really dying)
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh Ah,
Mother will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby
Don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all of your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'till you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
You'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
* Side 2*
1. Goodbye Blue Sky
Ooooooooooh
Did did did did you see the frightened ones
Did did did did you hear the falling bombs
Did did did did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
While the promise of a brave new world
Unfolds beneath a clear blue sky?
Ooooooooooh
Did did did did you see the frightened ones
Did did did did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye, goodbye
2. Empty Space
What shall we use to fill the empty
Spaces where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How should I complete the wall
3. Young Lust
I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooooooh
I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh
I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock & roll refugee
Ooooh Baby set me free
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
4. One of My Turns
Day after day
Love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun any more
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel, cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped..?
Why are you running away?
5. Don't Leave Me Now
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night.
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away
Ooooh babe
Why are you running away?
Ooooh Baby!
6. Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No Don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all it was
All just bricks in the wall
All in all you were
All just bricks in the wall
7. Goodbye Cruel World
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye!
* SIDE 3 *
1. Hey You
Hey you!
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?
Hey you!
Standing in the isles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you! Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in
Without a fight.
Hey you!
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey yoy!
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call on
Would you touch me?
Hey you! Would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms they entered his brain
Hey you! Out there on your road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey you!
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you! Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall!
2. Is There Anybody Out There
Is there anybody out there?
3. Nobody home
I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with my toothbrush and my comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that's how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal romains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fanding roots
4. Vera
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do?
5. Bring the Boys Back Home
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own
Bring the boys back home
6. Comfortably Numb
Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on
Now
I hear you're feeling
Down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain
You are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you say
When I was a child
I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become
Comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more
AAAAAAAH!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working...good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain
You are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my fingers on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
* SIDE 4 *
1. The Show Must Go On
Oooh Ma Ooooh Pa
Must the show go on
Oooh Pa take me home
Oooh Ma let me go
Do I have to stand up
Wildeyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare!
Why don't I turn and run
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old is it too late
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Will I remember the songs?
The show must go on.
2. In the Flesh
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you, unshine
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
And we're going to find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
He don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff-raff into the room
There's one smoking a joint
And another with spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of you shot
3. Run Like Hell
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
You better
Make your face up in your favourite disguise
With your buttondown lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the file rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockle-shell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
Run run run run
You better
Run all day and run all night
And keep your
Dirty feelings deep inside
And if you take your girlfriend out tonight
You better park your car well out of sight
'Cos if they catch you in the back seat t
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run
4. Waiting For the Worms
Ooooh you cannot reach me now
Ooooh No matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Waiting to cut up the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a blackshirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the Reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms
5. STOP
Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time
6. The Trial
Good morning!
Worm Your Honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed
Showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
Shame on him
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honour
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with master
Let me hammer him today
Crazy
Toys in the attic
I am crazy?
Shall we go ....... (?)
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy
Toys in the attic
He is crazy
Call me the defendant's wife
You - little shit you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should have talked to me more often
That you did, but no you had to
Go your own way. Have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes Worm Your Honour
Him and me alone
Babe, come to mother
Baby let me hold you in my arms
M'lord? I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm Your Honour let me take him home
Crazy
Over the rainbow
I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy
The evidence before the court is
Incontrovertable there's no need for
The jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
The full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
But my friend
You have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
7. Outside the Wall
All alone
or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down
Outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathering together in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall
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