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STUART
by The Dead Milkmen
Lyrics probably written by Rodney
You know what Stuart? I like you. You're not like the other people, here,
in the trailer park. Oh, don't get me wrong. They're fine people. Good
Americans. But, they're content to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and
Mindy on channel 57. Maybe kick back a cool Coors 16-ouncer. They're good
fine people Stuart, but they don't know what the queers are doing to the
soil.
You know that Johnny Wurster kid, the kid who delivers papers in the
neighborhood? He's a fine kid. Some of the neighbors say he smokes
crack, but I don't believe it. Anyway, for his 10th birthday, all he wanted
was a burrow owl. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never ask for anything
else as long as I live". So the guy breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.
Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out into my yard. And there's the
Wurster kid looking up in the tree. I said, "What are you looking for?" He
said, "I'm looking for my burrow owl". I said, "Jumping Jesus on a pogo
stick. Everyone knows that a burrow owl lives in a hole in the ground.
Why the hell do you think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?"
Now Stuart, do you think a kid like that is gonna know what the queers are
doing to the soil?
I first became aware of this, about 10 years ago. The summer my oldest
boy Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival that comes to town every year?
Well that year it came with a ride called the Mixer. The man said, keep
your head and arms inside the mixer at all times. But Bill Jr, he was a
daredevil! Just like his old man. He was leaning out saying, "Hey everybody,
look at me, look at me!" POW! He was decapitated. They found his head over
by the snowcone consession. A few days after that, I open up the mail and
there's a pamphlet in there, from Peublo, Colorodo. And it's addressed to
Bill Jr. And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?!?"
Now Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large U.S. city with a big
underground homosexual population. Des Moines Iowa, perfect example. Look
at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart. You can't build on it, you can't grow
anything in it. The government says it's due to poor farming, but I know
what's really going on, Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with
the aliens. They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God!
You know what Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other people, here, in
the trailer park.
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ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ
ÛÛÛÛ ßßßßß ßßßßßß ßßßßß ßßßßßß ßßßßß ÛÛÛÛ
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Nine Inch Nails
"PINION" ASCII
Written by Trent Reznor PIP
[GaRK?/GASH]
this is the first day of my last days
i built it up now i take it apart
climbed up real high now fall down real far
no need for me to stay
the last thing left i just threw it away
i put my faith in god and my trust in you
now there's nothing more fucked up i could do
wish there was something real wish there was something true
wish there was something real in this world of you
i'm the one without a soul
i'm the one with this big fucking hole
no new tale to tell
twenty six years on my way to hell
gotta listen to your
big time
hard line
bad luck
fist fuck
don't think you're having all the fun
you know me i hate everyone
wish there was something real wish there was something true
wish there was something real in this world of you
i want to but i can't turn back
but i want to
ÛÛ²±°°°
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²±° Well, weren't those just so freaking special? I know that this is
±° the second Tfile in a row that contained lyrics, but I shall make °
° something original, or something from someone else that is original °±
and put it in the next THO. Peace. °±²
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°°°±²ÛÛ
Care to be a distro or just want a free ANSi or VGA ad? Then try to
get into contact with Pip the Angry Youth at the GODnet address of
143/143:1 or call up the Asylum at 9o8ú914ú9318 with the NUP of I
LOVE FEDS. Well, I'll communicate with you in the next THO file that
I write. -Pip the angry Youth [GaRK?-GASH/THO]