March 21, 2002

Ok, another instance where I'm brainless so I'm going to copy something I found in My Documents. Please keep in mind that this is dated August 04, 2000. This is no excuse, but it is a forewarning.


A morgue, eh?

When the moon hits your head,
It will hurt
You’ll be dead
That’s a morgue, eh?
When you breathe your last breath
That’s the end
It is death
That’s a morgue, eh?

Bells’ll ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And they’ll sing, “Deceduto.”
Hearts’ll break, tippi-tippi-take, tippi-tippi-taken
away, went kaput-o

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