KARAOKE BAR TIME!

[Rob]

Well rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love don't rock easily it's true

Well rock the cradle of love
I rocked the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love don't rock easily it's true
Well now

It burned like a ball of fire
When the rebel took a little child bride
To tease yeah so go easy yeah

Cause love cuts a million ways
Shakes the devil when he misbehaves
I aint nobody's fool
Come on shake it up
Whatever I do

Rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love don't rock easily it's true

Sent from Heaven above that's right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes the pages of love don't talk decently it's true

Yeah flesh for your romeo
Ah yeah baby
I hear you moan
It's easy y' know how to please me yeah

This love starts my rollin train
You can't stop it
It aint in vain
I aint nobody's fool
Come on shake it up
Whatever you do

These are the wages of love
Rock the cradle of love
These are the wages of love
Ooh yeah
Rock the cradle

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well it burned like a ball on fire
When the rebel took a little child bride
To tease yeah I know how to please you yeah

Well my love starts a rollin train
You can't stop it
It aint in vain
I aint nobody's fool
Come on shake it up
Whatever I do

Rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Sent from Heaven above
That's right
To rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yeah cradle of love

That's me mama
I robbed the devil of love
All right
Cradle of love
If you teaze me tonight
If you sleaze me all right
If you appeaze me tonight
And let me ease you
Cradle of love

[FishiesGoPookPookPook]

*breaks out the swiffer sweeper and the long handled duster to knock about some cobwebs*


"drink to the dead" by clutch
IF KNEE DEEP IN CATNIP AT THE OLD ICE BOX,
I RECOMMEND YOU WHISTLE AND GIVE THE BOX THREE KNOCKS.
SHOULD YOU BE SO LUCKY TO HEAR WHISPERING,
IT IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU TO LEAP IN.

MAY YOU GO MARCHING IN THREE-MEASURE TIME,
DRESSED UP AS ASSES AND DRUNK TO THE NINES.
SWING FROM THE RAFTERS SHOUTING THOSE SONGS
GONE UNSUNG FOR FAR TOO LONG.

IF BOXING YOUR SHADOW AT THE WALL FULL OF MOSS
AND ANTLERS APPROACH YOU, THEN I AM AT A LOSS.

MAY YOU GO MARCHING IN THREE-MEASURE TIME,
DRESSED UP AS ASSES AND DRUNK TO THE NINES.
SWING FROM THE RAFTERS SHOUTING THOSE SONGS
GONE UNSUNG FOR FAR TOO LONG.

DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT’S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.

IF SURROUNDED BY TOADSTOOLS AT THE OLD GREEN GLEN,
I’M AFRAID THERE IS LITTLE THAT I CAN RECOMMEND,
SAVE ALL OF YOUR COURAGE AND SINCERE PRAYER.
AND WHERE YOU GO A’ TREADING TAKE THE UTMOST CARE.

DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT’S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT’S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.


this song WILL be played at my funeral and if you are unwilling to take a shot of rum you are NOT welcome at it! lol

[FishiesGoPookPookPook]

... i am fighting a losing battle every day ... and someday maybe i'll learn to just throw in the towel ... or maybe someday i just won't be able to get up ... or maybe someday i just won't wake up ...


bad habit by dresden dollsbiting keeps your words at bay
ending to the sores that stay
happiness is just a gash away
when i open a familiar scar
pain goes shooting like a star
comfort hasn't failed to follow so far

and you might say it's self-indulgent
you might say it's self-destructive
but you see it's more productive
than if i were to be happy

& pens and pen-knives take the blame
crane my neck & scratch my name
but the ugly marks
are worth the momentary gain
when i jab a sharpened object in
choirs of angels seem to sing
hymns of hate in memorandum

and you might say it's self-indulgent
you might say it's self-destructive
but you see it's more productive
than if i were to be healthy

and sappy songs about sex and cheating
bland accounts of two lovers meeting
make me want to give mankind a beating

and as the skin rips off
i cherish the revolting thought
that even if i quit
there's not a chance in hell i'd stop
and anyone can see the signs
mittens in the summertime
thank-you for your pity,
you are too kind

and you might say it's self-destructive
but you see i'd kick the bucket
sixty times before i'd kick the habit

and you might say it's self-inflicted
but you see that's contradictive
why on earth would anyone practice
self-destruction?

and pain opinions are sitcom feeding
they don't know that their minds are teething
makes me want to give mankind a beating...

i've tried bandages and sinking
i've tried gloves and even thinking
i've tried vaseline...
i've tried everything...

and no-one cares if your back is bleeding
they're concerned with their hair receding
looking back it was all maltreating
every thought that occurred misleading...
makes me want to give myself a beating...