charlie

life and times
2002-09-09 05:52:05 (UTC)

time for a song

I've read these diaries.. most of them contain a song or
two that represents the person who has been writting in
them. Well, quite frankly it seemed like a damn good idea.
So here is my song that represents me in EVERY possible way
*evil snicker*


Beck - Pay no Mind

Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock and roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high through the garbage pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why
I pay no mind
I sleep in slime
I just got signed

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge and the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job

Honey, that's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
That's why,
I pay no mind (x7)

If you took this seriously, then i am laughing at you right
now. This post was meant to be taken as nothing but a joke
(pure humor), once you start getting into the habbit of
taking the things i say seriously, then you're fucked.

lol, peace,
Charlie





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