me ma says when my hair is dark, it makes me look to 'hard' i dont know what that means. i really have nothing to write about today, just trying (futile, FUTILE!!!) to write often........going back to roja hair though, me thinks...i dont know, whatev....the worm is getting a deck for her bday. its all she's asked for, and im soooooooo ok w/ that...well she asked for that and a new pair of half cabs....but thats a given. she gets a new pair every year at this time...costumes are coming along nicely. you know as well as i do that all hallows is better than xmas for me and my kiddo....it is NOT a joke that we have been known to show up at family functions, be it thxgiving, or xmas or easter mass or whatev, in full on zombie regalia.....i have more zombie related makeup than regular makeup in my house and im totally ok with it....songs in my head like crazy today....woke up wanting to listen to op ivy....so i did, which got me back on a rancid kick(NIHILISM!!!) *sidebar: g, do you remember going to rancid w/ me and tucker? i think that was the night i threw up in my shot glass at the rogue..last action..swooooon...opened...top 10 show easy..do you also remember when i couldnt remember my own name standing in the presence that is tim armstrong? or dave navarro? or that wussy mike ness? grrrr* which in turn reminded me that the transplants were f'ing amazing for the short time....oh man i hope travis barker is ok...haha, a d d?? nah..so i dialed up my last.fm profile and clicked on the magic button to cyberspace that connected me directly to 'operation ivy radio; featuring op ivy, rancid, dhc,anti-flag....' um, i was happy....i am happy. ska makes me happy. the clash makes me happiest...these are not new revelations, im just rambling for the sake of rambling....
Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said
Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead
I exercise my lyrical stylings
And all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten
I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you?
No, aw, the story's sorry but true
Lord, did you really want them to go?
No, oh you're so goddamn cold
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you
(watch me now)
You got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you
You got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you
Shotgun, Fast Lane, on the Highway to Hell
Germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells
Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh
I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half
We came too far now, nowhere we can flop
Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop
We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk
Around the world with the Rancid Punx
This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts
Fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts
Ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle
P U N X tattooed on my knuckles
Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you
(watch me now)
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you
I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine
But I still stay focused through good and bad times
Compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night
I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight
From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds
They counted me out, from what? I'm not done
Give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world
Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you
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