Well, Davey's had it up to here
bangin' his head on the wall
So he's tied his pants to the prison bars
and he's hung
'til he's clear
of it all.









.....IT'S A KICK IN THE HEAAAAD
AND A PRISON BEDDDDD
AND YOU TELL ME IT'S THE LAW

psychosocial
psychosocial
psychosocial
psychosocial

deftones digital bath.....i feeeeel like a biiiiird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there were six men in Birmingham,
in Guildford there's four,
they were picked up and tortured
and framed by the law,
and the filth got promotion,
but they're still doing time,
for being Irish in the wrong place
and at the wrong time

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midniiiiight!

Life in prison, is it enough for what they do?
One day soon, so very close, it could be you.
A life for a life, that's the way, the only way I say.
The chair is best, also sweet.
The power's all we pay.

The power's all we pay.
We'll end it all today.
The power's all we'll pay.

Thirty years is all they do.
Less if they are good.
All this time, we pay their way,
'Cause goodies say we should.
Then they're out, they're on the loose,
To do it once again.
Back in they go, more we pay,
They say they are insane.

They say they are insane,
Blown right out their mind.
Really gone insane.

The people's vote, it should be cast,
Murderers would not last.
Eject the filth from my lifestyle,
Keep them just on file.

To take a life, it is a shame.
They've only themselves to blame.
Death should be the penalty,
Quick and cold and finally.

Give them food, and beds they say,
The people, they will pay.
Treat them good, talk to them,
Teach them how to pray.
Does it work? Of course not.
We'll end it all today.
As I said, let's have a vote,
Let them know our way.

Let them know our way.
We'll execute today.
The power's all we'll pay.

How many victims unlawfully killed upon this earth?
Homicidal killers, can you tell me what they're worth?
They never give a reason, they never tell you why.
We'll save their souls, take their lives.
Let them die, oh let them die.

Prepare the patient's scalp
to peel away
metal caps his ears
he'll hear not what we say

Solid steel Visor
Riveted cross his eyes
Iron staples closed his jaws
so no one hears his cries,

The skull beneath the skin
The skull beneath,

Now you're drawn and quatered
your bones will make the X
this symbol stands for poison
and it's chain to your head

And as we fold your arms
to make the holy cross
we cross the crucifix
religion has been lost.

This post was edited by Oliver-The-Killer on Nov 27 2010 12:57am

im gonna pick you up, baby; throw you over my shoulder
take you away; im gonna carry you home

so many people want to leave; i dont know why they dont just go
lets get out of here

One Day by Matisyahu, can't get enough

or Mumford and sons Winter Winds

I won't need anymore memories
For the next 50 years I could still write you love songs
I won't need anymore photographs
To remember the color of the clothes you wore that night

I get goosebumps every time I hear this.