10-26-2004, 06:04 PM
Blame it on the acid that was gurgling gurgling
Blame it on the sausage I ate that night...
Think I gonna spew... Don't know what to do
Sorry. I bet all of you now have the original song stuck in your head. I am such a nasty bastard.
Blame it on the sausage I ate that night...
Think I gonna spew... Don't know what to do
Sorry. I bet all of you now have the original song stuck in your head. I am such a nasty bastard.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."