08-13-2005, 01:07 PM
You chop up the body in to sections and drive out to a hog farm.
The hogs will dispose of every last scrap of evidence, even the bones.
How do I know this? I live in the South. People come up missing all the time. They never find the bodies.
The hogs will dispose of every last scrap of evidence, even the bones.
How do I know this? I live in the South. People come up missing all the time. They never find the bodies.
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...."