I’ve been too f’ing sensitive lately. So today’s song lyrics are much beloved to me, uplifting, full of good cheer. Name that band, and don’t cheat by googling the lyrics, weasels:
And when I get your blood I rip your throat
Your blood I rip your throat
I want your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood
or how about this one:
Black dress moves in a blue movie
Graverobbers from outer space
or:
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
Don’t cheat! Name that band, for extra love name each tune. The first person to get it right gets…well, I guess that depends who’s the first person to get them right what I’d give them…
gimme a break. too, too easy.
how about i add a few more lines to each?
we bite, we bite, we bite (repeat, ad nauseum)
when your pulmonary trembles in your outstretched arm, trembles so wicked. 2 inch nails, micro-waste, with a pale white feline face, inclination eyebrows out to there.
with jaded eyes and features, you think they really care, i ain’t your…
(you can’t do this sort of thing with me around. i dedicated the better part of 4 years memorizing these lyrics. i’ll take my beer now)
you can have your beer. leave your house and your safe darkened room and come get it!