Lyrics:
and low
Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate
Standing all alone every night you see her wait
She waits for the boy who marched away
of love in all its glory
They tell when the lights are soft an' low
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every night you'll see
a tale of love in all it's glory,
they tell when the lights are soft an' low!
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
standing all alone every
a tale of love in all it's glory,
They tell when the lights are soft an' low!
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every
a tale of love in all it's glory,
they tell when the lights are soft an' low!
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
standing all alone every
a tale of love in all it's glory,
They tell when the lights are soft an' low!
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every
and low
Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate
Standing all alone every night you see her wait
She waits for her boy who marched away and though
defective
Decided people should be updated.
Replaced limb-by-limb, myself I dissected
It was so good I tried to fake my own death
Post-Human Nightmare
brought me thought me up to
haunt you taunt you till you learned that
this is the point of no return
no more deals and no pretence
this is the point of no
brought me thought me up to
haunt you taunt you till you learned that
this is the point of no return
no more deals and no pretence
this is the point of no
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
One awaits an answer by return post
Waiting, waiting
Try to remember how long it's been
There was more to us than paper and pen
Think how easy
food
What will happen to the farmers
Post covid the world bank talks about helping countries get back on track
In return for structural reforms
Are tens
don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live life by the sword
And if you live by it, die
life by the sword
And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still kill your horse
Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night
I'll have a suicide
Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
A rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
Twas on one dark and stormy night
The snow was on the ground
The sailor boy was at his post
His ship was outward bound
His sweetheart standing
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
is pre, mid or post
Just keep the faith no matter what
'Til He returns with all His host
We've read the Book. We know the end
Who knows how long we
have deluged the Deviants with around 250 separate posts
One of which, the longest by far, has over 7,000 reads already
The serialized horror story will
Post office clerk puts up signs saying "Position closed"
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
Janitors padlock the gate for
We might as well be ghosts
Upon this earth
We might as well be lost
With no return
And you think that I find my way
'Cross the loneliest night
'Cross
of growth
It's here I find a force to reckon before I go home
Travelling by rail between the great cities
Confidently strolling naively through the streets
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