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A Sinful Tradegy, Never Loved Though
Oh mommy is it really all true?
Would I do the things, I thought I’d do?
No I won’t wait.
Slide your hand into mine
Pen has risen
And I want everyone to know
We would come together in the middle of the night
Under the skies
And I want you to let me down
Oh please tell me mother that it was all true?
Everything you said, everything you’d do
Kiss your world
Goodbye
You don’t miss me
I don’t miss you
You were right
Falling from the first to the last
I want to make this story go by fast
From beginning to end
Excuse me
Writing a tradegy
And it’s all about me
Mom would you tell me that it was all true?
Everything you said, everything you’d do?
Plot line is rushing by fast
Climax won’t stay to last
Characters too crazy and insane
Would the editor take this page?
Writer’s been excused
Excuse me, while I take some pills
Excuse me, while I take a little nap
Mommy won’t you go and wake me on up?
Don’t think anyone, has read enough
Mother would you tell them the truth?
That I never, really loved through






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Donut-Mutt
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commentCommented on: Sat Dec 02, 2006 @ 07:02pm
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great granchildren believe
You could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Muriel Stonewall
1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now you should never have to watch
Your only children lowered in the ground
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75
He rode his
Bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Ohhh, 1940 to 1992

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Feel the rain
I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Gravedigger


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