Joe Concedes Ultimate Defeat By Blowing His Face Skywards With A Shotgun
Joe conceeds ultimate defeat by blowing his face skywards with a shotgun Joe concedes ultimate defeat and blows his face into the street i guess he's just a piece of meat waiting for its soul to find its feet and walk away
i must admit i was afraid a little bit i was afraid for myself i was afraid for myself
'cause everything curls up and dies in the end
and i'm just afraid of something everyones afraid of even the fonze must be afraid of what lies beyond even steven seagal must wake up in a cold sweat sometimes pondering the nature of time - how it only seems to disappear one day you're born and the next you're hearing voices from the corner of the old folks home was that a burglar? or something much more sinister? like the ghost of someone you used to know? maybe an ex-husband or wife, I dunno but what they're saying is there's no room for you up there in heaven you did those weeji boards when you where young and you brought one or two records by iron maiden
and it might sound petty but i even had an argument with the lord about some records by tom petty that i brought when i was only 12 years old i mean it's kind of rock and rock but it's not enough to damn my soul to hell i said but he said "that's the choice you made" and he went through this whole sorry sad charade of playing American girl backwards in a bid to show me the seeds of evil that it had planted inside but we played it back and it sounded like nothing at all just a load of noise and he said "i feel like a fool and of course i'll let you in but first can you tell all your blasphemous friends of earth that they're going to hell" and that's what brings me here to tell you about your evential damnation or am i just a figment of an old mans imagination come too far 'cause it happens to us all in the end you end up alone and your only friend is the faintest belief that the end isn't really the end but inside you sort of know that the end really is the end