Friday, December 03, 2004
Part Of The System Lyrics Blogging
This week I finally broke down and purchased a cellular telephone, making me a certified cellular telephony. And, of course, I celebrated the fact by waking my brother up real early, jumping up and down with the phone to my ear screaming "I'M PART OF THE SYSTEM! I'M PART OF THE SYSTEM!!" Life is good.
Been tired as hell all week long. Who knew everyone shipped shit FedEx after Thanksgiving? Yes, that IS my excuse for the lack of blogtacular entries here at Evil Brian's Evil Thoughts.
Also, I just recently started getting into Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events and, I must say, the books are quite interesting and well-written. I finished the first book in less than a day, and have started on the second (I still have to find and purchase the third). I'm hoping to get all three read before the movie comes out on the 17th. I highly recommend reading at least the first book. Delightful, and more than just slightly depressing and disturbing. A good read.
This week's Friday Night Lyrics needs no explanation, it's just a fucking kickass song. Enjoy.
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This week I finally broke down and purchased a cellular telephone, making me a certified cellular telephony. And, of course, I celebrated the fact by waking my brother up real early, jumping up and down with the phone to my ear screaming "I'M PART OF THE SYSTEM! I'M PART OF THE SYSTEM!!" Life is good.
Been tired as hell all week long. Who knew everyone shipped shit FedEx after Thanksgiving? Yes, that IS my excuse for the lack of blogtacular entries here at Evil Brian's Evil Thoughts.
Also, I just recently started getting into Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events and, I must say, the books are quite interesting and well-written. I finished the first book in less than a day, and have started on the second (I still have to find and purchase the third). I'm hoping to get all three read before the movie comes out on the 17th. I highly recommend reading at least the first book. Delightful, and more than just slightly depressing and disturbing. A good read.
This week's Friday Night Lyrics needs no explanation, it's just a fucking kickass song. Enjoy.
Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance
Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
Condoleeza Rice is nice, but I prefer A-Roni.
And that man on the T.V. who speaks to the dead, you know that man's a phony.
Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot.
Everybody move to Canada right now. Here's how we do it:
Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance
Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
Condoleeza Rice is nice, but I prefer A-Roni.
And that man on the T.V. who speaks to the dead, you know that man's a phony.
Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot.
Everybody move to Canada right now. Here's how we do it:
Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
"The Mob Goes Wild"
Clutch
Blast Tyrant
2004
