- watsonnostaw

WTF

WTF
- Not_Yan

it's terrible

freaky,
there's a double shot on mmr right now!

it's terrible
- Pecafan Fan

it gets good around 2:25

dave,
93.3 wmmr phil-a-delphia "workforce block" of the doors happening right now!

love me two times, dave!
one for tomorrow,
one just for today!

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

it gets good around 2:25
- watsonnostaw

love me two times, dave!
one for tomorrow,
one just for today!
- kicksave856

Strange Daves have found us
Strange Daves have tracked us down

Strange Daves have found us
Strange Daves have tracked us down
- the_cause2000

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
- kicksave856

Dogs

Dogs
- cabin

you and me. we boys now.

you and me. we boys now.
- kicksave856

my fav album of all time .

my fav album of all time .




- cabin

i spent years with that album, a black light, and a bong.

i spent years with that album, a black light, and a bong.
- kicksave856

I still live them memories .Although I ditched the black light. Too incriminating.

i spent years with that album, a black light, and a bong.
- kicksave856

tmi

tmi
- Flyfreaky

okay. i spent years with the album and the bong.

I still live them memories .Although I ditched the black light. Too incriminating.
- cabin

i also ditched the black light.

we never had any posters. just smoking with the black light on like retards.

i also ditched the black light.

we never had any posters. just smoking with the black light on like retards.
- kicksave856

the mystery of soundgarden is solved...

the mystery of soundgarden is solved...
- Flyfreaky

- kicksave856

- Flyfreaky

seriously. we're fighting if we ever meet.

we'll hang out after and have beers or whatever, but we're fighting first.

seriously. we're fighting if we ever meet.

we'll hang out after and have beers or whatever, but we're fighting first.
- kicksave856

should i bring the ben gay?

should i bring the ben gay?
- Flyfreaky

the poster? i haven't seen him in years. yes bring him.