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Strange Little Girl

Little girl who lives down the lane

Sat in a lonely room, you grew up far too soon

They're gonna find out some day

Think what your daddy said

They'll try to turn your head

Don't let them take you away

Keep lighting cigarettes, they haven't guessed it yet

Daddy can't see you today

Little girl who lives down the lane

You're a strange girl

Little girl who lives down the lane

In your strange world
Limousine parked outside

There's nowhere left to hide

Landlady's onto your game

What is she trying to do? Is she afraid of you?

Mamma behaved just the same

She's what the lady saw, under the cellar door

They're gonna think you're insane

Little girl who lives down the lane

You're a strange girl

Little girl who lives down the lane

In your strange world

Mario magic man trusts in some master plan

See how your daddy appears

He brought a change of luck digging the garden up

Buried the last of your fears

Keep lighting cigarettes, they haven't guessed it yet

Daddy can't see you today

Little girl who lives down the lane

You're a strange girl

Little girl who lives down the lane

In your strange world

What's your name girl? Such a strange girl

What's your game girl? In this strange world

What's your name girl? You're a strange girl

What's your game girl? Such a strange world

What's your name girl? Such a strange girl

You're insane girl. Such a shame

Strange Little Girl
by Gothic Miscreant October 9, 2023
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(How To Be) A Millionaire

I've seen the future, huh, I can't afford it and
Tell you the truth, sir, someone just bought it
Say Mr. Whispers, here come the click of dice
Roulette and blackjack, build us a paradise
Larger than life and twice as ugly
If we have to live there, you'll have to drug me
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt
At the hands of fate (so tell me)
Tell me, tell me
How to be (how to be) a millionaire
Tell me, tell me
How to be (how to be) a millionaire
Millionaire, billionaire, trillionaire
Hardly surprising if you might consider
Loyalties go to the highest of bidders
Want my opinion? I'd give you ten to one
Give me a million, a franchise on fun (woo!)
But there are millions who often get nowhere
And there's just one secret I think you should share
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt
At the hands of fate (so tell me)
Tell me, tell me
How to be (how to be) a millionaire
Tell me, tell me
How to be (how to be) a millionaire
Millionaire, billionaire, zillionaire
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate (come on, come on)
For all the cards you were dealt, babe
At the hands of fate (so tell me)
Tell me, tell me
How to be (how to be) a millionaire
Tell me, tell me
How to be (how to be) a millionaire
Who wants to be a millionaire?
I do! I don't! I do!
Who wants to be a millionaire?
I do! I don't!
I've seen the future, I can't afford it and
by Gothic Miscreant December 17, 2023
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Tick

A disgusting insect that lives off other organisms by feeding off their blood. Often carry bacteria and harmful diseases like Lyme Disease.
Ticks are really disgusting animals; and I hope to never get bitten by one.
by Gothic Miscreant December 6, 2023
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What I Am

A song by the band Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians.

It’s a really stupid song, the lyrics don’t even make any sense. The music is okay. But the song is really dumb, if you think about it… they never even had a hit ever since.
What I Am - When I was a kid in the 90’s I remember on FM pop (Adult Contemporary) radio stations they would almost exclusively play this song over and over again, along with “That’s All” by Genesis and “You Gotta Be” by Des’ree.

When my mom drove me to school every morning in her car, they would always play those 3 songs on the radio almost everyday in the 90’s and it was so annoying, you would get sick of hearing ‘em.
by Gothic Miscreant October 16, 2023
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Fuck the USA

There really is nothing nice about USA
You go to the hospital you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
They don't really bother about the radiation leak
Fuck the USA
They keep their secrets undercover
The rich don't bother about those that suffer
This ain't the land of milk and honey
Cause all they want is money money money
Fuck the USA
Nuclear bombs are fuck all new
You'd better start running when they drop on you
Run into a shelter, play hide and seek
Cause when you die your body reeks
Fuck the USA
There really is nothing nice about USA
You go to the hospital you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
They don't really bother about the radiation leak
Fuck the USA
by Gothic Miscreant December 2, 2023
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Rapture

Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack

Face to face
Sightless solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
DJ spinnin' I said, "My my"
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
François c'est pas, Flash ain't no dude
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's eatin' bars, yeah wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
Said don't stop to punk rock

Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where the TV's on
Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up
by Gothic Miscreant February 21, 2024
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