The story of a man afraid of flying, and an angel afraid of falling, who somehow met in the middle. The man who denied the existence of angels came to love one. The angel who never felt began to feel. The man who was saved from an eternity in Hell by an angel. The angel who fell in every way imaginable for a man. The man, with a clear path to escape, decided instead to stay in Purgatory for a year, searching for his angel, praying to him every night. Begging. When he found him, he held him; he told him that he needed him, that he'd get him out, even if it killed them both. The angel rejected his faith, his family, his home, and everything he knew, so he could keep the man safe. They stay together despite fate, despite what they are, because they refuse to be pulled apart.

What every Tool fan boy will say. He's normally listened to dumb heavy metal and simple minded rock songs all his life and smoked pot. All of a sudden he discovered Tool and acts like he is smarter than everyone in the world. The reason the fans think they are smarter than everyone is because Tool uses so many intellectual theory and philosophy influence lyrics and imagery in their songs that the kids begin to think they're smarter than everyone because they think they understand something no one else understands. All of a sudden these kids feel superior to their peers who listen to simple minded rock and heavy metal. The reason this has happened because Tool's music is accessible to the mainstream and at the same time tool uses less accessible and strange ideas hidden behind their lyrics. this means they can capture and attract dumb people but hide stronger intellectual concept within their songs which are later discovered upon more careful analysis and research. the fanatic kids who put stronger research into tool's songs normally become psuedo intellectual art snobs and hipsters. these kids think tool is the greatest band on earth because compared to what these kids listened to all their life, eg dumb rocking power ballad and pop/rock bands, tool is superior in concept. tool is a great band, it's just their fans who become obnoxious with staunch conviction.

In the series of sonic the hedgehog 1- heroes these were the fastest game characters of all time!
Sonic the hedgehog
Amy the hedgehog
Shadow the hedgehog
Chaos the hedgehog

Basically the greatest thing of all time.

Dr. David Thorpe, PHD, a NASA scientist.

Crass – The Greatest Working Class Rip Off

CHORUS: Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi.

Another threatening glance, another macho stance/ Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed/ Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat/ Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear.

CHORUS

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain’t there nothing better to give?/ Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live?/ You tell me you’re a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?/ Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you’ve seen?/ Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we’ve seen it all before/ Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door/ Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head/ When you’re just a pathetic victim of the media you’ve been fed/ You’re lost in your own self pity, you’ve bought the system’s lie/ They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie/ Okay, so you’re right about one thing, no-one’s got the right to shit on you/ But what’s the point of shitting on yourself, what’s that gonna do?/ Working class hero beats up middle class twit/ Media labels, system’s shit/ When it looks like the people could score a win/ The system makes sure that the boot goes in.

Yeah it’s the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy/ It’s the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi/Ain’t it just a rip off, ain’t it just a rip off, ain’t it just a rip off, oi.

Punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed/ But look at how it is right now, do you really think you’re freed?/ Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate/ Punk’s got nothing to do with what you’re trying to create/ Anarchy, violence, chaos?/ You mindless fucking jerks/ Can’t you see you’re talking about the way the system works?/ Throughout our bloody history force has been the game/ The message that you offer is just the fucking same/ You’re puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance/ That’s right fuckers, sneer at us ‘cos we say “Give Peace a chance”/ Punk is dead you wankers, ‘cos you killed it through and through/ In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?/ Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how much you care?/ Will you take off now to the USA to spread your message there?/ Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing/ The only thing that’ll ever change will be the song you sing/ ‘Cos when you’ve bought your Rolls Royce car and luxury penthouse flat/ You’ll be looking down your nose and saying “Punk, dear chap, what’s that?”/ You’ll be the working class hero with your middle class dream/ And the world will be the same as the world has always been/ Punk’s the people’s music so you can stuff ideas of class/ That’s just the way the system keeps you sitting on your arse/ Class, class, class, that’s all you fucking hear/ Middle class, working class, I don’t’ fucking care.

It’s the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi/ What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi/ It’s the greatest human sell out, oi, oi, oi/ Ain’t it just a rip off oi, oi, oi

Punk’s the people’s music and I don’t care where they’re from/ Black or white, punk or skin, there ain’t no right or wrong/ We’re all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good/ You can stuff your false divisions ‘cos together I know we could/ Beat the system, beat its rule/ Ain’t got no class, I ain’t a fool/ Beat the system, beat its law/ Ain’t got no religion ‘cos I know there’s more/ Beat the system, beat its game/ Ain’t got no colour, we’re all the same/ People, people, not colour, class or creed/ Don’t destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed.

The only video games worth owning.