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Previous - this entry written on January 25, 2004 at 2:48 am - Next Seriously, this song is SO Diaryland's themesong. Yes, there are some damned unique, damned cool journals out there. There are incredibly interesting posts. And then there's the other 99.99% of the fluff that gets put up, and yes, I'm including more'n half of my posts in that too. "This Is The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson Everything's been said before There's nothing left to say anymore When it's all the same You can ask for it by name Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence Blah, blah, blah Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely Stick your stupid slogan in Everybody sing along Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence Blah, blah, blah Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely Stick your stupid slogan in Everybody sing along Are you motherf**kers ready for the new shit? Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming This is the new shit Stand up and admit it Do we need it? NO! Do we want it? YEAH! This is the new shit Stand up and admit it Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence Blah, blah, blah Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely Stick your stupid slogan in Everybody sing along Everything's been said before There's nothing left to say anymore When it's all the same You can ask for it by name Are you motherf**kers ready for the new shit? Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming This is the new shit Stand up and admit it Do we need it? NO! Do we want it? YEAH! This is the new shit Stand up and admit it Now it's you-know-who I've got the you-know-what I stick it in the you-know-where You know why, you don't care Now it's you-know-who I've got the you-know-what I stick it in the you-know-where You know why, you don't care Now it's you-know-who I've got the you-know-what I stick it in the you-know-where You know why, you don't care Now it's you-know-who I've got the you-know-what I stick it in the you-know-where You know why, you don't care Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence Blah, blah, blah Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely Stick your stupid slogan in Everybody sing along Are you motherf**kers ready for the new shit? Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming This is the new shit Stand up and admit it Do we need it? NO! Do we want it? YEAH! This is the new shit Stand up and admit it Let us We're entertaining you Let us We're entertaining you Let us We're entertaining you Let us We're entertaining you Let us We're entertaining you ...heh. Cynicism my arse. My throat is a slender curve of razorblades and refusal and the hell that even breathing has become. Swallowing feels like torture. Damn, I wish I could bottle this stuff and use it short-term to torture people. It'd work so WELL. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
