2002-05-09 | LATTER DAY NIGHTS ALL RIGHT FOR FIGHTING

Whoa! I remember this song! It's pretty silly, but it's a subject I've always complained about. It's about people that come to your door and try to sell you stuff, or stop you when you're out in public trying to relax, and get you to read their inspirational religious parefarnelia. It used to happen to me all the time. And I was too nice, so I would listen to their whole schtick, even though I just wanted to go. Anyways, here's my epic tale. You wanna buy a copy, man? (I like the title of this song)

"SATTER DAY LAINT FEVER"

knocking on my door, i'm trying to sleep

keep away from me

keep your comments to yourself

it's all a memory

do you think you're getting through?

no one is listening

throw your book into the flame

do i burn? do i turn the page, and look at your opinions? I don't know.. I don't have the strength to tell you to go to hell...Do you even believe in hell...I've forgotten what I believe.. I've been so deceived.. By what I read.. Should I slam the door and spit into your palm? It just doesn't help. Now my head begins to swell. stressed, and I'm stressed, will i ever be blessed? Make this headache go away

bother me and ask for cash

i've got a fucking bus to catch

why do i act interested?

even thought i want you dead

propaganda is just no good

so i refuse to read the book

take a Zippo(tm) to your writ

Utah's lost within the smoke

it's not like it's their fault

take the blame for all of you

ruin it for all of us

convert one or marry four

take a dime from all the poor

- premature ejaculation | tantra +