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My name is Patrick Purdy And I have a duty To kill as many children As I can So it's off to school Where I used to go With my AK-47 In my hands Patrick
The Green River murderer He's still out there The authorities cant' find him For the prostitutes slain by him Forty-eight and counting Dead prostitutes
You went to see the Who And the people there trampled you You were underneath their shoes There was nothing you could do Trampled to death at the concert
I'll smash your fuckin' face It's such a fuckin' disgrace I'll kick it fuckin' in It's such a fuckin' sin I'll gouge your fuckin' eyes I'll make you fuckin
you wrecked. What the heck Richard Speck, eight nurses you wrecked. He tied them up inside of a room. And one by one he causes them much GLOOM. He stabbed
Sunsets lost in Skies of hazy greys June gloom sets in Puts me in a daze Nothing changes All we do is wait Our heads hanging Shaking in dismay '
deeply satisfying There is something from inside That is huge, that is cruel That is something That you'll never understand Somewhere beyond the far horizon The Gods of gloom
Dark is the dream - no one hears my scream I can't stand those staring eyes Eyes of the forest gloom Eyes of the forest gloom Predator eyes that watch
blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off I will possess my shroud take life for which I vowed Choke men into their tombs I am the shroud of gloom
pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds The witches are gathered, a hideous coven In delirious tones, they are shouting Foul mysterious words as they go Through the gloom
Each of your steps brings the end nearer Burning eyes, hot lips, face is a picture, your dreams belong to the past and the same again - dipping tired
) I see a house, a house of stone A lonely house, 'cos now you're gone Seven rooms, that's all it is, seven rooms of gloom I live with emptiness, without
Follow all familiar paths now Accessing all human minds Injecting my veins with your hatred My focus never stays the same Pure! So fresh I can test it
he said the whole thing stinks. He said, "It's such a bore, it's nothing more than playing Tiddly-Winks." So, Doom and gloom and doom and gloom Hounds
Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view
CHORUS A glooming peace this morning with it brings The sun for sorrow will not show its head Go hence to talk no more of these sad things Some shall
Hair grows through skin like moss green soaked from ape cum man flees from house and runs to the tree canopy