Now I`m aimin' for heaven But probably wind up down in hell Where upon this alter I will hang my guilt ridden head But it`s time I`ll take before I begin Three sheets to the wind, Three sheets to the wind Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be Ah, no ball or chain no prison shall keep We`re the rebels of the sacred heart I said no ball or chain no prison shall keep
Post by devinlikeham on Jan 31, 2007 15:12:57 GMT -5
i want the red skull now. that cool as *bleep*.
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins So I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, Spray-paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill the headlights And put it in neutral Stock car flaming' with a loser And the cruise control Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D Got a couple of couches, Sleep on the love seat Someo
