We don’t need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teacher, leave them kids alone Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall We don’t need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat? You! (if you don’t eat yer meat) Yes, you behind the bike stands (you can’t have any pudding) (How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?) Stand still, laddy! You! Yes, you behind the bike stands…
My 2 cents –
okay this song has a story. I started 9th grade 6 weeks late due to childbirth. my best friend at the time (who was dating ny step brother) decided that my first day of school hadd to be special. She brought a big boombox to school and as I got off the bus blasted this song so loud the cafeteria windows shook. it was incredible and memorable.
Excitement abounds I almost can’t wait Relax, I don’t want your baby I already ate Though I do tend to generally kill Kill things that don’t fight back I see this village What does it hold? What shall I butcher them with Fire or cold? Running from me sure you’d think ‘He’s a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!’ I’d kill kittens and puppies and bunnies I’d maim toddlers and teens and then more You see a wife? I see a widow But what then? Can’t you see? I’d kill four! I want to incinerate and decapitate I want to melt Want to melt some faces Watching the peasants…what do they call it? Ahh…grieve! I suppose that being undead there’s not much to life A soul is needed for loving…feeling… How does this all not make me…what’s that word again? Heave! You’ve nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Your village will burn like the heart of the sun! With infinite glee It’s going to be me That slaughters the world! How could I glare into these eyes And then not stab them? How could I stare at their loss And then not laugh? I’d cut him in half Then I’d graft His head back onto his shoulders Or after I’d lop it I’d make a puppet On top of a staff! I am a lord that is sometimes bored Have some urges and need to fulfill them After my mayhem I simply don’t…what’s the word? Care! The stench in the air The smell of the gore The carnage far greater than any war My legacy Death becomes…me! I’ll slaughter the world
My 2 cents –
okay I am in a silly mood. this is one of two great parody songs that the looking for group comic guys put together with an animated video for. I love them both.
It’s in the way she often calls me out It’s in the cut of your pretty gown Your come-on legs and your pantyhose You look so precious with your bloody nose We’re gonna come together We’re gonna celebrate We’re gonna gather ’round Like it’s your birthday I don’t want to know just what I’m gonna do I don’t care where you’re going I’m coming along with you Walking her home with the grassy field Falling and laughing at the drinks we’ve spilled Just one of those nights that I have to share Chasing the death, without a care We’re gonna come together We’re gonna celebrate We’re gonna gather around Like it’s your birthday I don’t wanna know just what I’m gonna do I don’t care where you’re going I’m coming along with you You know I love the way you curve Yeah We’re gonna come together We’re gonna celebrate We’re gonna gather ’round Like it’s your birthday I don’t wanna know just what I’m gonna do I don’t care where you’re going I’m coming along with you
My 2 cents –
Thursday is the birthday of my boyfriend. we will be 32 years together in May. Happy birthday Joe.