One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
Eight, Eight the burning Eight
Between Sunday and Monday hangs a day so dark
It will Devastate!
Friends are just enemies who don't have the guts to kill you.
I can forgive
but I can't forget.
I may not agree whit what you say,
but I will defend to the death your right to say it...
· Fri Dec 02, 2005 @ 03:22pm · 1 Comments