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Prettyville
Contributed by
Steeleyes
on
Tuesday, 3rd June 2003 @ 11:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Moms apple pie is arsenic laced
She buys it at the grocers store
Along with all the helpless geeks
Whos lives are one big snore
But today theres something diffrent
She smells the scorching heat
Watching the putrid goggle box
It knocks her off her feet
Some gooks have been nasty
And dont do it the American way
She snarls in brainless fury
And swears that they will pay
Next day is Sunday and off she heads
To the pink chapel in the park
All white lace and ponytails
To hear the horny preacher bark
Good citizens of Prettyville
I hear such an awful thing!
Abroad are unwashed foreigners
They deserve a good beating!
Oh me oh my what a stir
Among the bow-ties and the dresses
Such a thing can not be borne
With us no one messes
Smash the punks and rip them up
They cannot be truly holy
Dont they know we are the cream
And they are black and lowly?
So they hide the slaughter in angels wings
Make believe the killing is lovely
They carry their conscience in a pretty bag
Then rot in hell, but slowly
Copyright ©
Steeleyes
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2003-06-03 11:05:00]
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Re: Prettyville
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by TFLM on
Tuesday, 3rd June 2003 @ 11:57:23 PM AEST
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| Prejudice, snobbishness, and conceit are dreadful traps. Thankyou for highlighting them |
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