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mulla seisoo...

Do you ever think about
What a lovely place the world would be
Without all the people
That make life so unpleasant?

All the small, petty people
All the ugly, annoying people
It's hard not to think about it

I like to think about
What could be
Done to these people
Something cruel
Something mean
Something just
But the meaner the better
Goodness knows they deserve it

Have you ever dreamed of
Killing all the stupid people?
Not just the unintelligent people
But the sort that don't know anything about anything
But seem to have opinions about everything
They're only too ready to offer their advice about
How to run your life
And yet look at how they run their own lives
For the most part they've accomplished nothing
They've contributed nothing
Their lives are miserable
But they talk, talk, talkÂ…
At the very least their tongues should be cut out
At the very least

Do you ever wanna
Kill all the people who tell lies?
Some certainly deserve it
Not necessarily the big liars
Or even those who teach lies as truth
I'm talking about people
Who say one thing and do another
Or who tell you they sent something express mail
When you know they haven't

Did you ever want to
Kill all the slow people in the world?
The people who are in front of you
When they should be behind you
A crime that the swift should be help back by the slow
And it's criminal that nothing is going to rectify it

And what about all the really ugly people?
Add them to the list as well
Some people try not to think about life's ugliness
I've thought about it
I've thought about it quite a lot
Something should be done to these people
Something to make them suffer
The way they've made us suffer

I say, bring back the Circus Maximus
For starters
Unless these weeds are dealt with
TheyÂ’ll poison everything
They are poisoning everything
We need a gardener
A brutal gardener
A thorough, thoughtful gardener
An iron gardener

Whatever happened to Vlad the Impaler?
Where's Genghis Kahn when you need him?
Or Roi d'Ys?
Ayatollah Khomeini?
Adolf Hitler?
Benito Mussolini?
Nero?
Diocletian?
Kitchener?

Come back!
Come back!

You call yourself mates but your really just fools
Back stabbing ejits who don´t play the rules
Take what you can get and you give nothing back
Scabby,lazy,greedy and definately Jack

Short memories,Short memories always on the squeeze
Short memories,Short memories never do nothing to please

Forget we´re the one´s who helped you through bad times
Stood up for you when you commited crimes
Fed you and gave you a place to lay yor head
if i see you now i´ll leave you for dead

You don´t seem to understand what it´s like to have a mate
Someone to rely on, someone to place your faith
When yor women,drugs and drink have all gone
Then you´ll remember the words of this song

You´ll be old and grey and left on the shelf
With no one to talk to apart yourself
Die alone in a bedsit somewhere
Cause your short memory no one will care

-Klingonz