Luna The Rubbish Raccoona: A Cautionary Tale
Look At Luna Raccoona!
Rumaging Through That Rubbish
Counting down the time
Till You're Rubbish Too
Counting on your Penny Well Wish,
Crawling while you climb
That is what you'll do!
From Aimes To Altoona!
Balls To The Wall, Walls To The Heart:
The Smartest Art There Is To Cause Your Fall.
I'd rather have a happy ending
than a pitiful start.
I guess that's how it goes
When you're too old to care
and too young to hold out.
When your balls own your heart.
And you don't care who knows
that you aren't being fair.
And Now you're out of clout.
and in need of some mending.
It's time you should be spending
the kind where we're apart.
And not so much on clothes
or product for your hair.
'Cause it's no way to clear doubt,
it's just endless pretending.
Think about who you're offending
with your cruel, haughty art.
To keep you on your toes.
It's just enough to scare
you right out of your bout
and once again ascending.
My Violin Case And Some Everclear
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It was cut because there was no violence.
T-800: "I am here to pick up my dry-cleaning."
Clerk: "Sir, this is a Wendy's.™"
T-800: "I did not come here to play games."
Clerk: "Do you even own clothes other than the ones you're wearing?"
T-800: "This is not about how many clothes I own."
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