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Soveriegns Of Bell Issue 07
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/ | Soveriegns | \ As the shovel speaks unto the ground,
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/ | Bell | | \ Hands that cannot build must steal.
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/ / | | / \| |_ With love to Ma Bell.
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/ \ | ||__\ \ Issue #7 By Flatline and Dr. No -
/ \ | \ Deep from the dead,
\__________________/_________ /__________/ there rises..
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TOMBSTONE - By Flatline
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A Tombstone is where I live
And a Casket is my bed
My covers are but my skin
And my blood -- no longer red
Death is just an image
Which to everyone seems bad
Except for the flies and maggots
Nothing is really sad
The dirt is only insolation
And the grass is there for a look
The sky is colored blue
And the moon is in a hook
And as I lay here waiting
With something poking at my eye
Now I know the truth....
There is no life after you die....
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Disco Ball of Terror - By Flatline
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Spin, spin, spin
Spin it again
Blades 'a slashing
Lights 'a flashing
Pain and screams 'a flying
The DJ flies from his table
Your pigment turns white in fear
Running for the exit just near
Falling, Falling, FAlling
The pavement breaks the fall
Must find that evil disco ball
Smoke fills the room
Need to change those Fruit of the Looms
Your Worst Dream is now here
Flip on the lights
YOUR FEAR IS NO MORE!!!
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Straight Jacket - By Flatline
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Caught in a coat
Dressed in white
Can't get out
I'm not sick
I'm not mad
Straps on back
Arms getting tired
Arms getting stiff
Can't get out
I'm not mad
I'm not sick
POP, POP
Out of joint
Slip on through
Just one more
I'm not mad
I'm not sick
I'm FREE....
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No Fear - By Flatline
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Knuckles whiter than fear
The wound is slowly healing,
On my shirt it starts to smear
And I have this awful feeling....
Like my victim is very near
I am God in my mind
Like the slaves' overseer
I smell flesh -- A white man's kind
In my sights -- I'm hunting him like a deer
The taste in my mouth dries
I come close and whisper in his ear
"Look into my deadly eyes"
Push him down and spill his beer
Cut his throat and watch him scream
Now he has no fear....
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Worried - By Dr. No
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There is no use, I'm an oddity.
I like strange things, I do things even stranger.
People wonder about me,
but I'm not worried.
My dad is a very forceful man.
Nice when he's quiet,
mean when he's not.
I think he likes to toture people's minds.
It's probably a side effect of the military,
but I'm not worried.
We've lived in a dozen different places,
from the Land of Sunshine to the North Pole,
to a place where you can't understand what people
say without a little book.
We liked all those places, yet hated them somehow.
We live here now and will probably move again,
but I'm not worried.
Who would want a little wretch like me?
Maybe I'll find out some day.
Hidden beneath this shell of a good me is a demon,
waiting to come out.
I have tried to summon him many times, but to no avail.
He will come some day,
and I'm not worried.
Even though I'm not worried, I am in fact.
I think about these things when I am locked in my room,
listening to music and staring at the ceiling.
There I think wonderful thoughts, and terrible ones.
There I worry.
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