Pinworm's Bad, Loud.

IRON-EYES said:

AN ACTUAL CRAIG'S LIST PERSONALS AD
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last.
Date: 2013-11-27, 1:43 am . E.S.T.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled
the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when
I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason.. my girlfriend was happy that I just returned safely from my 2nd tour as a CombatMarinein Afghanistan .. She had just bought me that Kimber
Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head ... isn't it?!
I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with crap in your pants. I'm sure it
was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. (That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again).
After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of
what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That
made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb ..... after I broke the
windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car.
Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning
President Obama as my possible target.
The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.).
;In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution
is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path
you've chosen to pursue in life.. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day!
Thoughtfully yours, Semper fi,
Alex

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Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.
Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.
The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn't take flight, brass
Knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from
Traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.

What do you do when there's nowhere to go? Empty pools and punk
Rock shows, after that nobody knows and the sun goes down and the
Streetlights glow. We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust
With the punk rock south day girls screaming lyrics at us. From the
Backseat kicking up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust.

Out of control and you've shivered my timbers, i'm all fucked up the
Moon's just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers.
The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and
We're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
Yea, The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and
We're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.
Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.
The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn't take flight, brass
Knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from
Traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.

The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and
We're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
Yea, The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and
We're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
Kick us when we're down we're not going away, we're the stray dogs that
Chase you the ones that betray you. And wild through the streets
And sleep with the decay of all that you have left us like fit disarray
Out of control and you've shivered my timbers, tell us to shut up
And we'll give you the finger, yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Silence is golden but duct tape is silver OBEY!

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You shunned me when you thought you were a good boy
You use me now you think you're really bad
I'm always there just hiding on the corner
And I'll be there on your dying bed
You're Chiva, Chiva, how may I please ya?
Chiva, Chiva, don't be afraid
Pick me up - slam down
You're never gonna fell the same
I'm the dying that lies on your corner
I'm the punk who wants to play the role
I'm the outfit and they eyes of a dreamer
I'm the needle in the hands of a fool
You're Chiva, Chiva, how may I please ya?
Chiva, Chiva, don't be afraid
Pick me up - slam down
You're never gonna fell the same
Chiva, Chiva
Chiva, Chiva
I'm the reason you'll steal from your brother
I'm the concious bearing in your head
I'm the demon whispering in the darkness
Come with me leave your world behind
You're Chiva, Chiva, how may I please ya?
Chiva, Chiva, don't be afraid
Pick me up - slam down
You're never gonna fell the same
Die

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I make decision with precision
Lost inside this manned collision
Just to see that what is to be
Perfectly my fantasy
I came to know with now dismay
That in this world we all must pay
Pay to write, pay to play
Pay to cum, pay to fight
And all in time,
With just our minds
We soon will find
What's left behind
Not long ago when things were slow
We all got by with what we know
The end is near. Hearts filled with fear
Don't want to listen to what they hear
And so it's now we choose to fight
To stick up for our bloody right
The right to sing, the right to dance
The right is ours... We'll take the chance
A peace together
A piece apart
A piece of wisdom
From our hearts

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Nutes and Nugs said:

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This one goes out to the soldiers
You know who you are
And to all the prostitutes
Standing outside the bar
This one goes out to the dykes
You know we love the girls
And this one goes out to the punks
We rule the fucking world
How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?
HA HA HA HA HA
This one goes out to the soldiers
You know who you are
And to all the prostitutes
Standing outside the bar
This one goes out to the dykes
You know we love the girls
And this one goes out to the punks
We rule the fucking world
How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?
HA HA HA HA HA
This one goes out to the soldiers
And to all the prostitutes
This one goes out to the dykes
And this one goes out to the punks
We rule the fucking world
How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?
How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries HA

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A lie i once heard: "we're innocent until proved guilty"
But the truth is absurd
We're poor until proved rich
And the scales of justice are fixed by lying pigs
A plot of human terror unfolds behind the precinct door
To cage all the minorities, the immigrants and poor
Next they'll hunt the handicapped, disabled blind and deaf
And what will all these piggies do, ha! when there's no one left
Swat police in riot gear are bombing us tonight
An all our civil liberties will die by morning's light
While crooked politicians lie and rig the ballot book
We whitewash fake democracy and paint another coat
We'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away
Your property ain't mine, until your dying day
We'll crush your soul inside; there is no easy ride
The hotel's never free and the rooms are always occupied
Nice of you to join us welcome to the prison age
Financial quest for new frontiers to build a bigger cage
Surplus populations growing all around the world
Capital invests quick to cage these boys and girls
We'll bomb the police state, assassinate the magistrate
We'll go to every town and burn them fucking prisons down
We'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away
Your property and mine, until your dying day
The court pretenders fake, the judge is on the take
If you wanna find a cop you're gonna have to drag the lake

[spoken:]
Capitalism creates such a division between the rich and the poor
That this surplus population is created
And "government" solution has been their containment for increasing petty offenses...
Plot of human terror unfolds behind the precinct door
To cage all the minorities, the immigrants and poor
Next they'll hunt the handicapped, disabled blind and deaf
And what will all these piggies do, ha! when there's no one left
We'll bomb the police state, assassinate the magistrate
We'll go to every town and burn them fucking prisons down
We'll bomb the police state, assassinate the magistrate
We'll go to every town and burn them fucking prisons down, down

(fucking pigs, fucking pigs,
War against the fucking pigs,
Stab them with some dirty rigs,
Bury them under dirt and twigs,
Gotta hate that gang of fucking pigs.)

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