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Well, I know that you’re in love with him `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym. You both kicked off your boots. Man, I dig those rhythmic blues.
I was a lonely teenaged scout marine With a camo cloak colored brown and green My traits were see but don't be seen The day the music died.
I started singin’, "die die, from the flames in the sky." Drove my raider to the crater, But the crater was dry. And them good old dreads were drainin' the promethium dry Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Now since M.40 we’ve been on our own And heresy grows fat on a rollin’ stone, But that’s not how it used to be. When the harlequin sang with the noise marine, In a coat he borrowed from james dean And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the tzeentch was looking down, A loota boy stole his JUST AS PLANNED crown. The classroom was adjourned; No grade report was returned. And while Kharn raged about METAL BOX, Macha tried to get some in the park, And we rolled sixes in the dark The day the music died. |