I've got the song titles ... you write the lyrics.

SinisterMinisterX

SinisterMinisterX

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Here's how this game works ... I give three song titles. You choose one and post your lyrics. After three posts, I'll judge the winner and add 20 points to your user rating. (If you win. If you don't win, you can suck a fat sit on it. :innocent: )

All my song titles are based on typos I made while working.

Write lyrics for one of these:
The Wrath Of Cod
Cheshire Cate
The Gringo
 
for(int i = 0; i < 16; i++) { printf("For the greater wrath of Cod\n"); }
 
I had time to do only one verse, but here it is. Pretty lame stuff, I know.  :p



Cheshire Cate

Gonna leave this world behind me
I just can't take it anymore
I don't need you beside me
You stupid two timing whore

Now is my time to go
I'm not gonna say goodbye
Time to hit the road
Hope you're gonna die


Chorus:

Yeah yeaaa yeah
Cheshire Cate is calling me
Yeah yeaaa yeah
It's a better place for me

Yeah yeaa yeah
Cheshire Cate, here I come
Yeah yeaa yeah
Now it's too late to run

-solo-

Yeah yeaa yeah
Cheshire Cate is calling me
Yeah yeaa yeah
It's a better place for me

Yeah yeaa yeah
Cheshire Cate, here I come
Yeah yeaa yeah
Now it's too late to run

Yeah yeaa yeah
Cheshire Cate - a new home for me
Yeah yeaa yeah
I hate myself enough to go! YEEEEEEEEEAHEHAAHEHAEHAEHAHAHHAGH


EDIT. oh snap  :p
 
Since Zare took The Wrath Of Cod, and Kauha-Apina took Cheshire Cate, I must presume that pilau's lyric "Zare" is for The Gringo.

I'll complete that lyric for pilau.

Zare The Gringo plays lots of bingo
Zare The Gringo speaks in odd lingo
Zare The Gringo plays drums like Ringo
Zare The Gringo, a thumb and four fingo

Sorry Kauha, your lyrics don't fit the title. Cheshire Cate should obviously be a song about a grinning woman. :smartarse:

The winner is Zare, whose user rating will rise to 43 in a few moments.


The next three song titles:
(This time, it's combinations of Blind Guardian album titles and songs from Van Halen's 1984.)

Follow The Drop-Dead Legs
Nightfall In Panama
A Night At The House Of Pain
 
Nightfall in Panama

You scar the earth
in our place of birth
Your political might
over human rights

We marched to raise
our colors that day
Bodies in bags
You tore our flag


You take our land
Gun in Hand
We'll have our say
On Martyr's Day


Canal Zone
was once our home
The fence of shame
brings us only pain

We came in peace
to raise it high
You took aim
our people died


You take our land
Gun in Hand
We'll have our say
On Martyr's Day



Heres the cover of the single:

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Thank you guys, good to see fellow C speakers on board  :D
 
A Night At The House Of Pain

'Wasted, ask for thyself another Forum, for that bitch I live is too small for thee'
(No5 of Maidenfans, 2010 AC)

At spoiler thread some guys are bitching
Whines for the set-list, some other preaching
A long thread; just like a 7 miles snake oil yeah
Just like a winding road that leads to no door

Set-list is fine but yet a spoiler
I’m gonna burn that damn snake oil in boiler
Deliver its soul in a fire rain
Scream for me, long bitch –in the house of pain

Chorus x 2 :
Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh
A night at the house of pain
No way to run in the planet Ban

(solo)

Set-list is fine but yet a spoiler
I’m gonna burn that damn snake oil in boiler
Deliver its soul in a fire rain
Scream for me, long bitch –in the house of pain

Chorus x 4 :
Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh
A night at the house of pain
No way to run in the planet Ban
 
Follow The Drop-Dead Legs

Ah, there's a woman i missed so much
She got long hair and bluesy eyes

She, she felt on a can of beens and got some pain on her ears
She, she obvious couldn't cook anymore

She, got a punch in the nose

Oh, her nose was bleeding, was bleeding, was bleeding
On my floor

Oh, i divorced her
I really hated those beens

So i go out on a Sunday's morning
To play my game again and happy i was with my chip shot

with my chip shot
whith my chip shot

I won the tournament for the first time in ten years
oh, yeah,

because i remember the tip to chip well
Oh, i remember the tip
oh, i remember to chip well

While in the pitch the legs are dead
the legs are dead, the legs are dead

In the chip it are The hands should be dead
The hands should be dead, the hands should be dead

Oh, woman what have you done to me ?
Thanks to your beens
I won again, because i

Follow The Drop-Dead Legs (repeat 5 times)
 
wsoul1 wins. You other guys ... start making sense.

A song about a bluesy-eyed woman cooking beans with a bloody nose is promising, but didn't get there.

Write lyrics for these titles:
Headrush
Kicked In The Gut
Your Feet Stink
 
Kicked in the Gut

Dear me, i've done it again,
lost all my money and now my friends
the van is gone and i'm holding the bags
and i can't help but wonder if this is the end

i'm spiraling in a rut
and i feel kicked in the gut
there's a package in my butt
yea....kicked in the gut

*solo*

so i counted all my coins,
with an icepack on my loins
and my cable got shut off
the only food is old porkloins

but i'm getting back up
gonna climb to the very top
and if i get lost along the way
fuck it...i'll probably give up

i'm nose diving into a rut
and i know i'm kicked in the gut
there's a porkloin up my butt
yea....kicked in the gut

*fin*
 
Your Feet Stink

There's a booby in my face
I cry deeply and take a drink
the milk is sweet and a little sticky
but god damn do your feet stink!!

Your butt looks like a honey bun
I put it in the oven until it's done
to my dismay, i've cooked it too long
but your butt is still yummy yum

all the birds have left the trees
and lord know you are covered in fleas
your anus reminds me of dog turds
but even my dog turns and flees

your teeth smell like moldy socks
and i swear you've been chewing rocks
your tongue lolls in hanging shame
my internet service is provided by cox

i still love you anyway though
even if you look like you're made of dough
my rough hands have found there way,
around your neck to kill you, ho!

it's all because your feet smell bad
i try to smile but am always sad
i just died in your arms tonight...
and it's because your feet smell like my dead dad
 
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