>>8222380

>>8222380

[whispered] (listen carefully, alternate meanings appear)

"Help me, Kilroy….We'll make history tonight "

(Help us Q..coy…we'll bake history tonight")

"Jonathon, I hear you…Meet me at the Paradise Theatre"

(Just anon, I hear you…meet be at the Paradise here)

This could be the longest night in recorded history

And as for sleep, you might as well just cross it off the list of

Possibilities

(now) I'm as brave as the next man

I won't turn and run from a fight

And I could last a million years

If I just get through this night

I could be a novelist

Tell secrets never heard

Pour my soul into each and every sentence

But I just can't find the words

Still I know that you're out there

And you can relate to it all

And I could bear the cold and stormy winter

If I just get through this fall

Don't you know there's no place on this earth

Where you can run to escape the pain of a broken heart

It's useless to spend the time it takes you try

But can't you see that I'm here

And I'm looking just the same

And I don't know why…

I could be a movie star

The king of hollywood

Make them cry, dramatically pretending

To keep romance alive

And I would humbly thank my director

And everyone involved from the start

I could blow them all away

If I'd only find the the part

If I just get through this night

If I just get through this night

>>8222380

>>8222516

I'm tired of your psychology

To bring me to my bended knees

And if I could only talk to you

I'm sure that I could make you see

'cause time has a way

Of bringing even mountains down, down, down

Storm clouds are coming

I suggest you head for higher ground

I say you're a thing of the past

And you ain't gonna last

No matter what you say or do

It's all caught up to you

You're duty-free, you're tax-exempt

You party with the president

And you dance the dance so naturally

Why not believe you're heaven-sent

But time has a way of bringing

Even mountains down, down, down

There's a storm cloud a-comin'

I insist you head for higher ground

You talk talk and you get so intense

That you almost make sense

And that's what scares me the most

You as the host of celebrity lies

It's prime time, baby

Can't you see in my eyes, it's a

Cold war-runnin' in the streets

Everybody you meet knows

It's going down, don't you know

Cold war-blowing in the air

Everyone everywhere says it's time

To get ready for a cold war

Don't you look now

But the skinny boy's becoming a man

You say it's the luck of the draw

And you can't have it all

And I'll die young trying to make it

Into something that ain't gonna last

You ought to reconsider

'cause I'm coming fast with a

Cold war-running in the streets

Everybody you meet

Know's it's going down, don't you know

Cold war-blood is in the air

Everyone everywhere says it's time

To get ready for a cold war-looking at me

From behind every tree

There's a scared man running from a

Cold war-don't you look now

But the skinny boy's a streetfighting man

>>8222547

>In case anons were wondering about the whispered lyrics at the beginning -

The song begins with the backmasked Latin words "Annuit Cœptis, Novus Ordo Seclorum" ("God has favored our undertakings; a new order for the ages")—part of the Great Seal which encircles the pyramid on the back of the American dollar bill.

Right in your face, isn't it?

>>8222589

He graduated to drugs and died with his paw in Moochelle's tranny pants.

Back in a little while, Bros.

Gotta run up to the store for moar beer.

Shoulda brewed some Kvass last week so I wouldn't have to bail, but shoulda-coulda, ya know?

Besides, Kvass gives me a moar-annoying-than-usual hangover. So, fuckit.

Still, I'll prolly get around to cooking some beef stroganoff before dawn, so there's that…