04-30-2005, 01:07 AM
I wish the Elitist Thread had not been locked. It was just getting juicy!
Somebody had just thrown FRESH MEAT! into the Hydralisk Den.
Bother.
Somebody had just thrown FRESH MEAT! into the Hydralisk Den.
Bother.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."