Thats me wee rant over :D:D:D:D

When you came in the air went out,
   & every shadow filled up with doubt,
      I dont know who you are but before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you!! 

hahahaha .....

x-There's just one thing thats gettin in the way, 
when we go up to bed your just no good its such a shame, 
i looks into your eyes i want to get to know you but then you make this noise and its apparent its all over!!

x-Oh, its not fair and i think you're
 pretty mean i think you're pretty mean, 
Oh you're supoose to care but
 you never make me scream, 
you never make me scream!!

x-Oh i lie here in the wet patch
 in the middle of the bed feeling pretty damn hard done
 by i spend ages giving head!!

Ba-hahahaa 

I'm living on shattered faith
The kind that likes to restrict your breath
never been a better time than this
suffocate on eternal bliss

In a city
that swells with so much hate
you seem to rise above
and take its place
the heart pumps until it dies
drain the blood, the heart is wise

All my friends are murder
All my bones are marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away....

I never met a pearl quite like you
who could shimmer and rot at the same time through
there's never been a better time than this
To bite the hand of frost bitten emenence

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones are marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away....away......away....

whoa whoa whoa whoa.....

I'm alive in uterine
a star in the dark a new day has dawned
open up and let it flow
I'll make it yours so here we go...


All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones are marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away hes gone away......[till the song ends]

SYMPTOM: Pint appears to be crystal clear...
FAULT: It's water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.
ACTION: Punch him/her.

SYMPTOM: Don't recognise anyone, don't even recognise the room you're in.
FAULT: Don't panic - you've wandered into the wrong party.
ACTION: See if they've any free pints anyhow.

SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.
FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.
FAULT: Improper bladder control.
ACTION: Stand next to nearest pet dog, complain about how house training has "gone to the dogs nowadays".

SYMPTOM: Pint appears unusually pale and tasteless.
FAULT: Glass empty.
ACTION: Get someone to get you another pint.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.
FAULT: You've fallen over backwards.
ACTION: Have yourself chained to bar counter.

SYMPTOM: Mouth contains fag-ends.
FAULT: You have fallen forward.
ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Beer tastes tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.
FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face.
ACTION: Retire to loo, practise in mirror.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurry.
FAULT: You're looking through bottom of empty glass.
ACTION: Get someone to get you another pint.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.
FAULT: You are being carried out.
ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another pub/party

SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.
FAULT: Bar has closed, have yez no homes to go to
ACTION: Confirm home address with barman, grab taxi home.

SYMPTOM: Taxi's interior suddenly takes on colourful aspect and textures.
FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations.
ACTION: Cover mouth.

SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.
FAULT: You are dancing on a table.
ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy-looking.

SYMPTOM: Hands hurts, nose hurts, mind unusually clear though.
FAULT: You have been in a fight.
ACTION: Apologise to everyone you see, just in case it was them.

SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.
FAULT: That lager is too weak.
ACTION: Have more drink until your voice improves.

SYMPTOM: Don't remember the words to song.
FAULT: Beer is just right.
ACTION: Play air guitar.

SYMPTOM: Ugly woman/man in your sights.
FAULT: Insufficient beer intake.
ACTION: Up dosage immediately.

SYMPTOM: Shins and toes hurt.
FAULT: You've been walking into things.
ACTION: Maintain dosage.

SYMPTOM: Squishy feeling in the hands.
FAULT: You have grabbed hold of a woman's breasts.
ACTION: Duck to avoid boyfriend's fist.

SYMPTOM: Bed is bumping around.
FAULT: Taking an ambulance ride.
ACTION: It's too late, you made complete arsehole of yourself

Baby you make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster
I know let alone to rust alone
You're making me
I had to run the damage is done
I give it up
There nothing left take the rest
You're draining me

I set it light it burns so bright
Stab it out
Stab it out

Baby you make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster

I know, I know, I know
I had to run the damage is done
I give it up
I had to go
It got control
You're breaking me
There's nothing left so take the rest
Stab it out
Stab it out
I set it light
It burns so bright
You're draining me

You make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster

I know, I know, that it's true
Let alone rust alone
Let alone rust alone
Let alone rust alone

Baby you make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster

There's nothing so take the rest
There's nothing so take the rest
There's nothing so take the rest
There's nothing so take the rest
There's nothing so take the rest

Baby you make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster

Baby you make my heart beat faster
Baby you make my heart beat faster

Let alone

Are you ready to be liberated?
On this sad side city street
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth

My name is Linzi I'm from Belfast
I grew up on Bell St. then on Bennett St.
My mum kicked out my dad for battery
Found a way.... she found a way
She found a way out of spiritual penury
Working single mother in an urban struggle
Blames herself now cause I grew up troubled
It hit me I got everything I need

My one heart felt too much from the start
I've seen people come and go
Living large and living low
You can build up your walls sitting on death row
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul
You can wash it all down swallow your story
Get smacked off your head go down in drum roll glory
You won't solve it committing self inflicted crime
Go on pull the trigger this will be the last time
It hit me I got everything I need

I speak of the truth the truth of the heart
Like a desperate thirst in a raging drought
Hey youth time flies by
There’s an everlasting battle for eternal life
I love a man from Newtownabbey
He's the prettiest thing we got the same disorder
The way you feel it's OK it's never gonna change anyway
It hit me I got everyone i need

Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city street
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth

Yeah I got freedom and my youth

lol..i love Charlotte Truffle lol ...and her morbidness!!!!