This is it sports fans.
Somewhere weird. Some place.
Where Warren Zevon lyrics make sense.
Drink MORE MORE MORE MORE until the thrill of drinking overcomes the fear of death.
Thinking of magic sitting in Vegas.
Not lady luck, just a woman who gives you fever.
Elle m'incite tourner ma tte
The man once said; "For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled."
Whether its me, you, Kurt Cobain, Bishop Tutu, or Keith Richards, or Amy Fisher, or Boris Yeltsin's daughter, or a fiance's beer drunk 16 year old brother
Who of you has been trampled for my recent happiness?
Maybe a few, maybe strangers to me?
Who's soul did I samba on?
Maybe its time I didn't care how my happiness arrived.
Like a conflict diamond on a leather-skinned cougar's finger; just think about me.
Just bask in the thought and not the pretext.
(Cue the Bond theme {or Munster's Theme} and the footage of me strutting and turning on a downtown sidewalk.)
Marching into the unknown; to the edge.
Wanting to get to know what she is and why.
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." He mumbles
Little old lady got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of London again
Somewhere weird. Some place.
Where Warren Zevon lyrics make sense.
Drink MORE MORE MORE MORE until the thrill of drinking overcomes the fear of death.
Thinking of magic sitting in Vegas.
Not lady luck, just a woman who gives you fever.
Elle m'incite tourner ma tte
The man once said; "For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled."
Whether its me, you, Kurt Cobain, Bishop Tutu, or Keith Richards, or Amy Fisher, or Boris Yeltsin's daughter, or a fiance's beer drunk 16 year old brother
Who of you has been trampled for my recent happiness?
Maybe a few, maybe strangers to me?
Who's soul did I samba on?
Maybe its time I didn't care how my happiness arrived.
Like a conflict diamond on a leather-skinned cougar's finger; just think about me.
Just bask in the thought and not the pretext.
(Cue the Bond theme {or Munster's Theme} and the footage of me strutting and turning on a downtown sidewalk.)
Marching into the unknown; to the edge.
Wanting to get to know what she is and why.
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." He mumbles
Little old lady got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of London again