'4th Grade Dropout' - the Dillinger Escape Plan
the chain linked fence surrounds the feeble child, gag your mouth to hear sweet melodies. lifted your hand to swing the chair, pounding my brain. love her and tell her, fuck her and smell her. dont fall for it, dont fall for me. fall child. one more thing, just one more time. kiss my lips and make me fly. i told you not to fall for it.
normally im not so into their lyrics, but i quite enjoy this song. at any rate, let see about my day...after my oh so improvisational band practice, my friends decided to drive 40 minutes to eat at kentucky fried chicken, i figured what the hell, they have those twister things that i find mouthwatering, so i hitched a ride...it was closed...it closed at nine, what the hell kind of a resteraunt closes at nine? i will tell you, an extremely lame one...at any rate, after some car cleaning in the kfc parking lot, we decided to go to the international house of pancakes(ihop, if you will), a place i have not eaten at, prior to this evening...the damage that ihop did to my wallet was far too great in comparison to the lack-luster feeling that i recieved after i ate their food. damn them. who charges 8 dollars for a crappy basket of chicken strips? well, apparently ihop does. burn it down and walk away, i say. hey hey. lay...gay...trey...shut up.
the chain linked fence surrounds the feeble child, gag your mouth to hear sweet melodies. lifted your hand to swing the chair, pounding my brain. love her and tell her, fuck her and smell her. dont fall for it, dont fall for me. fall child. one more thing, just one more time. kiss my lips and make me fly. i told you not to fall for it.
normally im not so into their lyrics, but i quite enjoy this song. at any rate, let see about my day...after my oh so improvisational band practice, my friends decided to drive 40 minutes to eat at kentucky fried chicken, i figured what the hell, they have those twister things that i find mouthwatering, so i hitched a ride...it was closed...it closed at nine, what the hell kind of a resteraunt closes at nine? i will tell you, an extremely lame one...at any rate, after some car cleaning in the kfc parking lot, we decided to go to the international house of pancakes(ihop, if you will), a place i have not eaten at, prior to this evening...the damage that ihop did to my wallet was far too great in comparison to the lack-luster feeling that i recieved after i ate their food. damn them. who charges 8 dollars for a crappy basket of chicken strips? well, apparently ihop does. burn it down and walk away, i say. hey hey. lay...gay...trey...shut up.
marla:
maybe I should check out some of these bands of your favorites. I'm looking for noisier stuff these days. you should never go to ihop again. they torture children in the back, forcing them to whip the monkeys who make the pancakes. and the monkeys are so cute! it breaks the children's hearts.
whenforevercomescrashing:
i KNEW there was something cross about ihop. i will now be forced to burn it down and walk away. yes...you should definately check out some of my fave bands...the deftones, further seems forever and dashboard confessional arent heavy, but the rest are, and they are freaking amazing. totally.