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Mythsaje Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Jun-14-05 09:50 PM
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Song Parody--Living in a Reaper's Paradise
Living in a Reaper’s Paradise

As I send the boys into the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at their lives and realise there's not much left
Cause I've got an agenda and laughing deep inside
anyone can tell that my mind is gone
But I killed so many that didn't deserve it
I treated ‘em like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or just maybe you lefties might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke ... fool
I'm the kinda King that little tyrants want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers that ain’t quite right

We been spending most their lives living in the reaper’s paradise
We keep spending all them lives living in the reaper’s paradise

Look at the situation, they got me facing
I won’t live a normal life, I was raised on the war trip
So I gotta be down with the killin’ team
Too much neocon news watching got me chasing dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my army in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loped out reaper set trippin killer
I got you boys thrown down for profit ... fools
Death ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away
you’re living life do or die, what can I say
you’re 23 now but will you live to see 24
The way things is going I don't know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones I hurt are you and me.

We been spending most their lives living in the reaper’s paradise
We keep spending all them lives living in the reaper’s paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain’t looking
What's going on in the kitchen, but they don't know what's cooking
I say they’ll never learn but nobody's here to teach, see
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't
I guess they won't
I guess they front
That's why I know their lives are out of luck ... fool

We been spending most their lives living in the reaper’s paradise
We keep spending all them lives living in the reaper’s paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones I hurt are you and me.
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones I hurt are you and me.
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