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| June 09, 2004 07:22 PM |
been having an awful couple of days. I just encounted the following mp3 blast from the past in my vast media archives, and it made me happy for a minute. so, here are the lyrics.
artist unknown - The Apocalypse - from the game Full Throttle
the population is greatly decreased
and now the odds are greatly increased
that i may someday get a chance
to kiss your lips
I thank the lo-o-ord each day
for the apocalypse
folks are mostly disfigured or dead
but, sugar, I wont let it go to my head
my mama's face has dripped down into the dirt
but I'm still chasin'
chitlins, whiskey and skirt
twisted, ain't it.
[jackie allen]