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August, 2014

Song Of The Day “New Girl” By The Suicide Machines

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Yeah!

Well, I can’t wait to tell you all about her.
All about my new girl.
(He can’t wait to tell you ’bout his new girl.)
And I can’t wait for you to hear me shout it.
All about my new girl.
(He can’t wait to tell you ’bout his new girl.)

Ahhh

When we were together,
You tried to break my heart.
So, you always did your best
To keepin’ us apart.
And now you’re dead and gone.
I got a new thing going.
Can’t wait to see your face
When you and your friends show up.

So, I got a (A NEW GIRL!) [4x]

Something makes you think that you’re some kind of winner.
So, you wanna get married and cook somebody’s dinner?
So, you’re makin’ fun of my ’cause I’m young and got no money.
You’ve got no time for school ‘n books.
You’ve got no time to study.

Well, I can’t wait to tell you all about her.
All about my new girl.
(He can’t wait to tell you ’bout his new girl.)
I can’t wait for you to hear me shout it.
All about my new girl.
(He can’t wait to tell you ’bout his new girl.)

THE NEW GIRL!

So, I got a (A NEW GIRL!) [x4]

Hey! [x16]
Ahhhhhhhhh

You’re the type of girl that any guy would die for.
That’s the way it looks
And I’m really glad to think so.
Sunk into my friends and your popularity.
But you never ever took the time to see the real me.

Well, I can’t wait to tell you all about her.
All about my new girl.
(He can’t wait to tell you ’bout his new girl.)
I can’t wait for you to hear me shout it.
All about my new girl.
(He can’t wait to tell you ’bout his new girl.)

THE NEW GIRL!

So, I got a (A NEW GIRL!) [x4]

He can’t wait to tell you all about.. (THE NEW GIRL!) [x4]
THIS ONE!
NEW GIRL!

Song Of The Day “Cavity – First Communion” by Christian Death

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Let’s skirt the issue
Of discipline
Let’s start an illusion
With hand and pen
Read the words
And start again
Accept the gift of sin
The gift of

Pleasure is bleeding to
Smother my words
The four walls drain me dry
Of all imagination
Crying out to be told to stand still
Crying out to be told to stand still

The price of red death
Is the price of true love
The nights of red death
Are the nights of true love

The price of red death
Is the price of true love
The nights of red death
Are the nights of true love

The black Queen
Jumps through my skin
The King of hearts is waiting
Close to home
Someone’s shooting outside
Trigger finger’s itchy
Another moving target
More blood on your surplice
More blood for the price of red death

Nailing you to the wall
Nailing you to the Spanish mystic
Nailing you to the wall
Nailing you to the wall
Nailing you to the Spanish mystic
Nailing you to the wall

Three shots ring out to scream
Who wants to play Roman soldier
That lives inside of me
Perennial artist
What do you see?
What do you see?
My secret fear of being alone
I sit and hold hands with myself
I sit and make love to myself

I’ve got blood on my hands
I’ve got blood on your hands
I’ve got blood on my hands
I’ve got blood on your hands
Blood on our hands
Blood on our hands
Blood
Blood
Blood