Passender geht es heute kaum und ich sag nur: Theres no, no religion in my house! Hell yeah!!!!!



Come, smash up your seats tonight
Sippinon wine
Im fine
The music keeps me up all night
‘Cause Im full of lust
Come with us
Run for your lives

Im only lonely when the musics over
Lonely when youre going home

We dont celebrate Sundays anymore
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)

Touched, touched by that amazing sound
My blood begins to boil
A celebration to the night
‘Cause Im full of lust
Come with us
Lets spend the night

Theres no, no religion in my house
No thick people in my house

We dont celebrate Sundays anymore
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)

We don’t celebrate Sundays anymore

We dont celebrate Sundays anymore
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)

Come, smash up your seats tonight
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)
I said come, celebration to the night
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)
I said come, smash up your seats tonight
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)
I said come, celebration to the night
(We don’t celebrate Sundays)

(We don’t celebrate Sundays)

(via Sheri Zomb)

Da bin ich doch mal wieder über ein herrlich gruftiges Küchen Utensil gestolpert: Werte Freunde, bei target.com gibts Totenkopf Salz- und Pfefferstreuer und ich bin der Meinung, dass sowas absolut in jede Küche gehört, vorallem wenn es für nur $4.99 zu haben ist!

Zum heutigen 1. Advent hat euch die Gruft etwas ganz besonders, den für den Adventskalender ist es noch etwas zu früh, aber hier kriegt ihr bereits einen schönen Schoko Jesus – als ob man das erste Türchen öffnen konnte, ich will euch ja nicht ewig zappeln lassen :)

Gerade war doch in den USA Thanksgiving, bei welchem Truthähne in Massen verputzt werden. Im nachfolgenden Clip sieht es aus, als ob die Viecher Menschen imitieren, welche ein Konzert besuchen oder ne Politische Rede hören. Und dann landen die Tiere an Weihnachten auf dem Teller…tztztz :)



Vielleicht gibt es schönere Zeiten; aber diese ist die unsere.

Jean Paul Sartre, 1905 – 1980, französischer Romancier, Dramatiker, Philosoph und Publizist

…männer! Über Nacht wurde die Schweiz komplett weiss zugedeckt – oder eher eingedeckt? Ob es einem nun passt oder nicht, aber der Winter ist da, dies hat er uns diese Nacht unmissverständlich gezeigt. Attack from Alaska!!!



Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

So you wanna die, commit suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain’t worth it put a rope around your neck
And jerk it the trick didn’t work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking reason

And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm got bombs for the war
Confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
Bzzt touched the third rail, you fucked up chicken
Now you just got fried ’cause it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Hey you little rich kid, what’s your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop’s got endz, but yo he’s mad cheap
Maybe you’re a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you’re dark as ink
Maybe you’re Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man

Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
You’re singing the blues about the rough life you’ve got
Not you don’t wanna live no more
I guess you’re really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and your doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself ’cause it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Suicide it’s a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it’s a suicide

Yep
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don’t stop and look around
Every once in a while you’ll miss it

Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the fucking nerve to try and enter my grave yard
I’m the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice
Commit suicide and I’ll bring you back to life
The first was convinced stuck a water hose
In his mouth at full blast so his head can explode

Second one said, “Mm that’s good but I can top it”
Put an axe up to his head and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in every direction
The rest didn’t know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire

Three and Four fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion’s den
Number Five said it ain’t worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cyanide
The only one to escape was number Six
He went home sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig, goodbye there’s no need to cry
‘Cause we all die