Direktlänk till inlägg 19 maj 2008
Har FÖR mycket att göra på jobbet just nu, och vad händer?
Jo, min hjärna drar i nödbomsen och ropar in min uttråkade musa, som sedemera går bärsärkagång med kreativitets-receptorerna (ja, jag vet att dom inte finns på rikrigt...) och börjar producera perverterade versioner av barnboks-rim.
Inte helt klart ännu, men here goes:
ABC(Death)
Asphyxiation takes some time, and leaves you kind of blue
Boredom on the other hand leaves not a trace on you
Cyanide it might be quick, but really hard to buy
Decapitation´s pretty much the surest way to die
Electrocution does the trick far over in the States
Gangrene, well…it will do too if treated far too late
Hypothermia´s not all bad, so take a winter bath
Intravenous poisoning likewise a well-trod path
Jumping from a building high will make a mess of you
Kamikaze-flying worked quite well in World War Two
Lethal injections, a massive selection, which puts you in the ground
Maiming, then, makes sure there´s lot´s of you to go around
Necrosis from a spider bite, may kill and does look nasty
Overdose make be you fate, if in love with King Opium, and hasty
Pentothal will put you under, now that is tried and true
Quaaludes to will grant a sleep, from which they can´t wake you
Razorblades, now just remember; cut not across but along
Suicide if not yet plain, the reason for this song
Tripping, falling, down a stair may leave you pretty broken
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Venomous scorpions, spiders and snakes do lot´s of people in
Weapons; use them on yourself cause all else is a sin
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Yellow fever
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