Beware.. It came from next door... Season 1 DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MY LIFE AS A TEENAGE ROBOT My life as a teenage robot belongs to Nickelodeon, Rob Renzetti, Frederator. I take no credit for the video I only upload.
Dutch intro of MLAATR Nederlandse Intro van MLAATR Disclaimer; I own NOTHING of the video. The channel, Nickeloden and the owner of the cartoon own everything. All rights reserved to them.
My firsst MLAATR video with "I found a way" starring Sheldon and Jenny.
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Buy My Book: http://www.lulu.com/content/5671371 DEATH, DECAY AND WINDY DAYS BY: C.L. WEBER Satisfaction saturated with a semi-smile, mostly frown Falling fast, the fascists ask, "Will you help us tear this planet down?" Repopulate the populous, the pretty and the petty dream The eyes of whores and dying men can't see what I have seen We resonate with radiance, With gas masks on, we'll sing Death, decay and windy days These are a few of my favorite things I hear the sound of bovine priests scream across the radio He sings of Jesus Christ and bombs and how we're all too dumb to know Of impending doom and butterflies And fast-food chains And story time Of starry flags for patriots And church for all the hypocrites That wash their sins and beat their wives And work in factories despising What they became And who's to blame When the same is sane And the change has came And passed you by Like a summer day Or a sleep-filled night Or a funeral or a lullaby For babies born without their eyes For wrinkled men covered in flies And teenage kids who hate their lives You see... When columbine was happening Our government was smiling With news that faked sincerity But shined on us some clarity With bodies strewn upon libraries and crowded, robot monasteries The king and queen of fucked up things A womb of thumbs opposed to everything And there was no help So no help was gave When Jesus Christ Just couldn't save A single fucking soul, he left The entire human race bereft And swimming in a sea of grass But drowning when it grew too fast The soil became a flood of ink And you cannot kill what does not think So think not, and think well The revolution is of ourselves The contribution is a wishing well Monetary dreams of wealth ....This is hell, and I'm sure of it We'll fight and fuck our way back now, the children march forever Rung-by-rung around the lids of eyes now sewn together The cities went from black to bright, when gasoline did burn for days The scent of flesh and falling rain And a televised death parade We are the few
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