Moz-ified
My self-amusing versions of Moz songs that flow from thought as I sing-along and which I threatened to sing at Morrissey-Oke (karaoke).
Monday, July 9, 2012
We Hate It When Our Friends Become Cholos
We hate it when our friends become Cholos
We hate it when our friends become Cholos
Oh, look at those baggy clothes
Now look at that head, it's to bald
And such a silly vato
Well, it's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
We hate it when our friends become Cholos
And if they're from Los Nietos, that makes it even worse
And if we can destroy them
You bet your life we will destroy them
If we can hurt them
Well, we may as well, it's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
You see, it should've been me
It could've been me
Everybody knows
Everybody says so
They say, "Ah, you have loads of baggy clothes
So many tatts, oh, tatts and they can stand
Webs, crosses and tear drops
On the neck, just stop"
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Therapist On Duty
The work you chose has a practical vein
But I read much more into your name
Therapist
Patrolling the length and the breadth of your room
I call your name from the emergency room
Therapist
Therapist - save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from the ails and the ills, and
from other things.
The center of the town is a dangerous zone
Drenched in phlegm every time that I come home
Therapist- save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from the ails and the ills
And from other things.
Love me, oh help me, oh
oh help me, oh help oh
Therapist, counsel me from life
Therapist, guard me from life.
The last bus home is the dangerous one,
A baseball bat against the collarbone.
Therapist.
Therapist - save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from life.
Cause it's the only life I'll ever have,
I'm always good, I'm never bad
And I've always been so kind,
To the sick and to the partially blind.
Save me from life.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Unspeakable Ritual
Belligerent ghouls run LA schools
Spineless swines, cemented minds
Molester Mark Berndt leads the troops, jealous of youth
Same old suit since 1982
He does the Miramonte two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home, I don't want to stay
Give up education as a bad mistake
Mid-week on the playing fields
He thwacks you on the knees
Grabs you in the groin, elbow in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home, I don't wanna stay
Belligerent ghouls run Little Lake schools
Spineless bastards all
Politically Protected Molester leads the troops, jealous of youth
Same old lewd acts since 2002
He does the Sandusky two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I want to go home, I don't want to stay
Give up life as a bad mistake
Please excuse me from gym
I've got this terrible cold comin' on
He grabs and devours
He kicks me in the showers
Kicks me in the showers
And he grabs and devours
I want to go home, I don't want to stay
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