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			My Way : Frank Sinatra  (or Sid Vicious - take your pick)
 
 And now, the end is near;
 it's time for you to start dying.
 My friend, Ill say it clear,
 when you go, i wont be crying.
 
 you've lived, a life that's shit..
 at every turn, you got in my way;
 so now -  with this saw and kit,
 I'll do it my way.
 
 Regrets, Ive had a few;
 But then again, there was none this time.
 I did what I had to do
 i cut you up, it was a fun time.
 
 I planned each bloody blow;
 Each careful slice along the airway,
 But more, than you'll ever know,
 I did it my way.
 
 Yes, there were times, you never knew
 When I bit off more than I could chew.
 But through it all, when there was doubt,
 I ate you up and spit you out.
 I faced it all and cleaned up the mess;
 And did it my way.
 
 Ive hacked, Ive cut, and chopped.
 Ive had my fun; my share of bloodshed.
 And now your head is lopped,
 I find it all so blood red.
 
 To think I did all that;
 And may I say - not in a shy way,
 No, oh no not me,
 I did it my way.
 
 For what is a man, but blood and guts?
 I stood in gore, up to my nuts.
 to kill the ones you really hate;
 and not leave it up to fate.
 The record shows you took the blows -
 And bought it it my way!
 
				__________________You make stupid look smart.
 
				 Last edited by urgeok2; 05-01-2008 at 10:50 AM.
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