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!
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You make stupid look smart.
Last edited by urgeok2; 05-01-2008 at 09:50 AM.
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