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- Lucky Kiffmeyer
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- *sigh* IS EVERYONE A PAEDO?
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About
My name is Fat Mike, I'm obssessed with big lesbians :]
Mibba
There's room at the top, they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
Mom and dad will never understand
What's happening to me
And jealousy the cousin
The cousin of greed
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
You gotta hold on, hold on to yourself
I can learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of the conformity
I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
Cause I wanna be the minority
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
All my life I've seemed to have this need
I think at times it even turns to greed
We all want to join some family
We'll even sacrifice a moral changing
We said that we would never fit in
When we were really just like them
Does rebellion ever make a difference?
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
They're all out without you, havin' fun!
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come to see me again
Everyone's so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved, from the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace, from Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia
Healthy body, sick mind...it's just a matter of time
Sick body sick mind
Zeig heil to the president gasman, bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel Towers who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and kill all the fags who don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fires, it's not the way that's meant for me
Well people try to put us down, talkin' 'bout my generation
Just because we get around, talkin' 'bout my generation
Dumbstruck, colour me stupid
Good luck, you're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get
There at all
Well I'm half awake and half a world away
All my past mistakes and every mis-spent day
Cause I will never change, I'll always stay the same
I wouldn't have it any other way
When I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
Oh, but I learned the hardest way
Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Gotta make a plan, gotta do what's right
Can't run around in circles if you wanna build a life
But I don't wanna make a plan for a day far away
While I'm young and while I'm able all I wanna do is
All I know is that I don't know
All I know is that I don't know nothing
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay
I didn't mean to scare you
You just seem really nice
I got no motivation
Where is my motivation?
No time for the motivation
Smoking my inspiration
Everyone likes to dance to a happy song
Cast out, buried in a hole
Struck down, forcing me to fall
Destroyed, giving up the fight
Well I know I'm not alright
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
Can't find hope to believe in
Not a burglar or a bankrobber
Just a kleptomaniac
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
D*ckhead, f*ckface
C*ck-smoking motherf*cking
Assh*le, dirty tw*t
Waste of semen, I hope you die
There's no I in team
No me in us, no you in we
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Motivation, such an aggrivation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspirations, getting hard to fake them
Concentration, never hard to break it
Situation never what you want it to be
I'm on a sentimental journey into sight and sound
Of no returning, no looking back or down
A consciencious objector to the war that's in my mind
I'm leaving in the lurch and I'm taking back what's mine
It's your own life, so go your own way
Anybody ever say no?
Ever tell you that you weren't right?
Where did all the little kid go?
Did you lose it in a hateful fight?
And you know it's true
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
What's the special occasion
Did you run out of friends?
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Well I'm a waste like you
With nothing else to do
May I waste your time too?
Our silhouettes walk hand in hand
The drunken jukebox serenades
Ha ha you're dead, and I'm so happy
In loving memory of your demise
When your ship is going down
I'll go out and paint the town
Ha ha you're dead, ha ha you're dead, ha ha you're dead
Down there you gotta have a label
Just like a cow in a stable
Do as I say say not as I do
Because the sh*t's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ, on the contrary
I agree with every word you say
The runway lights are the deepest blue
Like the colour of your eyes
So close them tight and kiss me one last time
If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go
And would you miss me when you get there?
So God bless your f*cking past
And to hell with your glory
I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie
I'm an upstart, hey!
What you gonna do?
I'm an upstart, listen!
I'm talking to you!
Castaway, going at it alone
Castaway, now I'm on my own
Awakened to the aftertaste
Of cheap wine and bad decisions
Stranded, lost inside myself
My own worst friend and my own closest enemy
They say revolution begins at home
But for most of us it ends there too
Wrap me up in a plastic bag and hang me out to dry
So don't be jaded
I don't wanna spend another long and lonely weekend by the phone
Without anyone to call
I've had a lot of time to think and I'm so tired of thinking
I know why he put that bullet in his skull
Cause life can be so dull
All dressed up like a switchblade knife
This hanging love from the gallows
We'll still have our stories, our battle scars
Pirate ships and wounded hearts
Broken bones and all the best of friendships
I don't believe everything I read
I don't believe in promises
I don't believe in compromising
My own belief's inside my head
They said there's too much caffeine in your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice in your life
Baby's in her hour of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dancehall
Tripping on her heart of purple
When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don't resent me when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight
We're seeing you through and your intentions ain't true
so fuck you, fuck you
If I was in your way you would bury me alive or dead
I don't know the answer to be specific
I listen to reason if the reason is true
I take my time, well, now it's time to go
What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect
But are you just upset 'cause your own social clique has left
Leave when you want 'cause I know that someday I will too
But I won't burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool
Don't mess with the mess around
Yes, that's partly how I live. Wanna see another bit?
IGNORE THE TIDYNESS; IT WAS FORCED BY MY PARENTS.
My extremely inventive door sign :]
The first sight when you open the door
You turn left...
Some of my better non-slashy fanart (and that band poster, the green one, it's holographic and cost me £17 :] Call me a freak if you want.)
Part of my Green Day wall and above my window
The Green Day wall, and that random crap underneath is what I said it is, random crap. It now has Ty Pennington *dribble*, another Green Day, Adrienne :] and Johnny Rotten from that butter advert he's in now LAWLZZZZ :]
Dressing table, Green Day clock (THANK YOU WIFEYYYY <3), assorted posters...Starbucks mug...Reverend Strychnine Twitch sunglasses...
Yes, Slash and Good Charlotte, my now dead CD player, man deoderant :]
That random bit of the wall...yes, that's the East Bay from the air on the right hand side of the little Billie poster. And before you ask, I do sleep at the footboard. I kicked the footboard off, which is why it doesn't exist, and the "Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace" drawing covers a hole in my wall that I also kicked...but my parents don't know about it! Been there for almost two years now :]
The other half of it, which has these amzing cartoons, called Harold's World. You should check 'em out, actually.
I pulled an arm muscle putting Billie and Mike up behind my wardrobe. I can't reach to put Tre up, and the other side isn't any better D: sorry. My trilby hat is there though :]
My pride! My wardrobe. Took me around 8 months to do...rearranged it several times, but I think it'll stay like that.
I don't have a good photo of my bass to put on, and I've lost my camera lead...damn.
I am Lucky Kiffmeyer, you have seen where and how I live.
Fun and friends are all you need in life to be happy.
As you can tell, I think colours help.
Kiffmeyer out...
Mibba
There's room at the top, they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
Mom and dad will never understand
What's happening to me
And jealousy the cousin
The cousin of greed
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
You gotta hold on, hold on to yourself
I can learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of the conformity
I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
Cause I wanna be the minority
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
All my life I've seemed to have this need
I think at times it even turns to greed
We all want to join some family
We'll even sacrifice a moral changing
We said that we would never fit in
When we were really just like them
Does rebellion ever make a difference?
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
They're all out without you, havin' fun!
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come to see me again
Everyone's so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved, from the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace, from Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia
Healthy body, sick mind...it's just a matter of time
Sick body sick mind
Zeig heil to the president gasman, bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel Towers who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and kill all the fags who don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fires, it's not the way that's meant for me
Well people try to put us down, talkin' 'bout my generation
Just because we get around, talkin' 'bout my generation
Dumbstruck, colour me stupid
Good luck, you're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get
There at all
Well I'm half awake and half a world away
All my past mistakes and every mis-spent day
Cause I will never change, I'll always stay the same
I wouldn't have it any other way
When I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
Oh, but I learned the hardest way
Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Gotta make a plan, gotta do what's right
Can't run around in circles if you wanna build a life
But I don't wanna make a plan for a day far away
While I'm young and while I'm able all I wanna do is
All I know is that I don't know
All I know is that I don't know nothing
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay
I didn't mean to scare you
You just seem really nice
I got no motivation
Where is my motivation?
No time for the motivation
Smoking my inspiration
Everyone likes to dance to a happy song
Cast out, buried in a hole
Struck down, forcing me to fall
Destroyed, giving up the fight
Well I know I'm not alright
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
Can't find hope to believe in
Not a burglar or a bankrobber
Just a kleptomaniac
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
D*ckhead, f*ckface
C*ck-smoking motherf*cking
Assh*le, dirty tw*t
Waste of semen, I hope you die
There's no I in team
No me in us, no you in we
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Motivation, such an aggrivation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspirations, getting hard to fake them
Concentration, never hard to break it
Situation never what you want it to be
I'm on a sentimental journey into sight and sound
Of no returning, no looking back or down
A consciencious objector to the war that's in my mind
I'm leaving in the lurch and I'm taking back what's mine
It's your own life, so go your own way
Anybody ever say no?
Ever tell you that you weren't right?
Where did all the little kid go?
Did you lose it in a hateful fight?
And you know it's true
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
What's the special occasion
Did you run out of friends?
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Well I'm a waste like you
With nothing else to do
May I waste your time too?
Our silhouettes walk hand in hand
The drunken jukebox serenades
Ha ha you're dead, and I'm so happy
In loving memory of your demise
When your ship is going down
I'll go out and paint the town
Ha ha you're dead, ha ha you're dead, ha ha you're dead
Down there you gotta have a label
Just like a cow in a stable
Do as I say say not as I do
Because the sh*t's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ, on the contrary
I agree with every word you say
The runway lights are the deepest blue
Like the colour of your eyes
So close them tight and kiss me one last time
If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go
And would you miss me when you get there?
So God bless your f*cking past
And to hell with your glory
I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie
I'm an upstart, hey!
What you gonna do?
I'm an upstart, listen!
I'm talking to you!
Castaway, going at it alone
Castaway, now I'm on my own
Awakened to the aftertaste
Of cheap wine and bad decisions
Stranded, lost inside myself
My own worst friend and my own closest enemy
They say revolution begins at home
But for most of us it ends there too
Wrap me up in a plastic bag and hang me out to dry
So don't be jaded
I don't wanna spend another long and lonely weekend by the phone
Without anyone to call
I've had a lot of time to think and I'm so tired of thinking
I know why he put that bullet in his skull
Cause life can be so dull
All dressed up like a switchblade knife
This hanging love from the gallows
We'll still have our stories, our battle scars
Pirate ships and wounded hearts
Broken bones and all the best of friendships
I don't believe everything I read
I don't believe in promises
I don't believe in compromising
My own belief's inside my head
They said there's too much caffeine in your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice in your life
Baby's in her hour of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dancehall
Tripping on her heart of purple
When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don't resent me when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight
We're seeing you through and your intentions ain't true
so fuck you, fuck you
If I was in your way you would bury me alive or dead
I don't know the answer to be specific
I listen to reason if the reason is true
I take my time, well, now it's time to go
What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect
But are you just upset 'cause your own social clique has left
Leave when you want 'cause I know that someday I will too
But I won't burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool
Don't mess with the mess around
Yes, that's partly how I live. Wanna see another bit?
IGNORE THE TIDYNESS; IT WAS FORCED BY MY PARENTS.
My extremely inventive door sign :]
The first sight when you open the door
You turn left...
Some of my better non-slashy fanart (and that band poster, the green one, it's holographic and cost me £17 :] Call me a freak if you want.)
Part of my Green Day wall and above my window
The Green Day wall, and that random crap underneath is what I said it is, random crap. It now has Ty Pennington *dribble*, another Green Day, Adrienne :] and Johnny Rotten from that butter advert he's in now LAWLZZZZ :]
Dressing table, Green Day clock (THANK YOU WIFEYYYY <3), assorted posters...Starbucks mug...Reverend Strychnine Twitch sunglasses...
Yes, Slash and Good Charlotte, my now dead CD player, man deoderant :]
That random bit of the wall...yes, that's the East Bay from the air on the right hand side of the little Billie poster. And before you ask, I do sleep at the footboard. I kicked the footboard off, which is why it doesn't exist, and the "Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace" drawing covers a hole in my wall that I also kicked...but my parents don't know about it! Been there for almost two years now :]
The other half of it, which has these amzing cartoons, called Harold's World. You should check 'em out, actually.
I pulled an arm muscle putting Billie and Mike up behind my wardrobe. I can't reach to put Tre up, and the other side isn't any better D: sorry. My trilby hat is there though :]
My pride! My wardrobe. Took me around 8 months to do...rearranged it several times, but I think it'll stay like that.
I don't have a good photo of my bass to put on, and I've lost my camera lead...damn.
I am Lucky Kiffmeyer, you have seen where and how I live.
Fun and friends are all you need in life to be happy.
As you can tell, I think colours help.
Kiffmeyer out...
Photos
Dodgy tie there Billie :]
yay! :D
i was.. lol i thought you totaly forgot
i was supriced you remember that i was on your wedding :D
so i was gonna save the conversation witht that ive talkt to you on mibba and stuff..
lol
BUT NOW I DIDENT HAVE TO! :D
whats up?
*sorry, im hyper on The Network and Cappuccino ice cream at the moment looooooool*
Cappuccino.409, October 17th, 2008 at 08:40:05pm
LUCKY!! :D
hello!!
*i bet you dont remember me, i use to be GrapeTonic_*
Cappuccino.409, October 16th, 2008 at 07:51:10pm
Uhn tiss ;;p
lmfao
Slappy J., October 16th, 2008 at 12:47:50am
invent a what? lol it's been awhile
Green for a Day, October 15th, 2008 at 08:48:01pm
hey how are u? i'm ilias the guy who is from greece!!remember?nice profile!
Ilias of Suburbia!, October 15th, 2008 at 02:27:41am
Aha, I have a hole in my wall.
I also covered it up with posters.
And the other two with duct tape...
<.<
>.>
Slappy J., October 15th, 2008 at 01:26:45am
Omfg, no :[
D:
IT WILL HAPPEN.
Eventually D:
Slappy J., October 15th, 2008 at 01:20:01am
Hmm...In the "*sigh* IS EVERYONE A PAEDO" section? <_<
That was a thought...>_>
Drama and high school and friends that masturbate 7 times a day...(2 before and after breakfast, 2 before and after lunch, 2 before and after dinner, and 1 for bedtime...) xD
What is up in your life??
Saixx
TheShadowChild., October 15th, 2008 at 12:22:31am
I REMEMBER YOU! YOU WERE LOCATED IN THE FREEZER AISLE ONCE!
*jumps randomly*
ahahaha.
ha.
ha.
*hugs*
You don't even remember be huh?
*hugs anyways*
I'm Saixx...or Ben...whichever...
TheShadowChild., October 13th, 2008 at 02:02:31am
Oh my gebob!....
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.....
- Steven :]
have fun at your bass lesson, i'll see you sometime over the next week.
GUESS WHAT?
NOMIS!
woop!
MckenzieDroidFTW!, October 9th, 2008 at 07:57:45pm
Yay I know I got unbanned!
But that's cool.
and ys I am totally voting Green Day! I voted like 12 times! I even got some friends to go vote for them too! (even though they hate Green Day)
XD
So how are you, dude?
Ha Ha I'm Dead!, October 9th, 2008 at 04:38:28pm
So hey how are you?
XD
I'm in 2nd period, and I'm already bored. Class just barely started too. Oh my...
Ha Ha I'm Dead!, October 6th, 2008 at 04:29:15pm
Ha thanks. I needed to change it. I was getting crap for "Mrs. Armstrong".
It's like...K....I KNOW I AM NOT MARRIED TO BILLIE! =D gee.
Ha Ha I'm Dead!, September 24th, 2008 at 04:34:32pm
dude I don't like her anymore. haha I get over stupid people quicker.
Ha Ha I'm Dead!, September 22nd, 2008 at 04:47:34pm
Ha yup.
So hey...you know what sucks? Erin is straight. Guhhh....lol (That chick I met at a concert I sent an email to you about)
pffft.
she will be mine. SHE WILL BE MINE.
lol
Ha Ha I'm Dead!, September 16th, 2008 at 04:42:41pm