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LOUIS
Age: 18
Location: my home
Joined On: Feb 24, 2006
Occupation: high school
Website: www.alive-two-skate.piczo.com
im Louis. im 17 years old. i love to hang with my friends. i love to skateboard !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aim-alive2skate4 yahoo-ailve2skate4 msn-sk8terlouis imvu-sk8terlouis http://www.ringo.com/profile/alive2skate4.html
All My Friends Are Dead
"All My Friends Are Dead"
Where're your friends?
Where're your friends?
Where are your friends, man?
What? What? Where're my friends?
All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
You got kicked in the head,
All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
You got smacked in the head,
All my friends are dead.
I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.
Hey! [x3]
All my dreams were lies.
All my dreams were lies.
Nightmares in disguise
All my dreams were lies.
All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
You got dragged outta bed,
Now they're buried and they're dead.
I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.
Hey! [x3]
Fuckin' Eh!
I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.
Now they're buried and they're dead! [x3]
Dead!
"Do You Know? (A Knife In Your Back)" by killradio
"Do You Know? (A Knife In Your Back)"
Do you know what they say,
Do you know what they say, what they say about you?
Do you know what they do?
Do you know what they do, when you leave the room?
Never thought twice about holding your tongue,
Once upon a time you were so young.
Everywhere you carried around your soul.
In the night they stole it, left you skin and bones - knife in your back.
Laughing aloud at your expense, fed themselves on innocence - knife in your back.
Their attacks inserted doubt, now you're stranded in the cold with a knife in your back.
Do you know what they feel?
Do you know what they feel, what they feel for you?
Do you know how they play?
Do you know how they play, how they play inside you?
Do you know what they steal?
Do you know what they steal, what they steal from you?
Do you know how they prey?
Do you know how they prey, how they pray upon you?
Never thought twice about holding your tongue,
Once upon a time we were so young.
Everywhere you carried around your soul.
In the night they stole it, left you skin and bones - knife in your back.
Laughing aloud at your expense, fed themselves on innocence - knife in your back.
Their attacks inserted doubt, now your stranded in the cold with a knife in your back.
Tell me did you grow after all these years?
Giving up control and buying into fear,
Night slips into morning and days remain unchanged,
But their mighty appetites will not be tamed.
Do you care, do you care?
Do you care what they say?
Do you care what they say, what they say about you?
Do you care how they prey?
Do you care how they prey, how they prey upon you. Upon you.
"You've Got To Die For The Government" (anti-flag)
"You've Got To Die For The Government"
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
There's a Gulf War vet, dying a slow, cold death
And the government says, "We don't know the source of his sickness."
But don't believe what they say, because your government is lying
They've done it before and don't you know they'll do it again
A secret test, government built virus
"Subject Test Group: Gulf Battle Field Troops"
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
First World War veterans slaughtered, by General Eisenhower
You give them your life, they give you a stab in the back
Radiation, agent orange, tested on US souls
Guinea pigs for Western corporations
I never have, I never will
Pledge allegiance to their flag
You're getting used, you'll end up dead!
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
I don't need you to tell me what to do
And I don't need you to tell me what to be... FUCK YOU!
I don't need you to tell me what to say
And I don't need you to tell me what to think! What to think!
What to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think!
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
Sick Bastards
"Sick Bastards"
you beat yer kids, you beat yer wife,
you torture them for yer fucked up lives
yer so pathetic, you make me sick,
how could anyone be such a prick
and when yer lacing into them,
does it make you feel more like a man????
its bastards like you who need to prove themselves
by putting yer wife and kids through hell
sick bastards, sick bastards
sick bastards, we'll get you in the end!
what makes you think that she deserves
the pain that you inflict on her
you've made yer family live in fear,
how can you look yerself in the mirror
if i were you i'd kill myself,
and end all this domestic hell
for what you do theres no excuse,
STOP THE SPOUSAL AND CHILD ABUSE!!!
sick bastards, sick bastards
sick bastards, we'll get you in the end!
you beat the weak to prove you're strong,
yer fucked in the head so you dont see whats wrong
you've ruined yer wife and childrens lives
yer a spineless prick and you deserve to die
Run Your Pockets (by no cash)
"Run Your Pockets"
bread circulates through the paws of depraved
the almighty dollar disables its slaves
when the products you bought just wont bio-degrate
an army of plastic will hold down our gate
when fuel cost an arm and supplies cost a leg
soon quadriplegics will lay by the peg
paying for air yes a dollar a breath
but keep your receipt, a tax deductible death
you're caught! deaf, blind and dumb
consumption's like coke, yer addicted and numb
you know that i'd rather grin with teeth of gold
but we're just products on the food chain
if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!!
run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin)
god of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin)
strength of 1,000 sweatshops and counting (run yer motherfuckin)
pockets give me all you got start counting...
6 billion sick children
all programmed, no feelings
poor wages, TRICKED FACES
all races ride slave ships
huevo dc
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posted Mar 10
tennischick07
yah man sry i didnt call u back i 4got u should call me
@ a random time again
posted Feb 22
tennischick07
hi louis wats up havent cn u in 4ever
posted Feb 18
CrimsonAngeL15
did u have fun?
posted Feb 09
CrimsonAngeL15
your welcome......
posted Feb 09
CrimsonAngeL15
ur gf looks really nice in those pics
posted Feb 05