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AstralCrux

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Through the thunder, darkness crawls

In this place I cannot see...

My heart beats no more...

Hey look! it is she...

the one i adore

The Goths Galore!!!

The bats come out of the walls

In this place I cannot see

To answer to the calls

Of the goths I adore....

Mysterious and enchanting.....

Evermore....

The one I adore.

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Through the thunder, darkness crawls

In this place I cannot see...

My heart beats no more...

Hey look! it is she...

the one i adore

The Goths Galore!!!

The bats come out of the walls

In this place I cannot see

To answer to the calls

Of the goths I adore....

Mysterious and enchanting.....

Evermore....

The one I adore.

*incoherent screams plus distorted guitar solo*

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Through the thunder, darkness crawls

In this place I cannot see...

My heart beats no more...

Hey look! it is she...

the one i adore

The Goths Galore!!!

The bats come out of the walls

In this place I cannot see

To answer to the calls

Of the goths I adore....

Mysterious and enchanting.....

Evermore....

The one I adore.

*incoherent screams plus distorted guitar solo*

*phee beatboxes*

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Best get out of my way

When you see me at the buffet

Because I thought she wanted flowers in a 'bucket' when she wanted a 'bouquet'

And now like the Lone Ranger, I am alone

'Cept I don't have a Native American buddy to talk to on the telephone

Yo I aint fat, y'all; I'm big boned!!

**Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh!**

(After the beat boxing we had to have something for the Fat Boys to sing. Well, I thought so, anyway.)

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But to serious gloom I return

for the blood in my veins makes me burn

for Bauhaus, and bands of their ilk

(Enter the Fat Boys, again)

My name is Kool Rock Ski; give up the chocolate milk~

Aint no corset big enough to hold my weight

Sold that shit on eBay...yo, it was great!

When it comes to eatin', you can't touch my skill

I do all my grocery shopping at the puppy-mill

Yep, pan seared puppies: that's what I munch

Some people call it cruelty to animals, but I call it lunch!

**Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh!**

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But to serious gloom I return

for the blood in my veins makes me burn

for Bauhaus, and bands of their ilk

(Enter the Fat Boys, again)

My name is Kool Rock Ski; give up the chocolate milk~

Aint no corset big enough to hold my weight

Sold that shit on eBay...yo, it was great!

When it comes to eatin', you can't touch my skill

I do all my grocery shopping at the puppy-mill

Yep, pan seared puppies: that's what I munch

Some people call it cruelty to animals, but I call it lunch!

**Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh!**

all hail head wreck, wonderfull is he

and his high priest rayne and her wife phee

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