The killer in me is the killer in you.
You’ve probably seen me hanging around
I’m a very familiar face in this town.
A day doesn’t go by that I don’t meet
a lot of my friends walking down the street.
I’m never too busy to stop by the way
and I’ve always got something pleasant to say.
Maybe some perceptive thoughts about the weather
or the latest news from Wall Street, whatever.
I could stand around all day making small talk
gushing platitudes, blocking the sidewalk
tying people up for hours with ease,
my one big talent is shooting the breeze.
When they start to squirm, I really get going
but only my happy-face smile is showing.
Why can’t the y see what I’m trying to hide,
I’m bustin’ a gut, laughing on the inside.
It’s in their smile when I say hello
I can see they think I’m a little bit slow.
But after a while with me, they look dazed
their eyes covered with a donut glaze.
I really start to cook when I see that look
I hit ‘em with every cliché in the book.
Their knees wobble and they start to weave
it’s like they’re begging for permission to leave,
they think they are having a brush with stupidity
I don’t laugh, even though it’s killing me.
Watching them wilt like day-old flowers
Ticking off the minutes as they turn to hours.
They are wondering how much more they can take
I give ‘em a friendly smile and a handshake.
We say goodbye very politely
Now say hello to the killer inside me.
Everybody has their doubts about my sanity
But nothing happens ‘cause they all feel sorry for me
I’ve got the whole town under my thumb
and all I’ve gotta do is keep acting dumb.
"Oh that boy Lou" they say "what a guy,
a little on the slow side but wouldn’t hurt a fly"
"and such a gentleman!" "Oh yes I know.
he sure can talk your ear off though!"
I tip my hat and pretend I don’t hear
grinning like a half-wit from ear to ear
I can think of a thousand ways to say hello
so I start through ‘em all, and go real slow.
They listen hard, and act like they care.
How can they be so completely unaware
of the truth the answer is always denied me -
so I introduce them to the killer inside me.
Like an unfunny joke which you must explain, when you have to let it be known you are cool. Chances are, you are not cool.
Quote:psssst
amy that was friday
not the one at my house with all my family there, that one was today
Quote:Chances are, you are not cool.
BUT
I am........
besides I only claimed to be the coolest on at that moment.
no matter who it was, even if it was just you and lz, you were still not the coolest
FBD I might let you pick out my curtains,
but you are no arbiter of cool,
I am.
i am the killer you cocknut
Quote:I agree.
i am confused as to what you agree with
Quote:i am the killer you cocknut
whatever douchepimple...
prosthetic cunt > cumcrack
I am,
not happy it is Monday.
i am
hurting all over my body