20 Years From Now.....
... we'll be playing the Madison Square Garden, and still, after all these years, we'll be sitting there amazed that three homeless college dropouts from Novi are still following us around all over the country and harrassing our fans outside - tell them that if they enter MSG, they will surely go straight to hell. Because, afterall, the Cartunes are the worst band in the entire world and that their lead singer, Dorothy D., killed Jesus.
Dorothy killed Jesus - stabbed the fucker in the back with a stake knife while his comrades/bandmates (fellow sinners) held the man down and spit in his face. None of this was in the Passion though, because the lethal weapon (and I don't mean Mel Gibson) was in charge of editing the script. They claim, however, that the disgusting one was not omitted from the bible though. He is, indeed, the all powerful Satan.
My friends, you all know the truth though - this isn't true. The Cartunes write lots of novelty songs, rock n' roll if you will. The Gang-bang-a-christian-rainbow-fun-bunch, however, doesn't get this though ... and ultimately the joke is on them because they took offense. So there you have it folks, it's all a big fucking joke. The fans and the ones who get it - they're in on the joke. And that's why they are here, with us tonite. If you don't like this, you can suck the Diety's cock and fucking like it.
Only two of the three members of the god-fearing money-shot alliance circle from Novi have the balls to cum on in. They're still very frightened though because the fans are dressed in all varieties - suits, ties, hippies, pimps, rapper wannabes, goths, grandmothers, ape molesting serial killers, and of course children of all ages. The two of them clutch their bibles firmly to their chests and hold their crosses to their faces, trying to hide once again.
Once the concert starts, they fear for their lives because everyone is having fun, until a revolution begins. The two are thrown on to the stage like the chickens that they are and Brehnt slices their heads off with pieces of his broken guitar. Their bodies are fed to the crowd and their heads are impaled onto our microphone stands. You see, they decided not to resort to violence, but we did, and will if we ever see you again. Just because we hate cowards. Bitches that go by "anonymous" which is stupid because we already know who you are.
After the show: As the fans leave MSG, they find the third one. He used to be in a crappy electro-metal band known simply as "the posers." He was Peg, the scrwany little blonde lead singer who sang sappy songs about his girlfriend on stage. They were all musically correct according to theory, but they were boring as hell. While he slept in one of the alleys, our fans lined up and bought tickets from God himself to take turns pissing on his face. If they got it in his mouth, they'd get a free Cartunes T-shirt.
Dorothy killed Jesus - stabbed the fucker in the back with a stake knife while his comrades/bandmates (fellow sinners) held the man down and spit in his face. None of this was in the Passion though, because the lethal weapon (and I don't mean Mel Gibson) was in charge of editing the script. They claim, however, that the disgusting one was not omitted from the bible though. He is, indeed, the all powerful Satan.
My friends, you all know the truth though - this isn't true. The Cartunes write lots of novelty songs, rock n' roll if you will. The Gang-bang-a-christian-rainbow-fun-bunch, however, doesn't get this though ... and ultimately the joke is on them because they took offense. So there you have it folks, it's all a big fucking joke. The fans and the ones who get it - they're in on the joke. And that's why they are here, with us tonite. If you don't like this, you can suck the Diety's cock and fucking like it.
Only two of the three members of the god-fearing money-shot alliance circle from Novi have the balls to cum on in. They're still very frightened though because the fans are dressed in all varieties - suits, ties, hippies, pimps, rapper wannabes, goths, grandmothers, ape molesting serial killers, and of course children of all ages. The two of them clutch their bibles firmly to their chests and hold their crosses to their faces, trying to hide once again.
Once the concert starts, they fear for their lives because everyone is having fun, until a revolution begins. The two are thrown on to the stage like the chickens that they are and Brehnt slices their heads off with pieces of his broken guitar. Their bodies are fed to the crowd and their heads are impaled onto our microphone stands. You see, they decided not to resort to violence, but we did, and will if we ever see you again. Just because we hate cowards. Bitches that go by "anonymous" which is stupid because we already know who you are.
After the show: As the fans leave MSG, they find the third one. He used to be in a crappy electro-metal band known simply as "the posers." He was Peg, the scrwany little blonde lead singer who sang sappy songs about his girlfriend on stage. They were all musically correct according to theory, but they were boring as hell. While he slept in one of the alleys, our fans lined up and bought tickets from God himself to take turns pissing on his face. If they got it in his mouth, they'd get a free Cartunes T-shirt.