Wilma's Rainbow: Australian Tour Collectors Edition
You heard about, "be your own man" You talk a lot and loud Illustrate the obvious boy You're mentally endowed Watershed year comes You're flush with fever The richest junk dealer Honestly, a book you read once let you Think in rhyme. The old extreme sits Pale and molds now for the Millionth time Wilma's rainbow of peaceful colors The richest junk dealer
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
I can't move her Obsessed with protection This is a bad idea She needs affection What, me? Drive around town Forced to talk Pass that church again Where's a parking spot? It's Sinatra's world She just lives here I hate everything As much as I hate me What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? She doesn't see me I don't care Just move around some And fix your stare I had more fun Took half the time Cost three bucks Buy a magazine, oh What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best? Yeah
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Lost senses Attention you get Short step is mighty Now your need turns sick To realize is Fastest defense Stand yourself on Right and wear this thin Land it I have to get it, get it right It's what I need, what I need I have to get it, get it right It's what I need Land it Land it
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
The tic begins, where's the manner end? The climate change will never get in Silent and strong, prepossessed You never need to make your own mess Weasel to me, charming to some Loathsome and glib, habits like self-love Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche Lean smug back and work your pitch And all the way I'm gone No demon race to find You paint it up and know That any face could lie And all the way I'm gone No demon race to find You paint it up and know That any face could lie Affect my greatest style What suits me best of all I keep my pocket filled Lean right and fall
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Victimized But you're in bed Stumble out And run dead If it ever paid To self-start Environment Make you smart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim, kid I heard it once But not before Begging off And livin' bored My hands are tied Webbed feet again Fell in behind And claim us dead Just another victim Just another victim, kid Just another victim Cast this In spite of truth Give it up I'll lie to you Blame and flame this Turn it, start Pointed finger You fall apart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim You played yourself Now you're pointin' fingers How I've robbed and raped ya Bruised and scraped ya But those are just lies 'Cause in your eyes You've been victimized It's how you size it up You disguise it up And try to make it look real To cover up the low self esteem you feel Introspection, an afterthought Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport But now you're caught up in the undertow You never knew a man could sink so low But now you know 'Cause you're John Doe In a black bag A tag on your toe I built the house I felt the pain You're victimized But got no one to blame Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Holy diver, I'm a survivor Feeling like De Niro in Taxi Driver With Jodie Foster and Harvey Keitel Looks like I'm walkin' through a livin' Hell So spark that owl and I'll get lifted Feelin' the effects of what my spliff did 'Cause I'm gifted I read Sun Tzu I bought a gun too, so you'll never come too The weight of the world ridin' on my shoulders 'Cause I'm a soldier, I thought I told ya You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim, kid
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026