So now I know the things I know And do the things I do And if you do not like me so To hell, my love, with you.
Love is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not. Love, I am told, is more precious than gold. Love, I have read, is hot. But Hate is the verb that to me is superb, And Love but a drug on the mart. Any kiddie in school can Love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
Roses are red, Violets are blue. That's what the tell me, 'cause I'm blind.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake, I'll cry in anguish, "Mistake!! Mistake!!"
There once was a guy from Umass He never went to class But he showed up one day Oh, screw this I need a lay.
There once was an old man of Esser, Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser, It at last it grew so small He knew nothing at all, And now he's a college professor.
Now I lay me down to study, I pray the Lord I won't go nutty. If I should fail to learn this junk, I pray the Lord I will not flunk. But if I do, don't pitty me at all, Just lay my bones in the dorm hall. Tell my prof I did my best, Then pile my books upon my chest. Now I lay me down to rest, And pray I'll pass tomorrow's test. If I should die before I wake, That's one less test I'll have to take!
I would want to live longer...