Its that time of year don’t you hear? the skeletons are creaking the ghouls are sneaking kids are screaming

now lay me down to sleep i pray Shangri-La my soul to keep but if I’m dead, before i wake i pray to ninjas my axe to take

when i die show no pity send my soul to juggle city dig my grave six feet deep and put two matches by my feet put two hatchets on my chest

i pledge allegeiance to the hatche… the underground juggle society and to the ninjas for which it stands,… family, under clowns, full of frea… with faygo and neden for all

A tree blowing in the wind Do we ever stop to think How a thing that sways low and has to support so much life Could ever last that long?

our father of Shangri-La hallowed be thy name if the world turns over save me from thy fire rain keep me pure

the one i loved then i realized his initials could stand for more then the one i love

what happened to the love we once shared? the nights we sat at the t.v as a pair? together as two peas