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Twisted Sister Heavy Metal Christmas

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
a tattoo of Ozzy.

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Seven leather jackets
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight pentagrams
Seven leather jackets
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Nine tattered t-shirts
Eight pentagrams
Seven leather jackets
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Ten pairs of platforms
Nine tattered t-shirts
Eight pentagrams
Seven leather jackets
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eleven black mascaras
Ten pairs of platforms
Nine tattered t-shirts
Eight pentagrams
Seven leather jackets
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
Twelve silver crosses
Eleven black mascaras
Ten pairs of platforms
Nine tattered t-shirts
Eight pentagrams
Seven leather jackets
Six cans of hairspray
Five skull earrings
Four quarts of Jack
Three studded belts
Two pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy...

Reality

As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?

And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

And My heart is tearing apart
A deep wound that will never heal
my heart is bleeding and I can't do anything
There's only one exit and that's send you my desires to change all this shit!

Just my thoughts

There was a very quiet girl,
who always liked to be alone.
She always struggled against strong forces,
Dying light of the moonlit always chased her.
There were lots of human beings who tried to put her down.
They tried to mash her dreams.
But one day, she decided to invoke a force which could help her to leave through the oneiric path to reach her dreams.
Sometimes you think that you fit in every place.
But one day you realized you're alone and It's so late.
And you're tears begin to roll on you face.
And you make a set of anger, indifference, hatred and mutism guarded in your heart whose branches catches you.

El tiempo, es algo tan efímero.
Es volátil, engendrado en las mentes de seres,
con ganas de apoderarse de nuestras emociones,
enfrascándolas en una circunferencia,
sin sentido, cada una de esas agujas posee una
imagen recolectada durante el día,
siniestra y plácida a la vez.
Es una especie de hecatombe que ocurre en lo
mínimo de esos lugares pequeños, llenos de
impulsos que causan angustia.
Infinita y desgastada de tanto ser planificada.
Llena de momentos.