" Gerard: Well, are you ready, Ray?
Ray: Yeah...
Gerard: How about you, Frank?
Frank: Oh I'm there, baby
Gerard: How about you, Mikey?
Mikey: Fuckin' ready...
Gerard: Well, I think I'm alright

1 2 3 4!

3 2 1 We came to fuck
Everybody party till the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea till it's done

Hair Back, collar up, jet black, so cool!
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you, c'mon

When you wanna be a movie star
Play the game and take band real far
Play it right and drive a Volvo car
Pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon!

Hey you look like somebody I used to know

And now 3 2 1 we got the bomb
Everybody hurry till the tax man comes
Glimmer like Bolan in the morning sun
And get your finger on the trigger
Tap the barrel of the a gun
Hair back, motherfucker!
Jet black, so cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

When you wanna be a movie star
Play the game and take band real far
Play it right and drive a Volvo car
Pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon!

Fuck yeah
That's right
1, 2, 3, 4

Well 3 2 1 we came to fuck
Everybody party till the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea till it's done

Hair Back, collar up, jet black, so cool!
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

When you wanna be a movie star
Play the game and take band real far
Play it right and drive a Volvo car
Pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon!
C'mon!

This party
I think it's way too loud
Gonna have to turn it down a little, sorry. "

Haha, så himla skön låt! Älskar den så hårt. Vampire Money ♥



Sitter och rollar nu. Ofc c:
Nyss bestämde jag vad jag ska ha på mig i morgon. Om jag orkar - och hinnner - kanske jag lägger upp ett kort på morgonen hur jag ska se ut^^ Men jag vägrar att kalla det Dagens outfit. No chanse. Nopp.
Nej, jag kommer kalla det KLÄDER.

Hörs senare :3

"Oh well now
Mama we're all gonna die
Mama we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions
I'd hate to see you cry. "

Det finns inget band som ens ligger i närheten av My Chemical Romance.
Det är världens bästa band ♥

 The Black Parade ↓ Har faktiskt två affischer med The Plack Parade i mitt rum.



Sitter och rollar nu, på Potter-Roll. Det är kul c: Lyssnar på MCR och ja, har ångest för i morgon.
Vill verkligen inte till skolaaan.
Aja, ska vara positiv. På Fredag efter skolan börjar helgen^^

Tycker (inte) om att jag inte fick en ända kommentar på förra inlägget c'x Fail. Det är allt jag säger.
Är det någon som vill länk-byta så är jag gärna med.

Lyssnar på på Cemetery Drive nu btw.
Aja, ska fortsätta rolla nuuuu.

CC YAAAA.

"At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home, Never coming home
Could I?
Should I? "

Jag tror att det var den första MCR låten jag var helt fast i. Så sorglig, så bra ♥
Alltså videon är så sorglig. Mikey ♥

Här är en gif från videon:



Och här är typ en av världens mest vackra gif, från inspelningen:



♥

Ska fortsätta rolla nu.

"Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you
In a hail of bullets

I'm trying
I'm trying
To let you know just how much
You mean to me
And after
All the things
We put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two
Keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like
There's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you
And we'll keep it running

But this time
I mean it
I'll let you know just how much
You mean to me
As snow falls
On desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying
I'm trying
To let you know
How much you mean
As days fade
And nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end
Until this pool of blood
Until this
I mean this
I mean this
Until the end of

I'm trying
I'm trying
To let you know
How much you mean
As days fade
And nights grow
And we go cold

But this time
We'll show them
We'll show them all
How much we mean
As snow falls
On desert sky
Until the end of every

All we are
All we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are
All we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are
All we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are
All we are
Is bullets I mean this

As lead rains
Will pass on through
Our phantoms
Forever
Forever
Like scarecrows
That fuel this flame
We're burning
Forever
And ever
Know how much
I want to show you
You're the only one
Like a bed of roses
There's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands
And as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood
And as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes
And in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes
I mean this forever. "

Antagligen den bästa låten som någonsin gjorts. Älskar den, så helt sjukt bra ♥
Och såklart kan det inte vara några andra än My Chemical Romance som gjort den.
Demolition Lovers ♥

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
And someone says, “You're in the wrong place my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They'e trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
“Have Mercy on His Soul”
They all play on pennywhistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
“Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row”

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
“Which Side Are You On?”
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the doorknob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don’t send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row



Mikey ♥