The Wall- In The Flesh
Who is she to decide!
To say I'm an animal!
I'm better than that!
But she stands there, gloating expresion on her face. Worse than the Slayer. At
least the Slayer will fight you.
She just straps you to a table and does experments.
To see how long I can life without blood. Or if my fingers grow back. Or if I can
run though her maze.
~ So ya thought ya might like to go to the show. ~
~ To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow. ~
~ I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine. ~
~ Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel, ~
~ And he sent us along as a surrogate band. ~
~ We're gonna find out where you fans really stand. ~
~ Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? ~
~ Get 'em up against the wall. ~
~ 'Gainst the wall! ~
~ And that one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me. ~
~ Get him up against the wall. ~
~ 'Gainst the wall! ~
~ And that one looks Jewish, and that one's a coon. ~
~ Who let all this riffraff into the room? ~
~ There's one smoking a joint, and another with spots! ~
~ If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot. ~
She's a mad scientist. Except the scientist waits till his 'subjects' are dead.
I'm not dead.
She's putting chips into my brain.
'Behavior modification' she calls it. That's a load of demon slime.
Did someone hurt her when she was young? Did someone try this with her?
Or is she just sadistic.
I've been talking to her. In english.
She pretends I'm not.
Pretends I'm like a parrot. A parrot who speaks but doesn't understand what's
saying.
I know very well what I say.
Does it make it easier? Telling herself than I'm just a lab rat?
Does it?
Disclamer: I don't own the Wall. I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I only
have the peices of my shattered illsions and my scraps of sanity. The Unknown
Vampire is my own creation.
Who is she to decide!
To say I'm an animal!
I'm better than that!
But she stands there, gloating expresion on her face. Worse than the Slayer. At
least the Slayer will fight you.
She just straps you to a table and does experments.
To see how long I can life without blood. Or if my fingers grow back. Or if I can
run though her maze.
~ So ya thought ya might like to go to the show. ~
~ To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow. ~
~ I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine. ~
~ Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel, ~
~ And he sent us along as a surrogate band. ~
~ We're gonna find out where you fans really stand. ~
~ Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? ~
~ Get 'em up against the wall. ~
~ 'Gainst the wall! ~
~ And that one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me. ~
~ Get him up against the wall. ~
~ 'Gainst the wall! ~
~ And that one looks Jewish, and that one's a coon. ~
~ Who let all this riffraff into the room? ~
~ There's one smoking a joint, and another with spots! ~
~ If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot. ~
She's a mad scientist. Except the scientist waits till his 'subjects' are dead.
I'm not dead.
She's putting chips into my brain.
'Behavior modification' she calls it. That's a load of demon slime.
Did someone hurt her when she was young? Did someone try this with her?
Or is she just sadistic.
I've been talking to her. In english.
She pretends I'm not.
Pretends I'm like a parrot. A parrot who speaks but doesn't understand what's
saying.
I know very well what I say.
Does it make it easier? Telling herself than I'm just a lab rat?
Does it?
Disclamer: I don't own the Wall. I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I only
have the peices of my shattered illsions and my scraps of sanity. The Unknown
Vampire is my own creation.