My first Nightmare Before Christmas Fic. so don't laugh at meeeee! Oh, Oh
yeah, I dont own any of these characters... Tim Burton does, and
god....He's a genius too. Jhonen owns zim, hes a genius ^_^ God full of
genius people. ^^
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There are many who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my intellegence is ignored far and wide
When it comes to destruction in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my irken charms
I have seen every human give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed knome
I have pushed the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so hungry for the sound of screams
And I, Zim, Who Cannot Sing
Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these organs
An emptiness began to show
There's something out there, far from my home
A conquer that I've never known I'm the master of doom, and a demon of the room
And I'll ZAP you right out of your pants
To a guy in Blorch, I'm Mister Shoot-n-Scorch
And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am ZIM!, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No invader nor man can destroy like I can
With the fury of my decapitations But who here would ever understand
That the Green-Kid with the Maniacal Grin
Would be in disire of a crown, if they only understood
He'd blow it all up if he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The hate and shame come year after year
Does nothing for everyones fears.
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There are many who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my intellegence is ignored far and wide
When it comes to destruction in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my irken charms
I have seen every human give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed knome
I have pushed the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so hungry for the sound of screams
And I, Zim, Who Cannot Sing
Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these organs
An emptiness began to show
There's something out there, far from my home
A conquer that I've never known I'm the master of doom, and a demon of the room
And I'll ZAP you right out of your pants
To a guy in Blorch, I'm Mister Shoot-n-Scorch
And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am ZIM!, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No invader nor man can destroy like I can
With the fury of my decapitations But who here would ever understand
That the Green-Kid with the Maniacal Grin
Would be in disire of a crown, if they only understood
He'd blow it all up if he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The hate and shame come year after year
Does nothing for everyones fears.