I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of the assorted characters of Yu-gi-oh. They
are the brain children of Kazuki Takahashi. I want to thank Mr. Kazuki for
the awe he strikes in me, and for making me laugh. Thank you, Mr. Kazuki!
Please don't sue me!
This song-fic is set to the tune of "Janie's Got a Gun," that venerable
Aerosmith classic from Pump that probably some of you are too young to
remember, though I was only seven when it came out and I listened to it
continuously then, so, maybe you're the same way. But I digress. Run out
and get PUMP now. Right now. This little poem/songfic I wrote is only about
1/1000 as good as "Janie's Got a Gun," or any Aerosmith song for that
matter. However, it might be enjoyable for you to listen to "Janie's Got a
Gun" while you read this.
To further cover my ass (I'm an English major and we have obsessive phobias
about plagiarizing), here's the works cited---
"Janie's Got a Gun." Aerosmith. PUMP. Geffen Records, 1989.
But, I digress again.
I love Bakura. I love both of them. And I know that Ryou would never do
what I imply he does here. He's too strong and brave. Just wanted you to
know.
God, have I digressed.
Ryou's Razor Blade
Schlit dum dum boy I'm the master today
Schlit dum dum first let me show you my blade
Shlit dum dum boy I'm the master today
Shlit dum dum first let me show, let me show, slice
Hold him, hold him down, hold him, hold him down
Hold him, hold him down, hold him, hold him, hold
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Yami's made in the shade
Drove the world to its grave
And what did his daddy find?
And how did he lose his mind?
They say when Tea found the body,
He tried to slither up her leg
Now the predator was prey
'Cause of Ryou's Razor Blade
It stopped being a game that day
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Not even the King could tame
The viper curled in his brain
And the gold ring on its chain
Where that robber was damned to hang
He jacked that lovely child's body,
And the boy's heart is sweet and strong
In his hunger he would toil,
In the shadows and the soil
'Til the meat was torn from his jaw
Locked away, locked away, no escape
Locked away, locked away, no escape
Lock him up, lock him up, lock him away
Ryou's Razor Blade,
Ryou's Razor Blade,
Not even the King could save
Him from the gnawing of constant pain
And where did he get that bruise?
He can't bear another fugue
He had to sneak up real quick-like,
And bleed the demon from his veins
He screamed that since he was my master,
I fuckin' hate the bastard
I won't ever let it be the same
Locked away, locked away no escape
Locked away, locked away no escape
Lock him up, lock him up, lock him away
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Not even the King could save
Him from the gnawing of constant pain
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Beautiful Ryou my friend I can't
Believe my fears
Was it that gold- lusting serpent
Who choked you with your tears?
And now the predator is prey
'cause of Ryou's Razor Blade
are the brain children of Kazuki Takahashi. I want to thank Mr. Kazuki for
the awe he strikes in me, and for making me laugh. Thank you, Mr. Kazuki!
Please don't sue me!
This song-fic is set to the tune of "Janie's Got a Gun," that venerable
Aerosmith classic from Pump that probably some of you are too young to
remember, though I was only seven when it came out and I listened to it
continuously then, so, maybe you're the same way. But I digress. Run out
and get PUMP now. Right now. This little poem/songfic I wrote is only about
1/1000 as good as "Janie's Got a Gun," or any Aerosmith song for that
matter. However, it might be enjoyable for you to listen to "Janie's Got a
Gun" while you read this.
To further cover my ass (I'm an English major and we have obsessive phobias
about plagiarizing), here's the works cited---
"Janie's Got a Gun." Aerosmith. PUMP. Geffen Records, 1989.
But, I digress again.
I love Bakura. I love both of them. And I know that Ryou would never do
what I imply he does here. He's too strong and brave. Just wanted you to
know.
God, have I digressed.
Ryou's Razor Blade
Schlit dum dum boy I'm the master today
Schlit dum dum first let me show you my blade
Shlit dum dum boy I'm the master today
Shlit dum dum first let me show, let me show, slice
Hold him, hold him down, hold him, hold him down
Hold him, hold him down, hold him, hold him, hold
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Yami's made in the shade
Drove the world to its grave
And what did his daddy find?
And how did he lose his mind?
They say when Tea found the body,
He tried to slither up her leg
Now the predator was prey
'Cause of Ryou's Razor Blade
It stopped being a game that day
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Not even the King could tame
The viper curled in his brain
And the gold ring on its chain
Where that robber was damned to hang
He jacked that lovely child's body,
And the boy's heart is sweet and strong
In his hunger he would toil,
In the shadows and the soil
'Til the meat was torn from his jaw
Locked away, locked away, no escape
Locked away, locked away, no escape
Lock him up, lock him up, lock him away
Ryou's Razor Blade,
Ryou's Razor Blade,
Not even the King could save
Him from the gnawing of constant pain
And where did he get that bruise?
He can't bear another fugue
He had to sneak up real quick-like,
And bleed the demon from his veins
He screamed that since he was my master,
I fuckin' hate the bastard
I won't ever let it be the same
Locked away, locked away no escape
Locked away, locked away no escape
Lock him up, lock him up, lock him away
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Not even the King could save
Him from the gnawing of constant pain
Ryou's Razor Blade
Ryou's Razor Blade
Beautiful Ryou my friend I can't
Believe my fears
Was it that gold- lusting serpent
Who choked you with your tears?
And now the predator is prey
'cause of Ryou's Razor Blade