Team name: Team Pants-Caught-Down
Team members: Cyril the Wolf and Level 99
Song title: Dirty Mind

An anthem about masturbation.

Lyrics:

The sun is red, the grass is green
I'm in my bed with thoughts obscene
My eyes are closed, I'm trying hard
To continue this fantasy
We were walking down a hall of shelves
When suddenly we were not ourselves
So in a corner we took a chance
And started with our dirty dance

I cannot control my dirty mind
It plauges me in public all the time
Its not my fault that when I'm home
I need pics to help when I'm alone

My eyes are blue, seen in the mirror
My thoughts stray back to my dear
She's far away so I'm by myself
She certainly isn't any help
I get dressed to face the day
But now I find my thoughts will stray
The cycle repeats again and again
Maybe this is why I have no friends

I cannot control my dirty mind
It plauges me in public all the time
Its not my fault that when I'm home
I need pics to help when I'm alone

The meat is pink, I'm at work
My collegues think I'm just a jerk
But this part in life is all I got
Until I get a better job
I worry about my grades at college
Cuz, even if I get all the knowledge
They won't let me graduate
When all I do is masturbate

Its just me and my dirty mind
My GF left me and said "you're swine"
I'll probably be this way until I die
With a bottle of lotion between my thighs

Draconiator and JH Sounds as Clockwork Eagles


We always walk beside a long and dusty road
Stride along the side and do just what we're told
but there's a time when we must break apart from the mold
and take another path in our short lives

The rebels, they are among us
The rebels, they are upon us
The rebels, they are among us
The rebels, they are upon us

The dissidents, they stand alone and fight for a cause
and go against the grain, on their campaign
they may inspire change in their own way but beware
a martyr starts as just a rising voice

The rebels, they are among us
The rebels, they are upon us
The rebels, they are among us
The rebels, they are upon us

the clock has struck, the hour meets its end
we may bend but sure as sure we'll never break in two
and we will fight until the very end
cuz we have to go again under a time and place

Obtuse & RAMPKORV as Team COCKIN FUNK

Verse

Well you're getting old now
and life isn't everything you hoped it'd be
but don't despair now
jack and coke, is gonna make it alright

and The days go on
life just moves on hopelessly
but don't you worry
whiskey will make it alright


day after day
that bitch will call you
asking for booze
asking for yooz
but don't you worry
vodka will make it alright

She can screw herself
enough with her now
close that door
but don't you worry
rum will make life alright

Chorus
Times seem to be getting hard
its getting hard to breath
music is my only main escape
Life moves on
but I just throw one back
and groove a line on the bass

Verse 3
But just get on with it
live your life
throw one back
enjoy a beer
enjoy a refreshing blue light
life gets easier
it really does
take it from me
if it doesn't
Booz will make it alright

It's a secret to everybody.