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cOLD cOMFORT

from Morning Glory by Mark Alan Dooley

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these lyrics are about the moron Nigerian wanna be terrorist bankers son who tried to blow up that plane. what a jerk off

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Verse 1
I don’t believe in any thing
Fed up with my London ring
What a view my kitchen sink
Don't have a tear when someone dies
What a fuel, an ecstasy
What are the true member dues to me?
What you mean, it’s an insider deal
I’m going to load this evil thing

Chorus
What you call suicide is
Conceived in cold comfort
What a deal I’m going to build inside
I’m going to teach them cold comfort

Verse 2
Riding in my car broke down
Then I give them a sheet full of sounds
Mechanic ticking from my friend again
I’m going to bleed to show their deeds
What a little innocent one
The only enemy under the sun
While I shoot I lift high my gun
I’m going to feel it in my bones
It’s hunting season

Chorus

Bridge
In six degrees what will you be?
The time of this downward beats hour has come

Verse 3
What we kill in the night
Tyrant’s heroes’ deceit
What I do not believe is a nuisance
But that, it don’t mean anything
No way of knowing my London ring
When it hits they’ll know it's too late

Chorus
Chorus

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from Morning Glory, released April 1, 2009
MAD - guitar, bass, drums and vocals
Rich Beerman - guitars and synth

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Mark Alan Dooley Monroe, Louisiana

Artist, musician, audio engineer and producer, social media tinkerer, Graphic design and photography nut, Web dev dude, Raconteur. Weird but cool, freaky but fluffy, not naughty, not nice. The Lo-Fi Technicolor Dream Edition of sweet streaming consciousness musing from guitar guru soupafreek...MAD! ... more

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