60. GC Ladders

I wake up everyday it’s a daydream
Everything in my life ain’t what it seems
I wake up just to daydream of ladders
Some games are real shallow but R-Type is too deep
And all I care about is Fanboy riots
A heavy plot is my kind of silence
Everybody says I got to play Need for Speed
But I let it give me the slip.


Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....


Bonkers

Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....


Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....

Mmmmmmmm

I wake up everyday it’s a daydream
Everything in my life ain’t what it seems
I wake up just to daydream of ladders
Some games are real shallow but R-Type is too deep
And all I care about is Fanboy riots
A heavy plot is my kind of silence
Everybody says I got to play Need for Speed
But I let it give me the slip.


Bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon

Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....

59. Game Central

On a warm summers day,
GC went and said that
We're soon to never be...

But we all marched
With our ladders in tow
Still waiting for Shenmue 3!



VVV... LTR... FTW
Where is Nigel Humdrum?
His review style was
Black and white print
To our rear projection
(58"    LCD...
Drop down Screen.......)

Save the GC team,
They're like the Umbrella
Corporation.
But they don't
Have a T-Virus.
And provide much more info-tainment!

(Reversible Sedgewick x 4)

And what of the others?
Where will they go?
The potential is

Mr Pinkerton will
Help resurrect
The new series of Bits.

And Jenkins shall move
Onto Greener
Pasteurs new

Finally having time
To finish off
The World Ends With You...



Oh and What Of
David Jenkins?
He could use his vim
To write for anyone
Maybe he'll get to do
That new script for Tron!

But we want them all to stay
(Keep Game Central going... Let us play...)



Save the GC team,
They're like the Umbrella
Corporation.
But they don't
Have a T-Virus.
And provide much more info-tainment!

58. Funkin' in the Bushes

Bottle fulla jack
Bottle fulla coke
sing yerself a joke
All yer ever lacking

gin and tonic
stereophonic
hyper super sonic
dandruff off yer head flicks

dancing with the devil
lookin like a rebel
hair in a quiff
lookin a right dick

chokin on gum
drinking rum
weighing a ton
looking a right la.



fuckin yer whore
life is such a chore
walking down hall
dance if you want to.

I don't know
which way you wanna go
say fuckin so
hiding in the closet.

Drinking wine
tryin to pass time
eating lime
chewing on the cow pat.

queenies a cunt
chewing on munt
don't say she dun't
lesbian blighty whore

57. Fuckin' In the Wind

Merry man George
Fancy fleet footed
Danced like he cared
Although he became rooted
Stuck to the floor.
Couldn't get through the door.

Chopping up the lines
Like there was no tomorrow.
He has to beg
Steal and borrow
The lines he sings
So that he can make more.

Fuckin' in the wind.
Against the timber.
State your intention.
We all lose.

Create an execution of dilemma
You all know the one.
The one they call upon.
The one they praise.
The unholy God.
Liquid crystals in a codpiece.

Grievance in democracy
Raise suspicions
Executions upon trial.
Feared deliberations.
Count toward no man witheld;
Monsterous creations.

War is a three letter word.
Of which I'm becoming
Bored and wreckless.
I'm so bored;
With all this shit.

It's all so feckless.

Fuckin' 'gainst a leg
It's no use
State your allegations.
We all lose.

Create an abundance of fuck knows
You all know the one.
The one they call the one they chose.
The one they praise.
The unholy God.
Methodised Queens in a proven state of booze.

56. Fuck a Duck

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
A Duck

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
A Mok.

Lay
Lay
Lay
On my Cock

Lay
Lay
Lay
nestled 'tween a duck's

ARSE

ARSE
ARSE
ARSE
ARSE
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK

Majority of men conclude that a woman's
bottom reminds them of breasts
yet who am I to test this?
Who wants to go solo,
when a spit roast
saves much more time?!

Fuck amok
Arse a duck!
Duck amok?!
Fuck an Arse!

55. Freezing Chuck Saves

Sailing alone to the sounds of the moth
I stand aboard the only one made of cloth
Soaking in the liquids like a dry sponge
I keep asking if anyone is willing to take a lunge.
Desceased is technically, I.
Walking the path I have chosen,
Bound and obliged.
Forever high via the intricraces
Of often bought medicine qunatifications...

Forever high
Never lie
Explain to the boy
That knows not why.

Reclused and abandoned; I wait
Sitting in silence is all so fucking quaint
A loner; never meant to be a stoner
Giving oneself a permanent coma.
Only I, me, myself
Can change my ways, yet
I have fallen in the puddles.
The acquiescant follies of
Ones youthful Jollies

Forever high
Never Lie
Explain to be boy
That knows not why

Why his father is gone, and you are no more
Life now for him is an abandoned chore;
Seasonal abhorance
Liquid currency.
The way we plan things
Are never the way we hoped;
Forever more.

54. For You

The foundations of St Petersbourg
Are a trivial costume scene.
(Played out by paupers)
I laugh in the face of your
History - so disinteresting.
(My sister's my lover)
I dine upon the sculpture of the truth
And yet I laze upon my
Morals and waning youth.
Black lace and tie.
It's near time...

It's a time to say goodbye (so sad)
Please don't ask to push back
The shadowed hands of time.
The future is here at last
And our regime has simply.
Faded away and died.

The road to Rouen is dismantled
rotted and decayed
(Frayed at the seams)
The soldiers of peace; on a mantle
Above an antiquated fire place.
(Unpleasant dreams)
And yet we believe that the world
Can turn and live, developing
Like a youthful child.
All I can do is sing this hoax
And pre warn you of the void.

It's a time to say goodbye (so sad)
Please don't ask to push back
The shadowed hands of time.
The future is here at last
And our regime has simply.
Faded away and died.

And yet the tears roll down your face
While stuck in such a thankless place
Your body is frail and yet your
Food is stale, they can't cook for you,
So I'll just lose all common mood
Sit down next to the bed,
Whilst things are running
Through my withered aged (So aged)
Confused, scared, fragile head.

I know that sooner or later...
You will be gone from this coil.
There was a time when we were together.
Now all we can do is toil.

For you.