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Siglermas Carols

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    Anyone else feeling the Siglermas spirit?

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    “Progress isn’t made by early risers. It’s made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.” – Robert Heinlein

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    Just had a dream about this very concept last night. Must…write…FDOmas Carøl…

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    Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

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    Keep em coming![flickr-photo:id=5353037802,size=m] & Proud member of the Gutter Sistren

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    The Christmas Song (The Siglermas Song)

    (Chestnuts (Rocktopi) Roasting on an Open Fire)

    Rocktopi roasting on an open fire,

    a Ancestor nipping on your nose,

    Kayla got caught with a pair of rusty pliers,

    And there’s a triangle between my toes.

    Perry enjoys drinking wild turkey after a warm cup of joe,

    Quentin will superman punch out your lights.

    The Savior shoots arrows from his bow,

    Firstborn Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

    They know that Bryan Clauser is on his way;

    He’s locked and loaded with lots of ammo patrolling the San Francisco Bay.

    And Marie’s Children are going to spy,

    To see if what really comes through the portal are Ki.

    And so I’m offering this simple phrase,

    To Junkies from one to ninety-two,

    Although its been said many times, many ways,

    A very Merry Siglermas to you

    The Christmas Song (The Siglermas Song)

    (Chestnuts (Rocktopi) Roasting on an Open Fire)

    …………..JUNKIE 4 LIFE…..I’m MR. T’s brother from another mother, you can call me MR. M…..1st time Pusher…..NOCTURNAL (Rewrite) Byron Metz (as “Baldwin Metz,” medical examiner for San Francisco police)…..GO KRAKENS!…..and as always Have Nice Day…..

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    It’s beginning to look a lot like Sigmas
    Everywhere you go;
    Take a look at the bloody limb

    Glistening once again
    With triangles and Roctopi aglow.
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Sigmas
    Barnes is about to score
    But the most wonderful thing you’ll hear

    Is the sound of Scott in you ear

    Filling us with gore.

    With a pair of asbestos boots

    And a pistol that he shoots
    Mack is coming after you
    Infections that will talk

    And make you go for a walk
    Is the dread of Perry and Dew;
    And we can hardly wait for Scott to start anew.
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Sigmas
    Everywhere you go;
    Sara‘s plane is about to explode,

    She’s gonna lose her load,
    And Ancestors are coming through the snow.
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Sigmas;
    Soon The Crypt will reign,
    And the Junkies who give a shit

    Are just needing another hit
    Straight into our vein.

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    Sung to the tune of ‘Silver Bells’

    Messy sidewalks bloody sidewalks
    Dressed in intestinal distress
    In the air
    There’s a scream
    of deep agony 

    Loonies laughing
    People passing
    Blood in stool and urine
    And on every street corner you see

    Bloody Hell Bloody Hell
    Gasmasks and chem suits so pretty
    Hear the scream triangles bring
    Soon it will be Contagious

    Strings of guts bleed
    Spores and fugus
    Even pus thick and green
    As society falls over a tall cliff 

    Feel the bones crunch
    See the kid’s lunch
    Come right out of his chest
    And above all this bustle
    You’ll hear

    Bloody Hell Bloody Hell
    Gasmasks and chem suits so pretty
    Hear the scream triangles bring
    Soon it will be Contagious

    Secretary General, Evil League of Evil

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    *sung to "My Favorite Things" by the evil Julie Andrews*

    Bloodstains and long knives and cobblestone alleys.

    Screaming assassins and deadly amoebas.

    Bloody intestines that melt into snow.

    Here are the nastiest things that I know.

    When the cow dies. Count body bags.

    When I’m feeling my sad.

    I simply remember my nastiest things and then I don’t feel … I gag!

    Next!

    ** speaking of gag:  My dog, Connor, is behind me on the floor.  Farting.  The air is turning green and I’m gagging. Goodnight before he kills me.  **

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