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I was born in a messed up century
My favorite flavored treats are raspberry amphetamines
I bought a car, Beretta age 16
I brush my teeth with bleach 'cause I ain't got time for cavities
My daddy put a gun to my head
Said, "If you kiss a boy I'm gonna shoot you dead"
So I tied him up with gaffer tape and locked him in the shed
Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend
'Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright, we'll survive
'Cause parents ain't always right
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Drop a toaster in my bath
Watch my mom and dad laugh
See a thousand volts go through the son they wish they never had
They told me casual affection leads to sexual infection
But it's hard to get an erection
When you're so used to rejection
Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher
But then he had to leave her
Had to wash away the sins
Of a male cheerleader
Hi, nice to meet ya, got nothing to believe in
So let me know when my breathing stops
'Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright, we'll survive
'Cause parents ain't always right
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Tick-tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot
Tick-tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot
My high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright, we'll survive
'Cause parents ain't always right
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Fuchiki enjoyed the song but it also made her a bit worried. She turned around and looked at us.
"Who thought of this song?" She asked.
"That would be me," I smiled, raising my hand.
"Did it actually, y'know?" She questioned.
"What? Oh, no, no, no, my dad was the best. He never threatened me or hated me or anything like that. I just made the song for other reasons." I explained, reassuring that it wasn't true what the song was talking about.
"Just out of curiosity, who was your father?" Fuchiki asked.
I gave her an unsure look and then looked at the others.
"His name was Igneel.." I answered.
"Igneel? Quite an interesting name," she said
I nodded and then looked over at Metalhead and the others.
"Your music is quite good, how about this, you allow me to be your publisher. You'll get 60% and I'll get 40%?" She asked.
I looked back at the others and then back at Fuchiki.
"We get 70% and you get 30%." I said, crossing my arms.
Fuchiki thought for a while and then looked back at us.
"Deal," she said, putting her hand out for me to shake.
I shook her hand.
"What will your band be called?" She asked.
I gave her a look of surprise and then turned to the others.
"We never did think of a name," I said, now realizing that we never thought about it.
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The Dragon Slayers Music Life
FantasyAlright, alright, sooo this is a whole entire remake of 'From Starting Fights to Making Music'. I ended up not liking the whole story and just deleted it all. This is meant to be a remake of it and I hope it turns out more to my liking, anyways, ins...
