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[Aug. 2nd, 2007|08:44 am]
Advanced Studies In Debauchery

hedonism_210

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A long time ago, at a Con far, far away (ok, ok - it was last February in Seatac), I was introduced to a Jäger/absinthe shot called a Goth Killer - much drunkeness ensued.

Behind the cut, you will find my alternate lyrics to "Cop Killer" by Body Count (for those who wonder, Body Count is Ice-T's metal band). Behold the
I got my black shirt on
I got my black boots on
I got my gas mask on
This shit's been too long
 
You put a shot glass down
Jäger and ‘sinthe pour down
I'm 'bout to finish some shots off
I'm 'bout to dust some Goths off.
 
Goth Killer, better pour one for me
Goth Killer, fuck you sobriety!
Goth Killer, you know our livers are grievin'
(fuck 'em)
Goth Killer, tonight we get wasted
 
I got my head on right
Tonight'll be the night
I got this suck ass life,
and getting’ drunk sounds right
My adrenaline's pumpin'.
We got the stereo bumpin'.
I'm 'bout to drink me somethin'
I ain’t stoppin’ for nuthin'!
 
Goth Killer, better pour one for me
Goth Killer, fuck you sobriety!
Goth Killer, you know our livers are grievin'
(fuck 'em)
Goth Killer, tonight we get wasted
 
Die, die, die liver, die!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot yeah!
 
Goth Killer, better pour one for me
Try a Goth Killer, fuck sobriety!
Goth Killer, you know our livers are grievin'
(fuck 'em)
Goth Killer, tonight we get wasted
 
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down!
Slam the shot down, yeah.
Slam the shot down, it tastes real nice
Slam the shot down, it kills your pain
Slam the shot down, for your dead homies.
Slam the shot down, you don’t need a reason
Slam the shot down, don't be a pussy.
Slam the shot down, have some muthafuckin' courage.
Slam the shot down, sing along.
 
Goth Killer!
Goth Killer!
Goth Killer!
Goth Killer!
Goth Killer, what you gonna drink to get fucked up?
Goth Killer, good choice.
Goth Killer!
Drink a muthafuckin' Goth Killer!
 
Goth Killer, better pour one for me.
Try a Goth Killer, fuck sobriety!
Goth Killer, you know our livers are grievin'
(fuck 'em)
 
Goth Killer, tonight we get wasted!

At Norwescon 2007, the bastard child of a Goth Killer was born by adding an equal portion of Rock Star to the abinthe and Jäger combo - and it was christened The Roman Sack
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[User Picture]From: vintara
2007-08-02 05:59 pm (UTC)
I did my best, but the cut dosen't seem to want to work now.
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