doctore, doctore

"I went to see the doctor
He said you're pretty sick
You got some real bad habits
You'd better stop right quick

I said doctor that's real bad news
Don't know what I'm gonna do

Doctor
There's nothin' wrong with me
Doctor doctor
Can't you see
Doctor
I ain't gonna die
Just write me an alibi

I went to see a shaman
He said you'll be alright
Just keep doin' what you love
Every single night!

I said that's I need to hear
Took away my childish fears."

Povo, só para avisar

De acordo com as profecias o mundo acaba amanhã, provavelmente lá para as 18h. Isto é, o mundo começa a acabar amanhã, e só acaba de acabar lá para 21 de Outubro, num cataclismo em tudo semelhante a uma invasão de zombies. Com um tanto de sorte ainda consigo celebrar mais um aniversário. Bota entrar em pânico, promover orgias e apanhar grandes mocas, como nos filmes que documentam os últimos dias antes de Apocalipse's.

Boa sorte a todos.

doctor, doctor

"I won't be the one you like
I won't be the boy next door
I won't be the chosen one
That's not what I'm here for
I don't like the way you are
I despise what you hold dear
Don't you try to make me change
I'll haunt you for a thousand years!"