SnotFlickerman

[Intro: Devi McCallion]
Programming like this
Is made possible
By viewers like you!

[Verse 1: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
Every day, every day, I'm so fucking freaked out
Every day, every day, I can't get the evil out
Every night I feel so far away
Someday, someday
Will it ever be okay?

Every day, it's a brand new episode
Every day, I guess we'll see just how far it goes
Every day, it seems like no one sees and no one knows
Every day, I kinda wanna cancel the show

[Pre-Chorus: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
Most days I just feel like I'm making it up
Call off the show
I pray to god that I'm just making it up
I don't wanna go to the show!

[Chorus: Ada Rook]
I wish this was just a cartoon so I could be like
"This is real as fuck, I love the way they don't give up!"
Tweet about it, "more stories like this, so important!"
But it really happened
Oh god, it really happened!

[Spoken: Devi McCallion & Ada Rook]
"So, uh, I have this idea for like, a cartoon or something.."
"Uh-huh."
"And, it's like.. There's these fucked up kids..."
"Uh-huh."
"And like, through the power of uh..."
"Understanding!"
"Yeah! It could totally be like, understanding, or like, forgiveness or something..."
"Uh-huh."
"They like, overcome all their fears, and in the end, they turn out to be like, fine.."
(Both laughing)

[Bridge: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
Aaaaaghhhhh!
What the fuck!
What the...
I wanna do that again, yeah

[Verse 2: Devi McCallion]
Every day, it's another new episode
Every day, slice a bit more meat off the bone

[Pre-Chorus: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
I can feel the evil in me
I'm such a faker really
Meat off the bones...
Crisis line, all agents busy
I feel so guilty
Meat off the...

[Outro: Ada Rook & Devi McCallion]
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!

[Intro: Devi McCallion]
Programming like this
Is made possible
By viewers like you!

[Verse 1: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
Every day, every day, I'm so fucking freaked out
Every day, every day, I can't get the evil out
Every night I feel so far away
Someday, someday
Will it ever be okay?

Every day, it's a brand new episode
Every day, I guess we'll see just how far it goes
Every day, it seems like no one sees and no one knows
Every day, I kinda wanna cancel the show

[Pre-Chorus: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
Most days I just feel like I'm making it up
Call off the show
I pray to god that I'm just making it up
I don't wanna go to the show!

[Chorus: Ada Rook]
I wish this was just a cartoon so I could be like
"This is real as fuck, I love the way they don't give up!"
Tweet about it, "more stories like this, so important!"
But it really happened
Oh god, it really happened!

[Spoken: Devi McCallion & Ada Rook]
"So, uh, I have this idea for like, a cartoon or something.."
"Uh-huh."
"And, it's like.. There's these fucked up kids..."
"Uh-huh."
"And like, through the power of uh..."
"Understanding!"
"Yeah! It could totally be like, understanding, or like, forgiveness or something..."
"Uh-huh."
"They like, overcome all their fears, and in the end, they turn out to be like, fine.."
(Both laughing)

[Bridge: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
Aaaaaghhhhh!
What the fuck!
What the...
I wanna do that again, yeah

[Verse 2: Devi McCallion]
Every day, it's another new episode
Every day, slice a bit more meat off the bone

[Pre-Chorus: Ada Rook, Devi McCallion]
I can feel the evil in me
I'm such a faker really
Meat off the bones...
Crisis line, all agents busy
I feel so guilty
Meat off the...

[Outro: Ada Rook & Devi McCallion]
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!

I see way more posts complaining about Windows users complaining about switching to Linux than I have ever actually seen of Windows users actually complaining about switching to Linux.

!NSFW@lemmy.world

I don't want to moderate this community, I didn't even know it existed until moments ago. Someone posted a pornographic/explicit post to Lemmy Shitpost, which is against the rules. I noticed the same user posted in NSFW, which surprised me because I thought Lemmy.world generally didn't host pornography. Anyway, it looks like the moderators all mostly logged in most recently two years ago (one of them one year ago) and there seem to be a lot of posts in there breaking the rules laid out in the community.

As I said, I don't want to moderate the community, but as it seems unmoderated and likely a draw for spammers/scammer/content sellers, perhaps it would be a good idea to just close it up until someone else actively wants to take it over. Just to reduce likelihood of spammy accounts, imho.

Anyway, thank you for your time and efforts here.

The Revolution will not be Televised.
And because many have not heard, or have forgotten…
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
And skip out for beer during commercials, because
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre
And will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because
The revolution will not be televised, brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mae
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner
At 8:32 on report from twenty-nine districts
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkins
Strolling through Watts in a red, black, and green liberation jumpsuit
That he has been saving for just the proper occasion
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction
Will no longer be so damn relevant
And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane
On Search for Tomorrow
Because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists
And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert Humperdinck, or The Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back
After a message about a white tornado
White lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom
The tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live.

The Revolution will not be Televised.
And because many have not heard, or have forgotten…
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
And skip out for beer during commercials, because
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre
And will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because
The revolution will not be televised, brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mae
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner
At 8:32 on report from twenty-nine districts
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkins
Strolling through Watts in a red, black, and green liberation jumpsuit
That he has been saving for just the proper occasion
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction
Will no longer be so damn relevant
And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane
On Search for Tomorrow
Because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists
And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert Humperdinck, or The Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back
After a message about a white tornado
White lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom
The tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live.

Girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl

Is there a way to find the cure for this implanted in a pill?
It's just the name upon the bottle which determines if it will
Is the problem you're allergic to a well familiar name?
Do you have a problem with this one if the results are the same?

Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl

Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl

Well strip the bark right off a tree and just hand it this way
Don't even need a drink of water to make that headache go away
Give me a sugar pill and watch me just rattle down the street

Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, oh girl, oh girl, oh girl

Girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl

Is there a way to find the cure for this implanted in a pill?
It's just the name upon the bottle which determines if it will
Is the problem you're allergic to a well familiar name?
Do you have a problem with this one if the results are the same?

Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl

Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl

Well strip the bark right off a tree and just hand it this way
Don't even need a drink of water to make that headache go away
Give me a sugar pill and watch me just rattle down the street

Acetaminophen, you see the medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine
Oh girl, oh girl, oh girl, oh girl