Composing - Boys Night Out

So come over to my house
Catch up over dinner
We are having strychnine and sirloin
Port wine and paint thinner
You'll convulse through the chorus
It's the song of the sinner
The audience is all dead
As I slowly clear the table
I know that this won't be the last time
It won't be the last time
I wrote this song
And the world will sing it
To me it's everything to me it's everything to me
it's on every corpse. I see her face,my love, my heart
I hear her laughter and she’s still alive
It's like she’s still alive
It's her body I'm holding
As we make love
My heart breaks every time I dismember the flesh
Hide the evidence and start again because

It's all about the song in my head
The one where the audience is all dead

I've probably listened to this song about thirty times, and only today realized it was about murder and necrophilia. Not that I care, I still like it. Plus I learned about Strychnine, so that's cool. If it wasn't one of the more painful ways of dying, I'd like to die from it, cause it sounds fun. Anyways, I added more links to the side, if any of you ever actually check them out. I'm thinking I need a way to have them more organized, and smaller without having them gone, because I use them a lot. Some spiffy little scroll bar or drop down menu of sorts. I dont know how to do those, so it will probably never happen, but a boy can dream about being the nicest little blog in a field of ones that are way to distracting or confusing. Yeah...