10 000 zits (per inch squared) © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "TEN THOUSAND FISTS" BY: DISTURBED BONUS QUOTE: "A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life." MUHAMMAD ALI		This one is about having zits, but when I was that age my mother told me at least a million times that it's bad to exaggerate so I might as well come clean here and confess that I never had 10 000 zits per square inch. Slurs an’ goooooooore! Slurs an’ goooooooore! Abhorred, goddamn zits and I know what it means And it means I will stay in for the night Out o’ plain sight Crusts on all my zits and all of my teens Will leave my face a crater in light All crater and fright Soon I can no longer open my eyes If this disturbs you don’t gawk, OK! I still remember the night I was stricken and sighed at 10 000 zits per inch squared! Puberty unstained Not on a quark of what I now consider a blight And hide in the light Leisure’s filled with strain This torrid facial marc will make a Doberman bite Or whatever ignite Soon I can no longer open my mouth If this disturbs you don’t gawk, OK! I still remember the night I was stricken and frothed by 10 000 zits per inch squared! Where are the knife that can open my bind? Save my beak and the mirror of mine! Where are the knife that can open my rind? Cleave the cheek ’for my mirror’s to whine! Where are the knife that can open my hind? Hear the shrieks from a mirror resigned! Where are the knife that can open my kind? Save this freak and his mirror combined! Soon I can no longer keep up the pace I need a surgeon, and do I pray! I still remember the night I was stricken and faced these 10 000 zits per inch squared! Aaaaaaaarrrrgg!! 10 000 zits per inch squared! Aaaaaaaarrrrgg!! 10 000 zits per inch squared! © Peter Andersson 2006
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