Ode to a Megadeth song spelled incorrectly because proper etiquette is for those who become commandos in the fall; only to complain about their cold, cold hearts.

writing a screenplay in the backseat of this car...
she took me for a ride and now im lost on mars
no life to be seen just a desert painted
i kissed the sky and nearly fainted from the thin air
with the snow falling from the sky; are you there??

a nuclear teardrop in my eye... but i am a man so i dare not cry,
i just keep writing scenes in my mind...
occasionally i write them down but mostly they just stay inside this time capsule...
a lonely place to be when your writing a screenplay for an actress who will never read..
you don't even know her forwarding address...
where is my dress?? where is my dress??

she has left this place in search of a yellow brick something or another...
the land of oozzing pus yes the kitten whispers atom heart fucker
you better open your nose to the sound...
carry me in your arms so my feet dont touch the ground
there is no time like the present to make your presense known...
it reminds me of the day Arlo Guthrie jumped off the empire state building...
of course he never really jumped but if he had im sure this is the song he wouldve sung

oh the cure of all curses to be remember for one thing and one thing alone
the vibration of the telephone woke her up just in time to watch him laughing
as he passed by the window of her apartment on the fourteenth floor...
yeah i admit robert smith is a rather odd name for an american idol..
so is kelly clarkson but i have to admit... there is this dream
there has been this dream i have been dreaming ever since i was ten years old...
i dont remember the details but there is a cat in the window...her name is cat

and oh yeah...

oh well... time to get back to writing my symphony of destruction.