Orphaned Lyric

Hi Guys, after the "tremendous" response to my earlier post, I got the motivation to write another one.


                  This work of mine is something which didn't find the light of the day as some of my earlier ones. Now I need to tell you all a brief history about it. After I joined Engg, I had become quite a loner a la depressing phase you can say. It is in my 2nd year of Engg that I got in contact with these guys calling themselves "Third Reich" - A metallic band based somewhere in the western suburbs and i need to thank MySpace for this!

                  The Band had 5 members - Gavin S, Arvind J, Sam F, Abu B, Shreyas S. During one of the interaction, they got to know of my creative skills, though I had juz copied the lyrics of Aerosmith. Honestly, I didin't explore that aspect of mine ever before (creative and not a plagiarist). Later on i started doin the real stuff for them, dark themed songs. But then I was not the only one they depended on. There was a gal named Juanito also known to them. This is the last song kinda rap that I wrote for them but unfortunately due to some internal strifes or ego problems they called it a day as a band. It is just a part of the song they were supposed to compose.

                 "All characters and events in this blog - even those based on real life are fictional and co-incidents. The blog may contain coarse language and due to it's content should not be viewed by anyone."

Juz take it as a satire.

This is in fond memory of the band and here we go.......



Everybody sounds so,


for a shit.


Probably they are,


the very Hypocrites.






Goin on to write,


the large Reams.


so as to destroy,


ma huge Realms.






Well comes the M*@#$^#,


who puts in the hat,


Only to lose,


like a Big Man Fat.






I guess He doesn't,


what the Nations facing.


He is there only,


to fill His Casing.






Don't expect to be ruled,


by those Knickers.


They are simply,


a Replica of Beggars.






What the shit or hell,


is there in the Red-House?


Where law is in the hands,


of a f#@$% mouse.






Long Live the Democracy,


if You can't save the fair.


If the Killer is dealt,


with a lot of Fanfare.






Whoever sheds


the Blood of a Man,


His Blood will be shed


by his Own Clan.






We'll be back,


We'll be back,


When the goin gets wrong,


to Clench and Twist


and bell the Iron Gong.