The Wall (parts 3, 4 and 5/26)
Title: The Wall
Author: Loki_the_Sinner
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Bam/Missy(minor) Jovak
Rating: R
Summary: Bam builds a wall to block everything out…
Warnings: umm…Death, drug use…General insanity…
Disclaimer: Don’t own…But boy do I wish I did!
Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 1
Daddy's gone across the ocean,
I was treading on thin ice my entire childhood, and when I finally grew up that ice broke.
I fell right through it, into the freezing water.
I finally learned that my father was dead.
I wanted to be mad at my mother,
For lying, for not telling me and Jess.
But I couldn’t.
She only wanted to protect me.
To keep me happy as long as she could.
Leaving just a memory,
A snapshot in the family album.
Instead I hated him, he was the one who died.
He left us, we waited day after day for him to come home and he never did.
So what did I have left, a photo?
He left, and he didn’t even have the decency to leave something behind.
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?
I wanted nothing more than to lock myself away.
I started to build the wall,
And he had laid the first brick.
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was just the bricks in the wall.
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The Happiest Days of Our Lives
Well, when we grew up and went to school,
When me and Jess got older our mother sent us away to school.
I like to think that it was the beginning of my end.
The teachers there were monsters.
There were certain teachers,
Who would hurt the children in any way they could,
They would tear down the students any way they could think of.
No thing we did was good, never any praise.
To them, we were the children of the devil.
By pouring their derision, upon anything we did,
Exposing every weakness,
No matter how hard we tried to hide it.
They always found the ways to hurt us most.
For me and Jess, it was our father.
“He did it on purpose I bet, got himself killed so he wouldn’t have to come home to you two.”
“What will you do Margera, tell your daddy?”
However carefully hidden by the kids.
But in (but in) the town it was well known,
As much as I hated every one of them,
I still couldn’t help but pity them if I thought about there lives.
It was well known fact that they got it just as bad as they gave it to us.
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Their wives came in a few times, all of them fat slobs and psycho bitches.
They would scream at yell at their husbands all day,
And hit them in front of everyone.
So when I really thought about it I realized that our teachers did to us what was done to them.
It was a never-ending vicious cycle
Within inches of their lives.
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Another Brick in the Wall Part 2
We don't need no education
I remember this one time, a teacher said some really fucked up shit to me and that night I had the greatest dream.
In the dream, the student finally had enough of the teacher and they started to fight back.
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
They overturned desks, tore up papers, and ran screaming through the halls.
And me and Jess led the whole thing.
We got back at them for every comment about our dad.
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
The teaches ended up locked in closets and tied to chairs.
We broke all the windows and shredded all the school work
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Screams of no more education, no more thought control, ran out through the school.
Books were tossed off the roof.
We don't need no education
We don’t need no thought control
We all gathered by the doors,
Ready to run out and embrace our freedom.
To leave out prison.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
I lit a match and tossed it into a huge pile of school work.
Then we ran smiling out the doors,
Turning, once we were far enough away, to watch the school burn to the ground.
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
From that day forward, lost in my fantasy,
I pulled even father away from everyone.
And I watched sadly as each teacher laid a brick
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bike sheds, stand still laddy!"
Author: Loki_the_Sinner
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Bam/Missy(minor) Jovak
Rating: R
Summary: Bam builds a wall to block everything out…
Warnings: umm…Death, drug use…General insanity…
Disclaimer: Don’t own…But boy do I wish I did!
Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 1
Daddy's gone across the ocean,
I was treading on thin ice my entire childhood, and when I finally grew up that ice broke.
I fell right through it, into the freezing water.
I finally learned that my father was dead.
I wanted to be mad at my mother,
For lying, for not telling me and Jess.
But I couldn’t.
She only wanted to protect me.
To keep me happy as long as she could.
Leaving just a memory,
A snapshot in the family album.
Instead I hated him, he was the one who died.
He left us, we waited day after day for him to come home and he never did.
So what did I have left, a photo?
He left, and he didn’t even have the decency to leave something behind.
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?
I wanted nothing more than to lock myself away.
I started to build the wall,
And he had laid the first brick.
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was just the bricks in the wall.
-------------------------------------------------------
The Happiest Days of Our Lives
Well, when we grew up and went to school,
When me and Jess got older our mother sent us away to school.
I like to think that it was the beginning of my end.
The teachers there were monsters.
There were certain teachers,
Who would hurt the children in any way they could,
They would tear down the students any way they could think of.
No thing we did was good, never any praise.
To them, we were the children of the devil.
By pouring their derision, upon anything we did,
Exposing every weakness,
No matter how hard we tried to hide it.
They always found the ways to hurt us most.
For me and Jess, it was our father.
“He did it on purpose I bet, got himself killed so he wouldn’t have to come home to you two.”
“What will you do Margera, tell your daddy?”
However carefully hidden by the kids.
But in (but in) the town it was well known,
As much as I hated every one of them,
I still couldn’t help but pity them if I thought about there lives.
It was well known fact that they got it just as bad as they gave it to us.
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Their wives came in a few times, all of them fat slobs and psycho bitches.
They would scream at yell at their husbands all day,
And hit them in front of everyone.
So when I really thought about it I realized that our teachers did to us what was done to them.
It was a never-ending vicious cycle
Within inches of their lives.
------------------------------------------------------------
Another Brick in the Wall Part 2
We don't need no education
I remember this one time, a teacher said some really fucked up shit to me and that night I had the greatest dream.
In the dream, the student finally had enough of the teacher and they started to fight back.
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
They overturned desks, tore up papers, and ran screaming through the halls.
And me and Jess led the whole thing.
We got back at them for every comment about our dad.
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
The teaches ended up locked in closets and tied to chairs.
We broke all the windows and shredded all the school work
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Screams of no more education, no more thought control, ran out through the school.
Books were tossed off the roof.
We don't need no education
We don’t need no thought control
We all gathered by the doors,
Ready to run out and embrace our freedom.
To leave out prison.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
I lit a match and tossed it into a huge pile of school work.
Then we ran smiling out the doors,
Turning, once we were far enough away, to watch the school burn to the ground.
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
From that day forward, lost in my fantasy,
I pulled even father away from everyone.
And I watched sadly as each teacher laid a brick
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bike sheds, stand still laddy!"