I just picked my favorite ones from the deranged list at Wikipedia, in an attempt to get an evil array of songs going through the heads of my most evil friends.
Not really. No. You betcha. No. Yes. I can. It's not. Keyboard clicks? Yes. Only if all else fails. Only when all else fails. Hell, no. Southwest. You first. Me first. Yes. I'll let you know. Yes. With titanium, according to Dad. Excuse me? Fine. Hallucinogens. Three or four minutes. About $200 more than he's worth. Sure. I hope so. Yes, she isn't. No, Janice. Not yet. I think so. If you like. Yes. Yes, Audra. Mais, oui. Don't know. You asked. Four-letter word. Very unusual. Shanghai. Aboot what? Don't you know? Very little. Not much. Ask Bush. Patrick, Paul. MrKnowItAll. Me. I suppose, me again. Originally, I think it was Enoch, son of Methuselah.
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But where are your answers, man?
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How much reality can you take? (Banco de Gaia)
Where is the walrus? (Alan Parsons Project)
So what? (Miles Davis)
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:P
Or did you mean my songs were killing you?
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