Pop! Goes the WeaselMore Like This
"All around the cobbler's bench
the monkey chased the weasel
the monkey thought 'twas all in fun
pop! goes the weasel"
Interview 1 The Monkey
"Look man, I was just havin' a good time, ya know? Monkeys have a long-standing tradition of terrorizing weasels, everyone knows that! It was me and him. I chased the little bugger for miles before we reached that cobbler shop. Around and around the bench we went until... hey, how was I supposed to know his head would pop off?! I mean, that is just not supposed to happen, ya know?" (Knock knock) "Hello? Who's there?" "Police, open up!" "Wha??? Hey man, what's with the cuffs? Wait! Hold on!! No, the cobbler made me do it! I swear, I'm innocent man. Hey, Owww! Not so tight, dude! MOMMY!"
Interview 2 Weasel's Grandma
"Junior was a good boy. Never got into a lick of trouble, ever! Well, there was the time he weaseled his way out of a theft charge (whoops! heh heh, pardon the pun). Never did like monkeys, no sir
Perfection SeekersWe all have wanted perfection,More Like This
And some went beyond limits.
They turned to forms of aggression.
Some leaving rubble and remnants.
Many tried to conquer, but finally fall.
They put themselves inside a dream;
Eventually they could no longer stall,
So they ended up in reality.
Though some still thought
That they were doing good;
But those people were caught
Because they misunderstood.
Those searching for perfection
Never found what they looked for;
Because we all have one imperfection
To which there is no cure.
Alpha SupremacyYour always acting cockyMore Like This
Thinking you can end wars.
You feel that your invincible,
Picking to many fights.
Though you are a skilled fighter
Using speed and agility.
Your still just fur and bones
Easily defeated like any other.
Still though you challenge me
Trying to claim pack leadership.
I just hope you find your paradise
After you lose in battle.
You fought quite valiantly and strong,
But your ego had turned you in;
So here you lay as motionless as stones,
And you had lost your battle.
A Girl Named CarmenI always felt I was invisibleMore Like This
And I almost greeted death;
But met their girl with a smile
That held mischief and secrets.
She had a burning passion
As if she was a blazing inferno.
I too had learned this passion,
And I felt like a hurricane.
She became my one true friend,
So I blindly stumbled into her flames.
Yet somewhere I knew in my mind
Her fire is not warm and inviting.
Her blistering flames closed in,
And tried to smother me into nothing;
But I had escaped the trap,
So they captured their own master instead.
The girl who destroyed herself
With her burning, wild fire passion.
Still after trying to trap me
The girl had taught me something.
She taught me I wasn't invisible,
So I stepped out from behind the shadows.
For this I thank this fiery girl,
A passionate girl named Carmen.