Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo..
Prologue:
And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
Ohh dead.
Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you* get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?
And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'Cause now you've got (now you've got)
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most the both of you can give?
One, two, one two three four!
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Well come on,
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Oh motherfucker,
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing?
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why am I dead?
DEAD!
Chapter 1
A moving van moved into a quiet street in Belleville, neighbours stared out of their windows and had the mouth hanging open. The question on their minds was "Why were people moving here?" Belleville had the highest crime rate in all of New Jersey, and it hadn't seen a new resident in years. The street where the moving van had stopped at was quiet, but had the walls covered in graffiti, the streets had smashed alcohol bottles lying on the paths and almost 1 in every 5 houses had smashed windows. This isn't the place you'd want to move. This isn't a place you wanted to live, yet no resident wanted to leave.
A door opened from the rental moving van and two young men stepped out. One man had vibrant red hair that hung loosely by his ears, wearing sunglasses, even though the sun was nowhere to be seen, the sky was a dirty grey from the polluted clouds. The other man that stepped out of the van was tall and thin, he was taller than the read-haired man, but seemed younger. The tall, blonde-haired man glanced up at the neighbours watching them, and he began to smirk to himself. He seemed to be used to the attention. The red-haired man locked the van and walked up a few steps, opening the door to his new 'home'.
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"Frank!" Frank sauntered down stairs and picked up a slice of toast from his plate, taking a small bite, and he left for school. His bag was slung over his shoulder and his greasy black hair hung above his shoulders. Frank didn't really care much about his hair. It done whatever it wanted to.
Frank began walking through the park, to kill some time before class when he was approached by two handsome strangers.
"What have we here, Michael?" Said the first, walking in front of Frank and stopping him in his tracks. Frank turned to run back home, but he soon found himself trapped when the apparent 'Michael' began walking up behind him.
"I think we have a new toy already." Michael smirked, clamping a hand over Frank's mouth to keep him quiet. "Can we keep him Gerard? Please?" Frank saw the first man, 'Gerard' chuckle.
"He's not a dog, Michael." Gerard put his face close to Frank's and kissed his head roughly. "We could tame him like we would a dog."
Frank's breathing hitched and his eyes widened with fear. He began to struggle but Michael's firm grip held him still. Gerard grabbed Frank's hair and began pushing him to the ground. Frank started to crawl away, which only caused Gerard to let out a menacing laugh. Michael clamped his food down on the back of Frank's neck and Gerard leaned down, grabbing Frank's hair again and hitting it hard off the ground repeatedly, both of the men laughing as blood began to spill out of his wound.
Gerard and Michael picked up Frank and tossed him into their car, like he was a piece of the rubbish that littered the streets of Belleville.
And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
Ohh dead.
Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you* get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?
And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'Cause now you've got (now you've got)
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most the both of you can give?
One, two, one two three four!
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Well come on,
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Oh motherfucker,
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing?
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why am I dead?
DEAD!
Chapter 1
A moving van moved into a quiet street in Belleville, neighbours stared out of their windows and had the mouth hanging open. The question on their minds was "Why were people moving here?" Belleville had the highest crime rate in all of New Jersey, and it hadn't seen a new resident in years. The street where the moving van had stopped at was quiet, but had the walls covered in graffiti, the streets had smashed alcohol bottles lying on the paths and almost 1 in every 5 houses had smashed windows. This isn't the place you'd want to move. This isn't a place you wanted to live, yet no resident wanted to leave.
A door opened from the rental moving van and two young men stepped out. One man had vibrant red hair that hung loosely by his ears, wearing sunglasses, even though the sun was nowhere to be seen, the sky was a dirty grey from the polluted clouds. The other man that stepped out of the van was tall and thin, he was taller than the read-haired man, but seemed younger. The tall, blonde-haired man glanced up at the neighbours watching them, and he began to smirk to himself. He seemed to be used to the attention. The red-haired man locked the van and walked up a few steps, opening the door to his new 'home'.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Frank!" Frank sauntered down stairs and picked up a slice of toast from his plate, taking a small bite, and he left for school. His bag was slung over his shoulder and his greasy black hair hung above his shoulders. Frank didn't really care much about his hair. It done whatever it wanted to.
Frank began walking through the park, to kill some time before class when he was approached by two handsome strangers.
"What have we here, Michael?" Said the first, walking in front of Frank and stopping him in his tracks. Frank turned to run back home, but he soon found himself trapped when the apparent 'Michael' began walking up behind him.
"I think we have a new toy already." Michael smirked, clamping a hand over Frank's mouth to keep him quiet. "Can we keep him Gerard? Please?" Frank saw the first man, 'Gerard' chuckle.
"He's not a dog, Michael." Gerard put his face close to Frank's and kissed his head roughly. "We could tame him like we would a dog."
Frank's breathing hitched and his eyes widened with fear. He began to struggle but Michael's firm grip held him still. Gerard grabbed Frank's hair and began pushing him to the ground. Frank started to crawl away, which only caused Gerard to let out a menacing laugh. Michael clamped his food down on the back of Frank's neck and Gerard leaned down, grabbing Frank's hair again and hitting it hard off the ground repeatedly, both of the men laughing as blood began to spill out of his wound.
Gerard and Michael picked up Frank and tossed him into their car, like he was a piece of the rubbish that littered the streets of Belleville.
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