Death is inevitable. It’s a promise made to each of us at birth. But before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us. Whether it’s the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family, or the anguish of great loss. We all hope to experience something that make our lives meaningful. But the sad fact is not all lives have meaning. Some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines, waiting for something to happen to them, before it’s too late.
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave behind you hair
Lost my discretion
It’s not what I’m used to
Just wanna sniff you now
I’m curious for you
Caught my attention
I sniffed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her Loreal Shampoo
I sniffed a girl just to try it
I hope my voters don’t mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
Don’t mean that I’m a creep tonight
I sniffed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
No, I don’t even know your age
It doesn’t matter
You’re my experimental game
Just human nature
It’s not what old men do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey
I sniffed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her Loreal Shampoo
I sniffed a girl just to try it
I hope my voters don’t mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
Don’t mean that I’m a creep tonight
I sniffed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
You girls, you are so magical
Soft hair, smooth touch, so sniffable
Hard to resist, so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain’t no big deal, it’s innocent
I sniffed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her Loreal Shampoo
I sniffed a girl just to try it
I hope my voters don’t mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
Don’t mean that I’m a creep tonight
I sniffed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
Life it seems to fade away
Drifting further everyday
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly loss this can’t be real
I cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone
No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye
Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me, occupy my brain?
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late
I’m a popstar threat and I’m not dead yet
Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head
Like a deadbeat winner, I want to be a sinner
An idolized bang for the industry killer
A hideous man that you don’t understand
Throw a suicide party and I’m guaranteed to fucking snap
I’m supersonic, its pornoholic
Breakdowns, obscenities, its all I want to be
If you’re 555, then I’m 666
If you’re 555, I’m 666
If you’re 555, then I’m 666
What’s it like to be a heretic?
If you’re 555, I’m 666
What’s it like to be a heretic?
Everybody’s so infatuated
Everybody’s so completely sure of what we are
Everybody defamates from miles away
But face to face they haven’t got a thing to say
I bleed for this and I bleed for you
Still you look at my face like I’m somebody new
Toy, nobody wants anything I’ve got
Which is fine, because you’re made of everything I’m not!
If you’re 555, then I’m 666
If you’re 555, I’m 666
If you’re 555, then I’m 666
What’s it like to be a heretic?
If you’re 555, I’m 666
What’s it like to be a heretic?
Thirty seconds, sixteen, eight, four, lemme tell you why
I haven’t the slightest, I’m teaching your brightest
They’re listening, clamoring
All the money in the world can’t buy me
Go ahead, lie to me
Tell me again how you’re tortured
I want to know how you fallowed your orders so well
You’re full of shit, you had a dream, but this ain’t it
If you’re 555, then I’m 666
If you’re 555, I’m 666
If you’re 555, then I’m 666
If you’re 555, I’m 666
Murray: So, I know you’re a comedian. You been working on any new material? You wanna tell us a joke?
Joker: Yeah? Okay.
Murray: He’s got a book. A book of jokes. Take your time. We got all night.
Joker: Okay, okay. Here’s one. Knock, knock.
Murray: And you had to look that up?
Joker: I want to get it right. Knock, knock.
Murray: Who’s there?
Joker: It’s the police, ma’am. Your son’s been hit by a drunk driver. He’s dead.
Doctor: Oh, no, no, no. No, you cannot joke about that.
Murray: Yeah, that’s not funny, Arthur. That’s not the kind of humor we do on this show.
Joker: Okay. I’m… Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just, you know, it’s been a rough few weeks, Murray. Ever since I killed those three Wall Street guys.
Murray: Okay, I’m waiting for the punchline.
Joker: There is no punchline. It’s not a joke.
Murray: You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re telling us you killed those three young men on the subway?
Joker: Mmm-hmm.
Murray: And why should we believe you?
Joker: I got nothing left to lose. Nothing can hurt me anymore. My life is nothing but a comedy.
Murray: Well, let me get this straight, you think that killing those guys is funny?
Joker: I do. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not. Comedy is subjective, Murray. Isn’t that what they say? All of you, the system that knows so much, you decide what’s right or wrong. The same way that you decide what’s funny or not!
Murray: Well, okay, I think I might understand that you did this to start a movement, to become a symbol?
Joker: Come on, Murray. Do I look like the kind of clown that could start a movement? I killed those guys because they were awful. Everybody is awful these days. It’s enough to make anyone crazy.
Murray: Okay. So, that’s it, you’re crazy. That’s your defense for killing three young men?
Joker: No. They couldn’t carry a tune to save their lives. Oh, why is everybody so upset about these guys? If it was me dying on the sidewalk, you’d walk right over me! I pass you every day, and you don’t notice me. But these guys, what, because Thomas Wayne went and cried about them on TV?
Murray: You have a problem with Thomas Wayne, too?
Joker: Yes, I do. Have you seen what it’s like out there, Murray? Do you ever actually leave the studio? Everybody just yells and screams at each other. Nobody’s civil anymore. Nobody thinks what it’s like to be the other guy. You think men like Thomas Wayne ever think what it’s like to be someone like me? To be somebody but themselves? They don’t. They think that we’ll just sit there and take it, like good little boys! That we won’t werewolf and go wild!
Murray: You finished? I mean, it’s so much self-pity, Arthur. You sound like you’re making excuses for killing those young men. Not everybody, and I’ll tell you this, not everyone is awful.
Joker: You’re awful, Murray.
Murray: Me? I’m awful? Oh, yeah, how am I awful?
Joker: Playing my video. Inviting me on this show. You just wanted to make fun of me. You’re just like the rest of them.
Murray: You don’t know the first thing about me, pal. Look what happened, because of what you did. What it led to. There are riots out there. Two policemen are in critical condition, and you’re laughing. You’re laughing. Someone was killed today, because of what you did.
Joker: I know. How about another joke, Murray?
Murray: No, I think we’ve had enough of your jokes.
Joker: What do you get…
Murray: I don’t think so.
Joker: …when you cross a mentally-ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?
Murray: Call the police, Gene!
Joker: I’ll tell you what you get!
Murray: Call the police.
Joker: You get what you fuckin’ deserve! [Shoots Murray in the head]
Clementine [To AJ]: All this. It’s worth it. All those times you’d ask me if we’d find a home… All I could ever tell you was “we’ll see”. And your face would fall every single time. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan. I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought, and hoped you didn’t notice. Hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?
Sometimes I don’t know where
This dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don’t know the reason why
So I guess I’ll keep gambling
Lots of booze and lots of rambling
Well, it’s easier than just waiting around to die
Well, one time, friends
I had a ma, I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once ’cause she cried
She told him to take care of me
She headed down to Tennessee
Well, it’s easier than just waiting around to die
Then I became of age
And I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and she hit it on the sly
Well, I tried to kill the pain
I bought some wine, I hopped a train
Well, it was easier than just waiting around to die
Then a friend said he knew
Where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother, did we fly
But the posse caught up with me
And dragged me back to Muskogee
And now it’s two long years, just waiting around to die
Now I’m out of prison
And I got me a friend at last
And he don’t steal or cheat or drink or lie
Well, his name is Codeine
And he’s the nicest thing I’ve seen
And together, we’re gonna wait around to die
Little girl, little girl, don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines
We’ll shiver the whole night through
My daddy was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was found in the driver’s wheel
His body was never found
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
We’ll shiver the whole night through
You’ve caused me to weep
You’ve caused me to mourn
You’ve caused me to lose my home
Little girl, little girl, where’d you sleep last night?
Not even your mother knows
In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines
We’ll shiver when the cold winds blow
Walter White [To Pinkman]: You’re really lucky, you know that? You didn’t have to wait your whole life to do something special.
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