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Originally Posted by luxinterior

Oh, quiet.

Everyone knows hell exists. How else would you explain Don Henley?

This is the sound of my brain
Then I said -This is the sound of my brain on Don Henley
Then I said -One two three four
He's a tortured artist
Used to be in the eagles
Now he whines like a wounded beagle
Poet of despair
Puffed up with hot air
He's serious, pretentious and I just don't care
Don henley must die
Don't let him get back together
With Glenn Frey, Don Henley must die
Cut on the TV
And what did I see
This bloated hairy thing winnin' a grammy
Huah
Best rock vocalist
Compared to what
Bunch of pseudo-serious Kraft angst-a-matic
Satanic plot
Don Henley Must die
Put a sharp stick in his eye, don henley must die
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Oh
Quit playin' that crap
Youí²¥ out of the band
I'm only kidding, can't you tell?
I love his sensitve music
Idiot poetry swell
You and your kind
Are killin' rock and roll
It's not because youí²¥ o-l-d
--Cause you ain't
Got no soul
Don't be afraid of fun
Loosen up your ponytail
Be wild, young
Free and-a
Get your head
Outta your tail
Don Henley
Must die
Doní´ let him get back together
With Glenn Frey
Don Henley
Must die
Put him in the electric chair
Watch him fry, Don Henley must die
Don Henley must die
Ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
No Eagles reunion
The same goes for you too Sting
Ah
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