This is something thats been bugging me, usually in the middle of the night when i can't sleep... I came up with this catchy little country tune and the name of the song: Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon The problem is that no matter what I do I can't get the versus and most of the chorus that i tried to loosley base on Good Omens. SO I call on the creative genius of the board to help write this damn song so I can finally get some sleep... Verse 1 Verse 2 Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon Burnin' in the fire of hell and heaven The apocalypse has started And I haven't got it sorted Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon Verse 3 Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon Verse 4 Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon
Curse you spiky, it's now 2:30 am and I've just spent an hour trying to cure your insomnia. Not one of my best but it may help you get some sleep. {yawn} :lol: Verse one There's an angel here on Earth called Aziraphale, who's existance is a very strange tale. And his best friend is a demon, who avoids the hellish steamin' and sits around just drinkin' wine and ale. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon Burnin' in the fire of hell and heaven The apocalypse has started And I haven't got it sorted Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon Verse two Now a witch called Alice Nutter made a prediction, that would cause these two to question their conviction. That there would be a birth, at a quiet place on Earth, right in the middle of their joint jurisdiction. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc Verse three At a private nursing home, out in the sticks, Is where Crowley was to perform one of his tricks, He was to carry out a heist and swap the Anti-christ, With the help of a group of religious mavericks. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc Verse four Well the job went wrong, as you'd expect of Pratchett, The best comedians couldn't even match it! So to simplify this tome, he was sent to the wrong home, a situation, that his station, did not befit. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc Verse five His childhood friends and youthful liberty, began to change when he reached puberty, with his pet, a confused Hellhound, Quite suddenly, he found, like all young men he could become quite shirty. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc Verse six The time had come for the final Armageddon, four apocalyptic bikers his way were headin', along with a witchfinder, and a pretty cauldron minder, the atmosphere was becoming rather leaden. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc Verse seven With the opposing hosts a gathering for a fray, the situation could go either way, Then suddenly he saw, he could make up his own law, and he broke the whole thing up in disarray. Chorus Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc
