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"please allow me to adjust my pants.
so that I may dance the good time dance.
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance.

Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild, wild, wild.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, a box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express, on your mothers' doorsteps.
21 guns, a box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express, on your mothers' doorsteps."

Quick sketches, movement, no more than 10 or 20 minutes each... enjoyed doing this, an awful lot. I like movement and energy. Lyrics and title by Clutch, who rock your socks to kingdom come. And if you've ever heard this song, which you haven't I'm sure... you'll know why they're all dancing like they don't care. *grins*

(Open Canvas, wacom tablet, around an hour total)

Description
"please allow me to adjust my pants.
so that I may dance the good time dance.
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance.

Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild, wild, wild.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, a box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express, on your mothers' doorsteps.
21 guns, a box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express, on your mothers' doorsteps."

Quick sketches, movement, no more than 10 or 20 minutes each... enjoyed doing this, an awful lot. I like movement and energy. Lyrics and title by Clutch, who rock your socks to kingdom come. And if you've ever heard this song, which you haven't I'm sure... you'll know why they're all dancing like they don't care. *grins*

(Open Canvas, wacom tablet, around an hour total)