Comments on: Michael Jackson Memorial Tattoos: Gallery http://www.anorak.co.uk/215149/celebrities/michael-jackson-memorial-tattoos-gallery.html Tabloid news for broadsheet readers Fri, 27 Nov 2009 06:52:04 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: Grande Finale http://www.anorak.co.uk/215149/celebrities/michael-jackson-memorial-tattoos-gallery.html/comment-page-1#comment-414960 Grande Finale Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:04:01 +0000 http://www.anorak.co.uk/?p=215149#comment-414960 Tattoo two is brill :evil: Song: Thriller, Artist: Michael Jackson It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, You're paralyzed 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night (Rap performed by Vincent Price) Darkness falls across the land The midnite hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize your neighborhood And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse's shell The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller (Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo) Tattoo two is brill :evil:
Song: Thriller, Artist: Michael Jackson
It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You’re paralyzed
‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night

(Rap performed by Vincent Price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
(Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)

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