Calling in Jake, Dissention and the crew.

[DownOnRodeo]

Until he himself
Became the dodgiest businessman
As he grew colder.
Until he himself
Became just as phony
As were his offers.

So he ran some scams
Which he knew were wrong
But there were too many fan sites
To cut down!
Oh there's no love that we have for his strife
There's no love that we have for his strife
We brought him down.

J.T. meant to
Imrison you
Here in his fan club
Where we are imprisoned.
Oh there's no love that we have for his strife
There's no love that we have for his strife
We turned him 'round.

Still he runs the board
Waiting for some income
But there are too many daggers
In his back!
Oh there's no love that we have for his strife
There's no love that we have for his strife
We turned him 'round.


Running Mick's Chat Room
They're running it really badly
They're making lots of dough
Lots of dough
For what they know is really (really) wrong.
There are too many mods
Who cut down
All the people who have views

But we took him down!

[Gypsy-Rhiannon]

LMAO!!!! Excellent!!!!

Pip

[Gypsy]

Thanks, DOR, that was very clever and well done!
Especially loved the part about 'too many daggers in his back'!
LOL!

[SpyNote]

I think I ripped some stiches there.



Daniel
sln-news.info

[darklinensuit]

KICKED OUT (Kick It)

I'll not survive one Pip fight
I made club no good buy
Not that I know wrong from right
So I caused Mac spite
I would really rather lie
Than ever stop
I think club's for demeaning of fans

I think my name is Jonathon Todd
And you're glad I was kicked out
Yes I think I am the infamous Todd
And you'd prefer to kick me
For pre-sale ticket

Well there was jewelry made in Egypt
My fan club offered you
Well I could see the word "sucker"
All over you
All's fine on my board...all over my board
Or else you're barred

I think my name is Jonathon Todd
And you're glad I was kicked out
Yes I think I am the infamous Todd
And you'd prefer to tell me
To cram your ticket

So what contest
Kiss up to win
What is this
What's one more fee
What is this
Can't understand
Why is it fans hate me
They hate me
They hate me

It's a strange FBI affair
No sympathy from fans
Strange fans would ever dare
To send petition to bands
No I'm not employed tomorrow night
You won't see Mick trying
Tomorrow when the crickets start
No lying

I think my name is Jonathon Todd
And you're glad I was kicked out
Yes I think I am the infamous Todd
Pretender
Well, I think my name is Jonathon Todd
And you're glad I was kicked out
Yes I think I am the infamous Todd
And you'd prefer to kick me
Well I loved cash more than band itself
Something like lying
Nothing like forever more

[DownOnRodeo]

Think of us, sweet knight, when everything's going bad.
Think of us, sweet knight, everytime Mick Fleetwood's mad.
Think of us, sweet knight, everytime your contract's done
Can we seek a refund?

Cause nobody else is taking it, noo-oh.
And nobody else is taking it, no, no!
Didn't think membership
Meant we'd be left with zip
Lord, the photos were a little too strange!
Yeah, yeah, ugh!

We said that we would not rather pay
A thousand to meet Mick.
Lining Fleetwood's pockets
I guess he goes in ...style?
We said that we would not rather pay
So you just made up this Club.
Can we seek a refund?

Now we're members and who would know.
Still, the enemy said:
"Tomorrow I will upda-a-aate
"With lots of SnL vids."
Well one thing led to another,
But I guess you know about that
Can we seek a refund?

[darklinensuit]

CLUBWORLD LIES (Emerald Eyes)

You don't want to pay huge club fee
It was a scam that boosts cheats like me
And gettin' cash for the way I steal
Dishonest word is my only real thing
When fans question me, still I feel fine
And I'm full of greed, reason that I lied
Fan club job is now history
You saw through to cold heart of me

Find...trail of lies in this fight
Schemin' slimey and trite
As if snake-like I'll slither
Mick still put his faith in me
Although club sales got slow
First Mick's profits were easy

My petty lies are all history
Should be in penitentiary
Got me canned or I'd continue to steal
Bad reputation is my only real thing
Only dishonest word, maybe a lie
Could be a cagey bird, your lesson is taught
I was finally caught
For rip-off that you bought

[mylittledemon]

You guys REALLY scare me with this stuff.

[glitter_fades]

Illusion, was the fan club born at Mick’s Board
A reflection of the crook who ran it
Almost to the bands’ doom
Illusion--Sir Knight was a cheap hustler
From the old school

He pulled the bait and switch
On his board he’d start fights
He’d get his misguided minions
To do his dirty work at night
It’s like dealing with a two-faced schemer
His pockets lined with our cash were glittering
Guess what? The sleazy snake just died!

He’s alone now
With his minions
Thought he could get us
Thought we’d just get out
After all we’ve been through?
All of the drama
The sweet smell of victory
Now who’s the stranger?

He took us for granted
He traded on the name of Fleetwood Mac
Just once too often
Not for one minute
Not for anything
Would the band let you remain there
Just remember when you’re feeling haunted
That we were not scared

You’re alone now
With your minions
Why not just get out?
Leave Mick’s board, too
After what you put the fans through
All of the drama
Sweet smell of victory
Now who’s the stranger?

What we saw on this journey
We saw JT go down
We cannot pretend
That the joy will ever fall away
It’s like a party!
Ooo, the joy is never ending
We cannot pretend
That we’re not glad he's gone away.

(Repeat chorus)

La, la, la, la (Fade out)