Last one turn the lights out, and makes sure everyone is gone

dull as dirt, you can't assert the kind of light
that might persuade a strict dictator to retire
fire the army, teach the poor origami,
the truth is in, the proof is when,
you hear your heart, start asking, "What's my motivation?"
and try as you may,
there isn't a way to explain the kind of change
that would make an Eskimo renounce fur
that would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
unless you can trace this about-face, to a certain sign...

out of the shaker and onto the plate
it isn't Karmait sure ain't fate
that would make a Deadhead sell his van
that would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons
Oprah freaks and science seeks a rationale
that shall excuse this strange behavior
when you let it shineyou will inspire
the kind of entire turnaround
that would make a bouncer take ballet(even bouncers who aren't...happy)
but out of the glare with nowhere to turn
you ain't gonna learn it on "What's My Line?" - Shine Newsboys

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powers to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.

Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat: "You will lose it in your gym class if you wait til noon to eat".

Back when the Chess Club, said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune:

Chorus: When the toast is burned, And all the milk has turned
And cap'n crunch is wavin' farewell.
When the big one finds you, May this song remind you,
That they don't serve breakfast, in hell

Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies
Though to some our friend was odd, that day he bought those pine pyjamas
His check was good with God
Those here without the lord, How do you cope?
For this morning we don't mourn
Like those who have no hope
Oh rise up, Fruit Loop lovers-Sing out sweet and low
With spoons held high, We bid our brother "Cheerio!" - Breakfast Newsboys

thumbs out on a desert road,
I am told leads to nowhere,
any shade is as good as the next if your shadow doesn't go there,
week seven: Did you really asume,
I'd find some solace from the letter in your room?
next life, could you kindly refain
from throwing yourself at the mercy of a train?

maybe this world is a barren place for a soul prone to get lost,
but heaven still hounds from the smallest sounds to the cries of the storm-tosed,
week nine: I am writing in the sand
any little clue that could help me understand every whispered secret,
every muffled sigh, every half-truth that was added to a lie

every old demon playing back the crime,
if they needed blood, I'd have gladly given mine,
a Child of the Kingdom; still an invalid
forgive her, please Father, she don't know what she did - Elle G. Newsboys




On all of these quote, lyrics, etc. I just gave parts of songs, dialouge, etc. that I found interesting or moving.