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The first twenty songs that come up on your playlist, give their title and follow it with "in my pants." Go!
"Want" -- in my pants. You know you do.
"Forgotten" -- in my pants. How sad...
"I Am" -- in my pants. Well, not at the moment.
"St. Anger" -- in my pants. The hell?
"The Host of Seraphim" -- in my pants. This has disturbing religious implications.
"Sin" --in my pants. I wish.
"Uncle F__ka" -- in my pants. Fuck you too, random setting.
"Chop Suey!" -- in my pants. Ooookay.
"My Last Breath" -- in my pants!
"Hard Fucking" -- in my pants. Thank you, Tenacious D.
"The Unnamed Feeling" -- in my pants. Hee hee.
"Severance" -- in my pants. Oh shit. ::whimper, cringe::
"High Wire Escape Artist" -- in my pants!
"Burning Bright" -- in my pants. The more the light shines through me?
"One More Time" -- in my pants! I'm virile, yes.
"The Struggle Within" -- my pants! I modified a little to sound better, but it's true, dammit!
"Get Out of This House" -- in my pants! Hey, I need those...
"Friendship" -- in my pants!
"Kyle's Mom's A B__ch" -- in my pants. I should have taken the goddamn South Park soundtrack out.
"Releasing the Demons" -- in my pants. 'Nuff said.