How many people wanna kick some ass?

I do! I do!

Greetings and salutations all, apologies for not blogging more about my one year anniversary in the community, about the idiot who stabbed someone in the eye socket with a pen at San Diego Comic Con over seating and how fortunate it was that the assailant wasn't wearing a ROACH shirt at the time, how completely inept some adversarial bloggers tend to react to one's posts while I'm bringing up something spoken of in last week's Creature Feature episode, so someone missed a golden opportunity to verbally joust with their better in me. But enough about that, time for a musical interlude with a message!

If you found yourselves reminiscing about a song from the Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back soundtrack, then you picked up the musical cue. While preparing for my little holiday, I had an urge to play this song by the group Stroke 9. But what's this? It turns out that there are now TWO versions of the same song. The classic from the soundtrack, and another recorded live shortly after 9/11.

Wonderful. Another attempt at breathing new life into a popular song by changing the lyrics to something socially important and placing an exclamation point on a tragedy. Krampus didn't approve when Elton John did it for Princes Diana, so how would Krampus react to this?

Strangely enough, it was appropriately poignant.

yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen. As much as Krampus loathes such remixes, both versions actually seem to genuinely fit the frustrations I felt, knowing that I had foreseen the possibility for violence at such conventions, and had warned about the dangers. And in the pursuit for a musical outlet to voice the frustrations and outrage, both versions actually have strong messages, even spoken of in the second version. The point? It's all right and perfectly natural to feel like going on a violent spree. But wanton violence isn't the answer. It's important to find your expression, but not to cause needless harm in response, forging an endless cycle. And this is something preached about in the pursuit of educating people about Krampus Nights. It's good to vent and focus those energies into something positive without stabbing someone in the eye out of retaliation. Or worse, other weapons being pulled out of anger. Pens should not need to be confiscated from a convention where avid fans seek autographs from celebrities. It stands to reason that very few could foresee something like this occurring. But Krampus is among the few. And in the end, being right warms my black heart. As my diminutive ally Mister Jingles likes to state, ROACH can suck it. And I'm sure the problems with accessing their site this week can only accentuate my sentiment. But enough about insects underfoot, let's dance!

First is the original version of the song, along with lyrics.



How many people wanna kick some ass?

I used to be a nerd
Grew up in the suburbs
Nothing there ever went wrong
I made it up in this song

I talk about the hood
I say stuff like it's all good
Tell people I'm down with all the cool kids downtown
When I've never even been there

How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too

So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner

And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could

But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest

So spin your cap around to the back
You think you rhyme but you can't rap
Loosen that strap a little more
Till your axe hits the floor

Flip off your fans
Make em cheer
Try to look sincere
Anger today's fashion
So sing another song about bashing someone's head in

How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too

So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner

And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could

But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
Acting like I'm not the smartest
I'm really just a sensitive artist

Awwwww Yeahhhh

So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner

And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?

I said how many people wanna kick some ass?
How many people wanna kick some ass?
Whatcha gonna do when your sick of holding it back?
I think I kick some ass
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could

But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
Acting like I'm not the smartest
I'm really just a sensitive artist
Honest

And for your listening pleasure, here is the 9/11 version. Apologies for no motion in the video, but the song speaks for itself.



How many people wanna kick some ass?

I used to feel secure - at home in the suburbs
Nothing here ever went wrong - but now that time is gone
We talk about world peace - the wars on, TV
It's never been something I've had to fear, cause it's never even been here.

How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
And how many people are sick of holding it back? (I am) Well I am, too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
And how many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do, but I know
Violence is no answer to violence, but it's hard to sit here watching in silence


I hate to hate - don't fight; it's hard to know - what's right.
Think you can tear us apart or try to break our heart
Well think again - you're wrong; we've been this way - too long
Instead of breaking us down - it's brought us all together now.

How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am) Well I am, too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
How many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do but I know
Violence is no answer to violence; it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Violence is no answer to violence; it's hard to sit here watching in silence


So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
And how many people wanna kick some ass?

I said how many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
Whatcha gonna do when your sick of holding is back? (Scream)
(I think I'll kick some ass)

How many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do,
Violence is no answer to violence but it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Violence is no answer to violence but it's hard to sit here watching in Silence