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Skulls by the Misfits

The corpses all hang headless and limp
Bodies with no surprises
And the blood drains down like devil's rain
We'll bathe tonight

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls

Demon I am and face I peel
To see your skin turned inside out, 'cause
Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
Whoa

Ghost Rider ~ 2007
Nicolas Cage portrays a skeletal motorcycle-riding vigilante with a flaming skull in the film.

The Skulls ~ 2000
Director: Rob Cohen
A secret society so powerful, it can give you everything you desire... at a price.

Diamond Skulls ~ 1989
United Kingdom

Tidbit: Six Indiana Jones for Movie Titles were registered with the MPAA and the 4^th one was “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull”.

Quotes

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." --From Hamlet

“We wonder about those who went before and what those who follow will think of us.” --Ginger Edwards

“There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: How do you hang on to someone who won't stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won't go?”--Danny DeVito

Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull—Lord Byron

Start not—nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.

I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;
I died: let earth my bones resign:
Fill up—thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

Better to hold the sparkling grape
Than nurse the earthworm's slimy brood,
And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of gods than reptile's food.

Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others' let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine?

Quaff while thou canst; another race,
When thou and thine like me are sped,
May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.

Why not—since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce?
Redeemed from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs to be of use.