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Topic | ITT: post lyrics from the last song you listened to |
joestarrr 07/11/18 3:46:32 PM #62: | Cutters of the pie, throw your summers in the sky Collar-pop Jolly Roger die, motherfucker, die! Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion Snuck a jammy through the red tape and tiptoed past him Worm teeth grinding feverishly below As little organic hacksaws eager to feed and grow So when it's Blackhawk over the glass walk They surface up through the cash crops With clippers for your belly-up mascots and never dine alone Meanwhile, back at sea level, it was home by home zone for zone Bloom County's homeless riot for home ownership; I hope you put gas in the motor-home and know the roads I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb And that's unevenly rendered To those who grew up thinking faith was a surrender of reason, but not a reason to surrender Catch the Liberty Fires' catalog: 40 torched orchids and citronella for Algernon Don and Vagabond, alike, repent This shit should have been, "Beta burns Babylon. The End." --- you can't spell american dream without eric andre ... Copied to Clipboard! |
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