why this is unreal i can t stand still long enough to let myself freak out freak out hello there fella jesus i m on the jug again with sheaths and pills invading all those stills in a hovel of a bed i will scream in vain oh please miss lane i m pissed again and walking through out city s neon lights discussing our whopping sick sequential lines wanna carve out our lives intangible of price trying to find what happened last night i came upon your room it stuck into my head we leapt into the bed degrading even lice you took delight in taking down my shielded pride until exposed my darker side puckering up and down those avenues of sin too cheap to ride they re worth a try if only for the old times cold times don t go waving your pretentious love heaping on loads of complements he concocts every painable technique of exposing himself to the thrones of eagerly awainting merchant marines unaware of his own brooding nature the ex biker shreiks back across the infield lay me down and help despite take off their clothes and do dirty unspeakable things to the tiny ones waiting by the fishtank to take a bath that will last one thousand years i came into your room it stuck into my head we leapt in bed degrading even lice with a little pain my shielded pride until exposed my darker side puckering up and down those avenues of sin too cheap to ride they re worth a try if only for the old times don t go wasting your pretentious love halfway out of a wheelchair the commie ex patriot art dealer slash pimp shoves cells of pure feeling into the mouths of innocent prostitutes begging for a better view of the real videos so that their own skulls evaporating into nothing while men of real wealth wash their penises in the open sores of one hundred thousand blinded children looking for a better place to die to die x 3 i canna bubba lubba groopa wanna getta trubba dubba lubba lalalala kakakaka buhbuh echo echo echo echo echo echo mother fucker and just chill bitch