Sled dogs after dinner. close their eyes on. the howlin' wastes. Kurt Cobain, reincarnated,. sighs and licks his face. then they drift past strips. of Serengeti and the gates.
Done and done. I never get my way. You always get your way. I never get my way. . Done and done. Talk about me. I'll listen for hours. 'Cause I don't know how it ends.
I can't imagine how you feel, and this is how you feel. You say your name like you're no longer convinced. But now they're strapping you in, and closing the lid.