Hey, there bad seeds, let's get it on. I'll shut up and keep my end. Let's get it on. Our sycophantic replacements are here at last. . So impossible. The doubt in the everything, on everything.
Going to fly to Hawaii, get laid in a lawn chair. Drown in a bathtub, fill it with cheap beer. I miss new wave and movies about losing. Or just the parts where it's a-okay.
Well, this is it, so where it's at monomaniacs. Baby, you know all we're good for. Drugs for the kids, if the kids are flat. All dressed up to match. Those shit eating grins look effortless.