You're like an anchor tied around my ankle. But I wanna swim, but I gotta breathe. . They're big fucking stars. I swear to God they are. . For all the money that you spend, we will earn it.
With a wink and a nod look, we're all giving favors. There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand. Examples must be made, discipline must be maintained.
Consuming every little thing we get our claws around. I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs. With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath.