Oh, hey there bighead. Bighead, you're alright. Wasted, feeling, feeling alright. . Well he walks with his head up high. Flips a wink and wonders why he never gets his wool.
And the funeral screams the song that it sings. The memories feel what was everything. The sound rings loud from a sick shotgun. What can never be fought can never be won.
I know, I've been in conversation. I had a reservation but now it's going slow. One trip, I fell into a big drop. While choking on a rain drop and I ain't thirsty, no.