(Talking). Home sweet home. Let me take a drink of my fucking bud lite. Yo Richter, lite that joint yo X. Yo yo yo. Turn the porch light on. . Welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green.
We The People Are United. The ones you never look in the eye. We The People, The Uninvited. The ones that see right through your lies. . I'm living in peace decease all evil.