by Trisa Miroy on July 24th, 2016, 11:20 pm
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, Never should have called But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find. Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
Tukant Common
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