We’re your little boys,
But you don’t even bother.
It’s like brother without the “R”
And we’re startin’ to harbor,
Cool on food for thought,
But for you, we’re starvers.
Let’s just push everything under the bed and say it’s clean, shall we?
THIS IS THE REAL THING!
STAND UP! FISTS OUT!
I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY!
God. I love Maylene and the Sons of Disaster.
and Mama always said the warmest blanket is six feet of soil.