And my lungs will grow cancers
And my back, it will grow achy

And by the second grade, I had my classmates hooked.
And in the fourth grade I threw a big crack party, everyone was invited

If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys
If you ain't got the do-re-mi

Self respect
If the bridge that I was driving over

But the summer took it away from me
And autumn has come to retrieve it

I was tired and confused
Doesn't look like that is changing

And that's not very punk of you,
Maybe you should change your mind, reconsider the whole deal.

One half of which goes to my brass monkey
The other half is going to

And everybody is afraid of me
And I can't make eye contact with anyone I see

I like telling dirty jokes
And I like smoking crystal meth

Gleaming fat and round
When you have no one

But the joke misfired, yes it did oh yes it did
'Cause the piece of the baby I cut off it bled and it bled

Oh rejoice, his hands perform hexes
Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you

And by the time that I was fourteen, I had found the cure to cancer
And by the time that I was fourteen, I was the president of the country

That's exactly what you wanted us to do
You wanted us to lead you on

Oh rejoice, his hands perform hexes
Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you

But I'm still just as broke as when I started
But that's OK because smoking makes you cool

I had a heart once
Full of fire and passion

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