Thursday, December 16, 2010


I ain't forty, I like your stories
Keep them coming cause It's kind a boring
It ain't coming you have to find it
'Cause all of a sudden you got grounded
You didn't care, you just stared
At the sign that said all beware,
In and Out and said Oi, Tik, Tok,
I'm glad you got away of me
Let the dying shorten this Rythmmmm
Let's Go Where the shores are green
Let's Go Where the Music's loud
Let's Go Cause this ain't no problems, fuck this, fucking tragedy

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