9.5.11

Anit got to go home, But ya got to get the hell Out of here

The hiss of the glycerine-spewing machine
Obscures the visions of the cave dwellers
Make-it-Rainers, Lascivious PTYz,
Killers rocking a Jesus piece and all who leap
To tread the mainstream
I’m out of control socialize with me
I’m breaking bread and pouring out plenty
It shakes the earth all around
The light of the Kaleidoscope rainbow is blinding now
Stomp, twist, and pump your fist
Yo, thats my shit
Standing on helicopter blades and need to sit down
“Cant stand these muthfuckas trying to throw me out”
Oh, she is half-naked showing her tits
He’s hold up his pants looking real sick
It’s only four hours how loose can you get
Loose enough to think you own it
Tears are flowing you just cannot control it
She has no interest, so you hate that bitch
Don’t care who you know, the answer is no
The circus will be here tomorrow
Time for you to go

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