There's a creapy old guy in the lou
Looking at me like I am sort of screwed
Birds are crawling on the floor
Praying for my urin to flow
Clean our head with toothpaste
Wash my balls with innocent faith
Snorting burned liquid soap
I have never been in the cold
Ref.
How many times have I told you to sit straight
This is not another dream called faith
Clear my nose with white clear listerine
A promise that no one could ever
Take my change
No
Dirty bitchslaps to my head
Someone stold my bunkbed
Lying passed out on the floor
I am crawing for more
Doing bad things with my home
You sort of knew it all along
This was never our fault
I hate to sit and talk
Ref.
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