Such Horrible Things

Music Sit back now, let me tell you a tale where justice does not prevail Or but a nail-fated light, so very full of strife We're too wrong to not make a right So when I was born I did surely scone my proud best Named in a lie's when tell the train drove them insane

My birth must have cursed I ain't been the nurse But I love the world as I deserve to be so easy best Try to conflate in us When I was too opposed to a grew-in, true or false Her as he sat unaware in his arms Yeah, most who is dismayed had to cut it all away

Oh, what a fucker, right? But it's a to be cut and filleted The tussle button disarray Until the piss is built away I am not a bad man Even though I do bad things Be rebounding Slash for a mole First boss, yes Not my lord it seems Not quite what I seem A hell

Where is exactly what it seems? When I was four I'd wait by the door With a knife in my hand And a moustache feels flat It would be like grand My brand is a milfer who slides the sharp aging gun Over and under slide Light is open to the beat I end the nut

Broken bones and blood cuts When I was six I used to triple Make a son in the woods We would run straight for fun Hide and seek hands and cough It would be forever lost Over and under scour Light is open to have my hair not tough He didn't even care about it