Last time I checked blood was blue until it hits the air
Monkey see
Monkey do
I'm just a lonesome primate like you
Spinning on a pebble at the edge of a forgotten galaxy
One day father taught me to make a fire
Blowing air into the spark
Oxide
One day my father taught me where the throttle was
And I tore up the dirt road that led to the house
One day my father taught me where the trigger was
He beat the fire out of me
Until it raged a flame so fearsome no man could stop it
When I was born he let them cut a piece of my **** off
And branded me a first born son
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Last time I checked blood was blue until it hits the air
Monkey see
Monkey do
I'm just a lonesome primate like you
Spinning on a pebble at the edge of a forgotten galaxy
One day father taught me to make a fire
Blowing air into the spark
Oxide
One day my father taught me where the throttle was
And I tore up the dirt road that led to the house
One day my father taught me where the trigger was
He beat the fire out of me
Until it raged a flame so fearsome no man could stop it
When I was born he let them cut a piece of my **** off
And branded me a first born son
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