We have no fear
It's freezing here;
In our little town called truskadeer
So walk at night,
Carry cash in daylight
If it's wrong, here- it's alright
Difficult to pass the snow-
Criminality is no go.
Go ahead, ask Johnny Black-toe
In terms of violence
There is no sense
Their wounds will freeze over hence
With so many massive banks,
Robbing one? Yeah, no thanks!
The chill's not worth any franks.
And those ghosts,
The twilight hosts,
Frozen over or to the coast!
So come on here
To truskadeer;
for those ill-fated, quite a cure.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
We have no fear
It's freezing here;
In our little town called truskadeer
So walk at night,
Carry cash in daylight
If it's wrong, here- it's alright
Difficult to pass the snow-
Criminality is no go.
Go ahead, ask Johnny Black-toe
In terms of violence
There is no sense
Their wounds will freeze over hence
With so many massive banks,
Robbing one? Yeah, no thanks!
The chill's not worth any franks.
And those ghosts,
The twilight hosts,
Frozen over or to the coast!
So come on here
To truskadeer;
for those ill-fated, quite a cure.
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