It's outlandish how I have to manage on this mismanaged planet and plan my life in this **** land of sin I'm in
Like choking on cinnamon More like spoons full of sugar got Mary going down and popping medicine So sick it makes you want to hold shut your nose hole with a clothes pin Air out your ***** laundry Let the funk blow in the wind then throw all your dreams away in a clothes bin.
Look at me I'm sitting here faintly inebriated with this picture I've painted