From the age of six to weak bones and homes for geriatrics
We all still wanna **** the same eighteen year old actress
So go home *******, switch hit and call it practice
And I'll go home and write some rhymes about these ******* fascists

Pray my humble words find wings and fly about the atlas
Play like in my best of dreams when words become the catalyst
To tear apart the great machine 'til the haves have never had less
We'll both wind up with a sticky mess and possibly a bad wrist.