one for the delirious,
the inquisitors equipped,
loose lips,
loose grip.
loose lips,
loose grip.
the truth is the troops
are lost in the loops,
of houdini moves,
from those fools,
those fools,
those fools.
oh what can we do,
to break through to the justice.
alas, alas,
the rustic handshake.
not much comrade,
not much.
combat,
contrast,
combat,
contrast,
those stage show motions,
we slept on the stage,
we slept on our opponents.
i’m broken,
i’m broke.
broke.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
one for the delirious,
the inquisitors equipped,
loose lips,
loose grip.
loose lips,
loose grip.
the truth is the troops
are lost in the loops,
of houdini moves,
from those fools,
those fools,
those fools.
oh what can we do,
to break through to the justice.
alas, alas,
the rustic handshake.
not much comrade,
not much.
combat,
contrast,
combat,
contrast,
those stage show motions,
we slept on the stage,
we slept on our opponents.
i’m broken,
i’m broke.
broke.
