I see empty beer bottle corpses scattered around a ***** lobbie
While ciggarette butts twerk around these lonely bodies
If only there was a light that didn't come from a dead matchstick
Slumped over and burnt out
Because we turnt up
Then it turned out that we're made from plastic
Fantastic.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
I see empty beer bottle corpses scattered around a ***** lobbie
While ciggarette butts twerk around these lonely bodies
If only there was a light that didn't come from a dead matchstick
Slumped over and burnt out
Because we turnt up
Then it turned out that we're made from plastic
Fantastic.
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