Ring around he covey
pocket full of pharmacy
money flew out the window
death to all that sin though
Free the owner of the slave
be the druggie at the rave
bless the ones that finger fun
hold me close I think I'm done
Now I'm off and on the run
eating big macs and dodging facts
no new thing under the sun
the thing is toppling see the cracks
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 4:23 PM UTC
Ring around he covey
pocket full of pharmacy
money flew out the window
death to all that sin though
Free the owner of the slave
be the druggie at the rave
bless the ones that finger fun
hold me close I think I'm done
Now I'm off and on the run
eating big macs and dodging facts
no new thing under the sun
the thing is toppling see the cracks
nonsense plus
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