Brought up on Ikea,MacDonalds and see how you look,
I see the round seeded buns of fat burger bums and the falling apart of furniture that you couldn't start,with instructions you can't read,go feed your face in that god awful place and get out of mine.
There was a time when mums cooking was best.(lest we forget)
as yet another chicken clucks and who gives a hoot or one flying,flux,it's all in the flux,we always knew that.
This will be our ruination,the fatification (i make words up) of...oh what the hell,let's station ourself by the doors,eat chickens like foxes on tables from boxes and go with the flow.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
Brought up on Ikea,MacDonalds and see how you look,
I see the round seeded buns of fat burger bums and the falling apart of furniture that you couldn't start,with instructions you can't read,go feed your face in that god awful place and get out of mine.
There was a time when mums cooking was best.(lest we forget)
as yet another chicken clucks and who gives a hoot or one flying,flux,it's all in the flux,we always knew that.
This will be our ruination,the fatification (i make words up) of...oh what the hell,let's station ourself by the doors,eat chickens like foxes on tables from boxes and go with the flow.
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