This is a song about "1980s"

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

That scary love, never get married love

I can taste the salt from my tears

Spewing out automatics

Cause you're a toy, a fixture, even gandhi will hold it

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

The simplest little thing maddens me

But make sure if they do see