This is a song about "Canterbury tales"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Is that ya story? a cache of grey tales seems statutory

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

The dead don't grow older, and tell no tales/

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

So, i'm humming a hymn while reading fairy tales by the brothers grimm

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years