He knows , he ain't the very first one
If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son
They gather 'round howling together, muzzles toward the moon;
Till u go hiding in your cabin like a scarred raccoon
Sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy
And its fucking funny
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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