My love smells shit, My Friends are all gays. I’ve even tried to done inst, And it’s not a shame.
And my world still my simple shame, And my work still my simple shame, And my work still my simple shame, Well take a dust rabble it’s my biz my simple shame.
He still working in mousetrap in cafe shop, He a got a high and break off boss blowjob. He has got any tickets for all their babooneries, two roads and pack of snaffled chips. And he’s got place in pit stals, for his g friend. But don’t know why she fucked with his brain, Because he had a band, because he had a dream Because he has a meth, he had a chance. They said that bullshit his imagination. And his barnet looks like a crap ki-vi That’s not for TV, that’s don’t give you easy street. And i do nots fucka uped talking about it La lala*** But he’s thrown out these words like magget, So what? You are still jack off in jar and he is not a rock star… simple guy with guitar