to go to the bathroom was WW III, I slept for eleven straight hours, I saw me in the mirror, I thought I was unfit, leastwise I was alive, I drampled all the faucets I floated in the bath, feeling hung perfectly over, noticing many of my bathroom lacks, obvious lacks, cracks, my hair stiffened, I was diving at booz, people thought I was crazy, a diabolical guy with pigment flares that was alright, like a spatula...
boozin' at the duplex, having a bath, I right at an hour recollected you, umteens of yous came cashing cheeps a WW III, you know...
another boozin' at the duplex...
boozin' at the duplex, having a bath, I right at an hour recollected you, umteens of yous came cashing cheeps a WW III, you know...