PORCHES. - Fog Dog | Текст песни

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• PORCHES.
• Fog Dog

today i was good at the city
today i made some money
see mommy?

today i kissed a real beauty
she was a painting she was glowing
she was santa fe and roughed up copper
a real wrist-knocker

a teenager next to an ash tray
under a grand piano they laid
and nostrils flared as they misbehaved

david he played us a silent fugue
ears stuffed with flowers while joejoe cruised
and duncan stirred though nothing was heard

and i thought i saw your face in the fog
but it was just the fog
o m g

the fruits were all cold, the fruits were all cold
and swelling
they put a hard face to soft sleep
PILLLOOOWWWLLLLY
o daddy
i'm 23(17)
well aren't all we

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