Barbarisms Heaviest Breather
I was the guard in the rations room
Hungry as a hippopotamus
The favorite child of some loony tunes
The scoundrel of my inheritance
For all those on the shoes of truth
I thought I was the heaviest breather
I want to check if I heard you right
I want you to swear on your mamma and Jesus
For all those on the shoes of truth
I thought I was the heaviest breather
I was not
Promiscuous as a thought
The lingua franca of the heart
After drinking ourselves blind
Feeling we proceeded
For all those on the shoes of truth
I thought I was the heaviest breather
Huffing and puffing
The swan song of the nothing
I am not what I once was
Under her kindness
I am not what I once was
Under her kindness
I am not what I once was
Under her kindness
I am not what I once was
Under her kindness