Evergreen Terrace God Rocky Is This Your Face
i can smell your stench from here.
some quick interest in cleanliness would do you some you
some good.
give me a break from your skin.
your breath is going to choke me out.
your disease is eating my good times away,
go faster and faster and you're just standing at the end
of a short bridge of disaster.
give me a break, give me a break from you.
give me a break, give me a break from your distorted
versions of philosophy.
no one is impressed wit you're long life of self tragedy
and it's no ones fault but yours.
