Glocca Morra Leisure f..cks
i'm sick of all the leisure f..cks dressed up in their
sunday best suits. and all the kettle kids are stuck
waiting for the next adventure. don't make the same
mistake again. i wouldn't be caught dead creeping with
the leisure f..cks. i hate it when they get too close to
me. so i don't let a single soul in, except the ones i
did before and will again. don't make the same mistake
again. i might be caught dead killing the last good
talk by stumbling where my grandfather stood - watching
his one son call "dad i really need some dough to get
it gone" all the kids get too close, raping their
spirits gut dry. but i got a hunch now - gold sounds. i
know what you've done to clear a f..cked up room. it's
all inside those fingers. evil has declared that it
will not be here too long but long enough to get some
and keep the insects wanting more ground. we're all
bitter f..cks. the darkness in my heart grows when we're
apart oh, no do you feel the way i do? i got messy
hands from digging in to the weak ones, oh no do you
miss me yet? i'm not bitter yet. to call in my teeth,
taste the bitter now. to call in my bluff, get the
devil out. all of the corners i cut when i was younger,
i found, they were only there to remind me that i was a
clouded lap dog attending the ambivalent. you can take
the kids cause i dont really want them now. you can
take the kids cause honestly im f..cking beat. so down
the stairs i crawled along and crept to your room. all
day long, i watched the clouds move in to these strange
formations. how's your hole? i knew it once, i lived
inside that moment for years it seemed. all i did for
you was all that i can do. how i'm gonna make this move
- please don't be upset ...
