Lack Bombing The Moon
Those bastards make me feel like clubbing baby seals and
killing dying species. f..ckers make me feel like sinking
crowded ships and O boy; I could use a fist fight, eye
wound. Knife fight. I’ll slide in my best suit and pour
some more grease on. O man; I know I look good. Whatever
they've got, I've got so much more. La la la la la la.
Such violence: la la la la la la. There is something
beautiful pouring out of me, something wonderful
happening to you. La la la la la la. Such violence: la la
la la la la. How I love this violence.
