Cheer Up, Ye Scurvy Dogs!
Giving war like common sense
Let’s cum until we’re lonely
Well, listen in and be observed,
But keep your plastic jewelry, kid
Stumble and grope these growing pains
You’ve been good boys/you’ve been good girls
Don’t deny yourself the bad life that you want
Sin and have it/lost and rabid
National Geographic photo of the month
Clean and matted/distantly savage
Like an indian burial at sea
Making fate happy
Devouring the scraps that mice will leave
Making fate happy
Kismet ain’t no sanctuary
She’s smoking in the living room
On the couch that you sold me
Indigenous to your land of doom
We awake from what cinema did