The french fry was assaulted
at least it could be seen
Pure evil is cuddly
And it's coming for you children's souls
Every
Stare at the walls when there's nobody here
Pull down
It's all been said before and I am tired of
Woke up this morning in a puddle of drool
I didn't
The open highway passes by, a blur at sixty-five
A cigarette
Pornography can't replace you in oh so many ways
Just like
You like to have things to keep on your shelf
Some
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