what's in my head? what's in my head? nothing.
what's
thirteen locks upon my door
pit bull sleeping on the floor
baltimore,
money coming in
suckers stumble out
everybody gotta see
what's the deal about
a
well he wondered what
his life would be like
with the prettiest
life is a landfill, baby
all this garbage piled high
black dove
god knows i've tried to live
but this is all there
Shiny, shiny pimpmobile
Running through the night
Shiny, shiny pimpmobile
Runnin
everybody's got a dream
some dreams can kill you
some just dry
university girls
on cell phones
ah, trivial things
the rat with the chicken
what does T.S. Eliot know about you?
he knows nothing in
» More on East River Pipe