i read it on the internet the cyclops wasn't getting fed so you and i were sacrificed for the coming attraction. get those black carpets out prepare for disaster and drought they always sign the documents with invisible ink. all the cool kids hanging out clearly know what its all about but half of them arent really all that cool. every mother fucker has his day but all the kids with half stack amps will have the final say.
we dont even get free beer whats say we get out of here, come back for our set, and boo the silent stage i wanna see this place burned down by all the meth heads hanging round, actually i take that back i dont wish that on anyone every rotten bastard has his day but all the kids with half stack amps will have the final say