No more
No more hippies
No more funk
No more love beads
No more junk
I guess Mom left me here. I don't know who with this time but they aren't home and the weed is better then the last place. I'm just glad not to be in the funky van or with one of her other acid loving, long haired, cunt face boyfriends.
I hope she never comes back. I could live here by myself. There's no cornfields or street bands or... or anything.
A huge city. And I've got lots of pot and a gun.
No more funk
No more love beads
No more junk
I guess Mom left me here. I don't know who with this time but they aren't home and the weed is better then the last place. I'm just glad not to be in the funky van or with one of her other acid loving, long haired, cunt face boyfriends.
I hope she never comes back. I could live here by myself. There's no cornfields or street bands or... or anything.
A huge city. And I've got lots of pot and a gun.