Burt Reynolds on repeat
tapping away is not done in an act to get comments for your pity to make me feel better... its a sad day when you dance cause youre hurt and youre lost, we really dont mind... dont show it much, do we?... and im as smart as the rest of them... yeah my apathy usually leads me to be quarantined with that writhe of a man... sloths will eventually lead you to a place called home in YOUR lungs... attention getters cant be cabaret dancers... 50,000 FALL fans cant be wrong... father no one knows your name and where you are but you always were the one to tell me that i would one day find a five fold fucking slab of a soul... throw me to the wolf man and dont worry, the world revolves around me kiddo... tears my fucking snout like a regular ole burt fucking reynolds eh?... ?... yeah whats the word... more escape... more earth... more concubines... more automatic strikes on the cell... line it up.slash.but dont breath too hard... itll all go to dust... to dust with jesus... to dust with the calling cards... and thats the last thing that we need... the last thing we need, what the kids use these days...