Independence.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, so we waited in the wings. Three hundred and sixty five days of refrigeration and finally it was time to serve. We set the table kindly not even knowing the day had arrived. Place your napkins gently in your laps and enjoy.
This is the start of a new decade. A new series of unfortunate events, I'm sure. Let's get this shit started with bloody knuckles and cold vendettas, just like we always have.
I wish everyone was on the same wavelength.
An eye for an eye. A broken jaw for a broken heart. All is fair in love and war and this is a heartfelt revolution. I remember the golden days... everyone gets punched in the face once and a while, especially when on enemy soil.
I remember fist fights and roof tops. I remember when the cops never got called by anyone except old ladies making noise complaints.
Everyone is an old lady now. Seattle is a fucking retirement home.
I came here to die.
I came here to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Sit back, sip on some Rossi, and hear me loud and clear.
Prove to me that I am not surrounded by fucking geriatric assholes.
Nothing is sacred.
This is the start of a new decade. A new series of unfortunate events, I'm sure. Let's get this shit started with bloody knuckles and cold vendettas, just like we always have.
I wish everyone was on the same wavelength.
An eye for an eye. A broken jaw for a broken heart. All is fair in love and war and this is a heartfelt revolution. I remember the golden days... everyone gets punched in the face once and a while, especially when on enemy soil.
I remember fist fights and roof tops. I remember when the cops never got called by anyone except old ladies making noise complaints.
Everyone is an old lady now. Seattle is a fucking retirement home.
I came here to die.
I came here to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Sit back, sip on some Rossi, and hear me loud and clear.
Prove to me that I am not surrounded by fucking geriatric assholes.
Nothing is sacred.