Blah blah blah...
Tripp... Tripp... Trippp... Says the rain,
I fall from the coat of the wicker man,
He is but sloth and dubly slain,
In which the time Piece sits his better hand,
Cuts and garbs of untold ways,
Dribble down the slow decay,
Calamity climbs to be free of pain,
To one day reach his home again
- I want to go to a bar... Get crunk-
I fall from the coat of the wicker man,
He is but sloth and dubly slain,
In which the time Piece sits his better hand,
Cuts and garbs of untold ways,
Dribble down the slow decay,
Calamity climbs to be free of pain,
To one day reach his home again
- I want to go to a bar... Get crunk-