no, my lad
i have grown far from Christ Air
my seasons are spent in bed
and i shall speak with no one
i remember the OLD DAYS HOLY SHIT
its enough to make every set of teeth
skid around on grip tape like A REAL TEEN
no longer, i'm afraid
one of the old cats
put his cigarette out
in my bowl of oatmeal
and said that this track would
"kick my ass in the face"
which set of teeth feels more broken?
talkin' butt-teeth blues
when i handed my impressions in
i got them back a little later:
SEE ME AFTER CLASS
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