Lyrics:
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man, I swear there ain't nothing looks better than that
Sweet tan, little thing with
we get a little bit
And then you see things
The size
Of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday
Only child know
all I get back is faeces
- the Tom Hobbes in me hits the blunt like Fuck my species!
- Can't let things be, too stressed out
Can't concentrate enough
Look deep in your eyes
Inhale all your sighs
I won't watch the clock
I'll stay by your side
It's the simple things
Those little things
It's
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
we did
All the talk about the house, the cars
And the kids yo, I'm not sayin' those
Things didn't happen but
That was before I found out you was a slut
we did
All the talk about the house, the cars
And the kids yo, I'm not sayin' those
Things didn't happen but
That was before I found out you was a slut
Grayson let’s do this thing Art is like a wheel spin
Time to change those dreary clothes dig out the strobes…
And there’s Drella, the Pitsburgh
you’re not making money don’t pout
Things will eventually work out
Gotta upload more than SoundCloud
I go by lil Kennedy
I don’t drink Hennessy
And I’m 15
my time
but I stay looking over my shoulder
I think they're playing games with my mind
playing games with my mind
Every little thing I do is
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
to sleep
Those wasted years
When I gave you every piece of me
But little by little I'm getting stronger
I'm gonna be unbreakable
Those wasted tears
, throwing dimes like Brady
I'm moving like Jerry, never catch me like Tom, throwing dimes like Brady
Feeling lighter on my feet
A little weight on my
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
I could be your hero in the night
Flying through your window babe
He don’t need to know a thing
I can put that fire in your eyes
Show you how a real
(Did you hear?)
This poor little child was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
At the one thing she knew
on bast, with glocks ready to blast
You better move real fast, I break up things
Lil Ron's my name I'm bout to spit a little game
I'm known to bring pain
my head
My disappointment spreads far
My exasperation at these blatant imbeciles is caused by who they are
Now each of them is due a little humbling
that shit straight hot
Tastes a little bitter now you wish you had some big Bob
Hoping when you pass me on the interstate (aye)
You get a bitter taste
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
you're walking in Grace
I'm always amazed at the things that you do
You illuminate me
And those around you
And I don't even know you
But I've know you
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip
Out of my mouth
But if I do, it's
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
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