This is pure, a descent into madness
Grill nights are no longer saviours
I cannot see the city being ready
Tome...what is this?
I cannot, do not ask for much
Still i cling, i know
Available and seeking
Obtainable and weakening
Place and dry
Shake and wait
Rinse and f*** it
This Korean awaits his
Finest hour, it
Finishes at five
You need a wife
You need a private space
Way it goes
I would choose it also
Way it goes
My flannel means more to me
Way it goes