Our port mixed waste metal.
I better at last write this crass choice, Good fellow, is your Mom around?
She defeated us both,
when we were away together.
Movies were not for seeing,
Sane idols for dirty use.
Is this how we versed of moon?
Tossed together, monstrous scandals giggling,To satisfy, modeled our star of strength,
Observe we spoke of her money jungle.
Observe we spoke of her money jungle.
Quiet, I’d rather be recording in Russian,
Rozhdestvensky, Shalamov,
Rozhdestvensky, Shalamov,
impulsively dress the street language of life.
Speak out now and imagine, disorder.
The better to live, love and choose a language.
Storms affect and break a line of weed.
Storms affect and break a line of weed.
Health comes, raging higher,
gives a red smear,
gives a red smear,
before a blue party.
The man said this picture rocks.
Water unity, like a rose, made banal music,
into surreal film.
Water unity, like a rose, made banal music,
into surreal film.
Try a good society girl, all drunk.
But don't jealous boy, destroy absurdity.
