Ninety Pound Wuss
Ninety Pound Wuss - The Party's Over songtekst
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Crash triggers clinging chokers Choking victory dry Don't panic simply randomly So what she has alzheimers Mathematically epileptic If she don't wet her pants first The problem a constitution null and void Who's to look for your disclaimer? Get over it The question then becomes fragmented Jaded, or confused Everyone gets together Vibrations named ourselves Don't cry this inauration day Best pillows I ever felt Is it fulfilling? Collectivism, discipling, unionism Trading souls to never fill your void Labor $10 minimum She's still dying and wets the bed again Who's more frustrated? Me or you or you or me Take a look What is conception Some frivolous game puts children on the street Her disease is still the same Old and stiff and angry, birth to death What have you left, but a small space inbetween Don't waste your time it's short Primal language of new born infants Choking ignorant Raised deaf, dumb and blind Age old desire In solitude of other brainwashed has-beens Incontinent failure None of us survive Survive fire We all die too young