not commit hygiene Thou shalt not take the van's name in vain Thou shalt not allow anything to deter you in your quest for all
I'm looking straight down, I'm sick and I need a friend I didn't know they came like that I'm thinking things now, I thought I'd never think I didn't
know it's true. Those sheets are dirty, And so are you. What I saw in the bed, For a guy who sleeps on the floor. Was enough to perpetuate, All the
All!
Well I'm not a cool guy anymore as if I ever was before I took a look at all the signs then rolled it over in my mind the feeling I could not release
That could be me, that could be me Walking down the Seine Where I'd throw my glasses away That could be us, that could be us Walking through the garden
He's not alive, he can't dream Stone cold monster, thinking machine Never feels anger or pain What's left of his heart is inside his brain Get down on
Jealous of the world again Dont even try to be my friend Everything is wrong for me And everything's right for them Jealous of the world again Don
it like you mean it, man I wish I could, but I can't You say that life is a pain It isn't for me, man I don't feel anything at all Shield myself
No, All!
Here in my van I can beat my small cock Fart on your face Sleep on a loaf Here in my can I can piss in a cup Scrounge for some change Do what I want I
I know I know where it goes Don't tell me things that I already know Because I know where it goes That's why I'm going so slow.
shalt not commit hygiene Thou shalt not take the van's name in vain Thou shalt not allow anything to deter you in your quest for all
Translation: Descendents. All-o-gistics.
Translation: Descendents. All.
