• Here For The Music
  • tell me this, pal: why isn't everbody sittin' on a fence in the moonlight playin' a banjo?
    that's all i want to know.

    i bet you sick lick forcep and you’re tiny in red. elevate your tricep you’re a martyr in bed. sitting on a gold mine, shooting up the old time. cleaning up the refuse of your plaid shirt and coke lines. now I’ve been pulling thread doing all kinds of evil. i know you hate me baby, but don’t break the needle, lady.

    hee hee hee hee hee hee hee haw haw, you made laugh, baby, you made me crawl. hee hee hee hee hee hee hee haw haw, you made me laugh baby, you made me crawl. i’ve been pulling thread doing all kinds of evil. i know you hate me, baby, but don’t break the needle, lady.

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