Sunday

get me some hot dogs


No time for play, the devil is at the door/The clouds are raining melons and the melons are crying for their mothers/ HERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE/before you and I the rain used to be black like the color of my granddaddies soul/splashin’ with the kids and the kids are laughin’/piece for piece my soul will be up for sale before the end of the year/ we know i’m always late, but dip your cig in this beer and kick back/ throw your Monday and all it’s cares down this drain/ let the sun and music control your brain/ my eyes are turning grey with the amount of shit in the air/ 

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