We‘re the ufo punk from the thrashieverse. I have never ever faced anything that taste Semi automatic shots and then comes a shock. To lean back his head, and let the drink go down slow. It’s nice and cold he hears the bubbles, the time stops and now he’s able. Little psycho beer and your troubles get away.Īnd later on the road got wider, the radio is jamming louderįrom up above they’re coming faster, suddenly someone pass him a bee,r a tentacles pass him a beer. Well he’s just a breath away from the little psycho medicine. He’s foreseeing the end of road coming that’s alright. The issues tearing his family, same bricks that made his life… Looking at life on his side mirror, he would have end up mad now he sees it clearer. Well Mr nice is on his way to catch his wife for the last day, he doesn’t know what to do or what to say, and still the kids at the back of the break just won’t give him a break. Because, it’s so difficult, to control it, so difficult.īut I’ll rearrange this, I‘ll leave my chains and I’ll end this game.
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