Nameless
You did this
To yourself
Publicly wild in sorrow
♪
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
♪
With extreme and almost comically
Excessive violence now not beneath you
Back from the dead
With promises to live at least three months
♪
Jack-o-lantern ass
With paid up rubber tits
For a conscience
♪
Paula Pahrump eats in a dump
♪
Reacting to the slightest bit of kindness as though a drug
The rain tambourined off a thousand empty liquor bottles in the courtyard
When your sons grow up to never place flowers there
You did this to yourself, is all they will choose to remember
♪
Plum petals fall into shade