Lyric

I could only enjoy that swing

Steak, Tower of Victor’s dogs

Keep studying and tasting

Under the Tiny tree

Show must go on

In the memory of Solomon

Wine juiced by Milkshake

A glass of cow

Stolen bottles are shining by themselves

Brilliant talent for ages

Just like Revenge Porno

Late 60’s

It’s coming back

That’s why I ate three slices of cheese

I met someone called God or Queen or Mother

He or she was nice and just it

I knew it from the first kiss

Where did they go when you were lonely

Was home there, Baba?

Crazy toys lost his bank account

Balls are thrown by individual History repeated itself

Ps Eliot, not TS

Their balls were pooled by scumbags

I drink it and drunk pretended to be Fitzgerald

Jerk off inside World Wide Web

Wolves sleep there, busy cunt

This is the end of sensitive

Mazizmo, Peter Parker

The dead body of Indian summer

Too dead for dogdays

So, we can be ocean

Which Once was Linus’ blanket

Then I thought I couldn’t help crying

We are here all the rest is bullshit Ohh this is linden

This is linden

This is linden

This is linden

This is linden

This is linden

Strangers are always kind

That’s why I live forever