Lyric

Soft machine will do it better than me

We can meet them

When I die We can swallow them

Where the musicircus will grow glo

Willow

Cold brew Johnny Boy

Or a bottle of honey

Wet dreams

Horses die, spinning truth

I’m fine It’s good

Honey pie!

Don’t believe maternity

It’s just a bitch and it sucks a rat race cut the face

It is what it is

I used to say that again and again Mamma Mia Figaro

But I forgive them

Seems like Lucy and Linus

So, what? Say what?

I’m not sensitive having a bad trip

"Mickey Mousing To extinction" Willie said

So, let’s have naked lunch

Anton will beat it When I find love

And I know I have a confidence

The importance of moss or something

Boredom is the best thing I’ve ever heard