Shook This Fit
all this shit of people judging those who drink a lot listen up
some people like some things and other people like other things
the top ten movie nerds of crawl time have just rung midas dore bell brung
this is my life and im gonna do what i like and i dont like hurting people
they are well able to hurt themselves by flicking coins into a warbling pelicans rust foam
i am in the false dawn of positivity created by a euphoric mid life crisis clutching at hedonism rendezvous
while people who cant speak irish or english or are trapped beneath the rubble of double earthquakes in sumatra
when if you drive on a parkway why dont they make the whole plane out of that
livin life at a red hound miles per hour not tryin to remember a thing just racing
it is a buzz yeah i know it cant last but not doin this is also shite and overall it probably evens out
pretending to be ultra happy is a good way of remaining reasonably content
pretending to see something wonderfully awesome is a great way of killing twenty seconds
the thrill of it all makes us pretend to adore the thrill of some of it
rock and roller blinds im only homophobic if one them is over sixty beers of cage
and one of them is under forty leers of rage or if my automobile has recently been vandalized baby
i dont think we require a breast awareness programme for heterosexual men or homeless excess jewel women
and i certainly will not be airbrushing out the defecating dog obstetrician
imperfection is an ingredient of the pseudo perfection of life liffey
only a few things seem better with the gear boggles on
just keep repeating to yourself that they are not giving you annie free pints
