Album: Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

Holy Smokes

well, they were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'til break fluid sewage crippled up the get retarded nickle punks. slowly cope, but swore his lowly robot foley folk would one day rise in sections to interrogate the holy ghost. holy smokes, father, black suit, white collar, kidddy porn dungeon, guns, and 3 fingers for your daughters caught up belly up.
antinque nazi paraphernalia. you cannot pay your bills with holy water and hail mary luck. shucks, fucker, enjoy the alcatraz shower fun and mommy's mad i'm cliche generation x agnostic front. it ain't the nifty faith of 1958 before the new new testament approved alter boy fisting rape and take me to your leader, long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver. call me crayzy but i'd bet that wasn't god's demeanor. sodometer peaking. but long island was jesus every weekend, spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing of a middle pennsylvania shit hole where elder's movement stressed a stellar therapeutic bible cycle. one church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much more. so the two move to new york, made babies raised on what they saw. christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy, but immaculate conception came second to playful goodies.
like laser tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags and manger staff as long as santa ate the cookies. grandpa was a saint while he'd paint with snakes and bullies, said "if only you'd memorize your prayers like you did kool g." see by the time i's old enough to know what religion was, i's catholicism numb and truly didn't give a fuck. '94 moved out the crib and ain't seen a steeple since, while knievel evil seeps in the christian leader pitch. 'til priest lap slapped with parental advisory warnings, i'll be auditioning gods in my office on monday morning.

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uh-oh, and yet another pill slip down the hatch. it patch him through the kill switch. i need a couple a's and q's. i'm not an asshole, i'm just a little confused.

just a little bruised in the back of the pews, acting amused with a mask on them vatican blues, for in the eyes of the organization i was raised in, aes is just another sinning brick in hell's basement.
cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapist. for what? drugs and fucking is part of growing up. like cuffs over dumb shit is better than schools. i'm not an asshole, i'm just a little confused. just lit fuse in the back of the pews watching a thousand flavors of the same god feud. i figure ultimate peace is the common theme, so it's a no-brainer peace when the blood hit the screen. i got a basic good and evil sensibility born. good
neighbor know a halo wouldn't fit over horns. i'm more science than faith, i'm more karma then bread and booze. i'm not an asshole, i'm just a little confused.