Cheers

You ask me why I write this song,
when I’m smoking my bong….
you are weird
and then something appeared,
it was not the angels
it was the strangers,
they lift me up
and saw I was handcuffed in a weird not,
Fuck you I’m drunk Fuck you I’m drunk!!!!!
I will not rest until I get in bed with a beautiful and nasty skunk.
Chhers boys.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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