A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit by Andrew Jackson Jihad
A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit lyrics
For four fortnights I�ve fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood
It�s been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk through my path all the time
Every time
First we were babies, we�re birthing and dying
Then we were children, we were playing and crying
And then we were teenagers we were smoking and fucking
But now we�re all grown up and we�re sadly sighing
Liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds
We�ve created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
We�re sadly sighing
And I�d like to be a big ball of meat
That bee�s can buzz around and eat when I die
So that I may be granted one sense of purpose
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