Pop Rules/Science Dies
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
It's cold days like this that I wish I was back in New York when I was rich and lonely in my Brooklyn house. Anyways, I guess I'll take drum lessons and form a 2-piece band with my roommate. I should have started that Unicorns cover band with shownomercy because the Unicorns need a cover band pronto. Who says Pronto?
I'm pretty sure if Pavement had just given me a chance I would have directed some really great videos for them. I'd mostly rip off Richard Linklater but most people wouldn't notice. The fact that I was 13 and didn't know who they were shouldn't have detered them from offering either Date With Ikea or Passat Dream.
I glanced outside and I realized neighbors and passersby probably misinterept my air guitaring as bloodthirsty masturbation. I hope they walk past during a Who song. They'd see that Windmill and think That appears to be one seriously regal cock.
I guess that's what it comes down to what you want most in life. And I don't need the biggest cock in town, or the shiniest balls on the planet. I'm happy with having the most regal cock around. I could route invading forces or crush civil uprises by simply presenting it. Oh...Oh, yes, I see. they'd say as they wandered back to their homes, overwhelmed by majesty.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
It's cold days like this that I wish I was back in New York when I was rich and lonely in my Brooklyn house. Anyways, I guess I'll take drum lessons and form a 2-piece band with my roommate. I should have started that Unicorns cover band with shownomercy because the Unicorns need a cover band pronto. Who says Pronto?
I'm pretty sure if Pavement had just given me a chance I would have directed some really great videos for them. I'd mostly rip off Richard Linklater but most people wouldn't notice. The fact that I was 13 and didn't know who they were shouldn't have detered them from offering either Date With Ikea or Passat Dream.
I glanced outside and I realized neighbors and passersby probably misinterept my air guitaring as bloodthirsty masturbation. I hope they walk past during a Who song. They'd see that Windmill and think That appears to be one seriously regal cock.
I guess that's what it comes down to what you want most in life. And I don't need the biggest cock in town, or the shiniest balls on the planet. I'm happy with having the most regal cock around. I could route invading forces or crush civil uprises by simply presenting it. Oh...Oh, yes, I see. they'd say as they wandered back to their homes, overwhelmed by majesty.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
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lilyk:
you would get zotted for that? 
lilyk:
touche. touche, sir.