incest

the ballad of brent nagglemakers read somewhere that joyful history repeats itself such a pretty face isn't yr desire need a woman who's taller than you to light yr cigarette & collect yr stinkin' flowers & when we relate do you me or do you dead with people crowded around you the lamb calls you where the grass is piss stained cos she is full but it's a prank call & yr a troll sitting at home alone with little baby secrets wrapped in blankets & left at yr door you may have any girl but not her lost in hollywood at ten to three in the afternoon her pen tickles a paperman & he'll have a beautiful woman in his bed when he dies people dressed in dark manage to keep their backs turned faces are blue veins & roots & maybe you should just go away until that thing on yr neck nods off yr head i'd push away & ask him what the fuck he's doing i might just know better so fine fuck me over & i'll call when it's all over say y'know i don't know what i'm doing if the boy built a spaceship i'd drive him to florida in my soapbox fr takeoff & i know what to pack you fr lunch then when yr full you can empty the bag & put it over yr head & spaceman yeah labels are pointless when the handle breaks off yr on yr way..