Paroles de Hardwear

took the handjob at the hardware store, made me feel just like a man it only took me eye contact to make him understand swinging from the porches, your dorothy outfit's gorgeous your costume party's awesome just some guy's being anonymous dressed like a pirate with a head full of amyls and a gun full of ammo key to the bathroom, you were dressed like a viking, skintight biking shorts looking for a metaphor, hoping for a quick divorce discofied suicide, everyone's a friend of mine there's war against euphoria, we're up on the battle line that didn't seem like fifteen beers