Paroles de Fin

Open call for prison architects Send me your blueprints ASAP Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea, oh yeah