Pahrump کے بول

Nameless You did this To yourself Publicly wild in sorrow Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah With extreme and almost comically Excessive violence now not beneath you Back from the dead With promises to live at least three months Jack-o'-lantern ass With paid-up rubber tits For a conscience Paula Pahrump Eats in a dump Reacting to the slightest bit of kindness as though a drug The rain tambourined off a thousand empty liquor bottles in the courtyard When your sons grow up to never place flowers there You did this to yourself is all they will choose to remember Plum petals Fall into Shade