chicken the Beat talk end!? Highlighting and underlying my deep
insignificance, With a liking for the Rams in Dallas.
I fled to my Doom I fell, buried under goat's manure. Where no
one will laugh at my big gut curried weird with deadened breath
that echoed with sadness through the halls of the darned My pockets
empty the shop is shut her cold gaze settled down upon those about
her
I lay down my head to rest