Are we human or are we dancers?
Up, down, I turn around. I need to start somewhere, so I start there with a rum and coca cola.
This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about, so we catch snowflakes with plastic forks from great heights. We dance with devils in the pale moonlight and it's quite a bargain. We take the big sleep under venetian blinds and kill the moonlight. Conscience makes cowards of us all, but this is the winter of our discontent. We don't need no water. Let the motherfucker burn.
Copy and paste your response. Live brighter, happier. Avoid the karma police. Take out a payment plan because tonight I'm gone.
Don't know when I'll be back again.
We need somebody and not just anybody. We need a little help from our friends. We all want to change the world, but they don't really care about us. It makes me want to scream. Out of my head.
K. I. C. K. A. S. S. That's the way we spell success. Rules of acquisition meet honest propositions and we meld our personae where angels deserve to die. We live shattered dreams as ghosts upon the stage with eyes the size of the moon. We're all apologies, selling the world, hoping for changes.
Under new management. Save me from this. Give it away. My heart goes underground with all the things they told me to. We're strong and we're proud and we play super loud, all connected by wires not so deep underground.
So dance fucker, dance.