The Locust Twenty-Three Lubed Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur Lyrics
Last updated: 11/29/2003 02:01:17 AM
Seemed like the right thing to do at the time
but Dr. quackenfish is in the driver's seat now.
Aesthetically pleased to the point of ambivalence.
Canadian bacon-y self-fulfilling prophecy
take the time to drown in your own spit
Yes. We are talking about you.