Party

A cigaretette in crafty hands
Is a massive gun – it lends…
It is stinking, how sorry
Our house is moving in glory
Right way – quite not what we
Need – Indeed.

Our living solution was nasty
We've behaved ourselves like masters
Borrowing money, admiring ourselves
Doing no work more or less
Flee byte has concurred the World
Making us look like we mold
Besting the treasures I gathered
Destroyed you are waver and neither.
He was left aside as a man
She have gave thee a paper of ten
Spent money wend partied
Love has lost what was meant and
Got it; A beautiful piece of a chant
A car and a bracelet for rest
This, men, is just another test.

Alcohole, Alcohole, Alcohole
Pulling the forge in to hole
This is crappy, but makes
My life to go different ways
Right way – quiet not what we
Need – Indeed.