Rose March :love:

lotta the, "la da da da da"

sloped popes
encrust I
bitches owe it to
three real uptights

hump axe
and sugar shit
shuckin', wet, too
the boys in love are fast

a little log girl
a little log girl, to go
a little log girl
a little log girl, to go

i joust
ant hells
see-saw

ant juice
eat me

can jews see me at all?

inner space
and parfaits
you couch and boo now
justin, you're on a vase

SHoes SHot
and have cocks
you need purses
old black hose in anniversary knots

a little log girl, to go
a little log girl
a little log girl, to go
a little log girl, to go

can jews see me, at all?




.....





allay
roasts and sex yo' feet
kill, su------icide
there are some thin crates, in you


we blown it
just be gone green dust face

xezton delivers, once again

Livin' in ol' schoo' bus.

Death from a Bug will forever remain your best work because of the frowny faces.

ant juice
eat me


and parfaits

justin, you're on a vase


these parts are goooood

can jews see me at all?

:rofl:

Death from a Bug will forever remain your best work because of the frowny faces.

:bow:





All this time I thought I had lost those lyrics when that thread was deleted. But I stumbled across them yesterday, with frowny faces and all, hidden in a text file, and was inspired to continue with American Gothic.

...nah:noway: