Tuesday, September 20, 2011
You come in, check my time
You got fornication crimes
I've seen your hope on television
Where you've been, wore my word
They've got tricycles in skirts
This is a mouth that needs religion
And they all want to love the cause
'Cause they all need to be the cause
They all want to fuck the cause
So take me down, down through this
Kill the common law that missed
This is the blood I love to share
Little pistols and companion halls
Desperation tentacles
I've been alone since '89
We've got a menstruating disguise
Then know three completes the five
This is a church that should believe
*broken_social_scene