If I could blame the war on the war where its fire Brillos my hair… If I could blame the bosses and the presidents for their unpardonable songs… If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter…
no subject
where its fire Brillos my hair…
If I could blame the bosses
and the presidents for
their unpardonable songs…
If I could blame it on all
the mothers and fathers of the world,
they of the lessons, the pellets of power,
they of the love surrounding you like batter…