Original upload date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT
Archive date: Tue, 30 Nov 2021 20:41:13 GMT
After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a
strange, exotic life. A land of happy hours where
the skies are grey and the food exceptionally
greasy. We drank strange brown liquids, and our
st
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omachs swelled up like balloons. A thousand fake
orgasms every night behind thick draylon curtains.
They go on and on and on and on. Oh! We sank back
into long PVC sofas. Outside dogs roamed the
streets and the roof-tops, plus it would rain But
now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass
through the door. Stay we must, sprouting black
hair beneath bry-nylon underwear. Yes, you will
stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on and on
and on and on and on and on. They go on and on and
on and on and on and on and on. Yeah, oh, I'm
feeling greasy. Oh, I can't hear you. Oh, you're
fading away. Oh no. Oh...
