uh

everywhere i go is orange

der-dam-doo

sangria on the couch
you thought i'd say patio didn't?
ashamed
disappointed disapprove
just say dis-a-dam-dam when shit
der-dam-doo
make a song out of it
smoke a joint, hell it's the goddamn weekend
none of it for me though, my drug is love
love me love me
loser me loser me
just another loser me

how did this song start?
it's not a song but a proverb
a verb that pro
when the verbs get weird, the verbs turn pro
*chuckle*
i hope your snausage is ready for your flight
i'm back to the vegetarianism
no stop now, bales of hay and cornbread
and i think i'm a mongoloid, or a hun.
all in all, with down sundrome no doubt

canine

two bottles of mateusz in my hand
this is going to get messy
i break down the wooden door with my shoulder
they're after me and gaining
i don't know if i have a chance after this
a bottle smashes
fuck
i open the second and drink
ice cold, flares my senses
these fuckers are faster than i thought
i see the one canine gain speed
the area is shrubbery and it slows him down
slows me down too
canine number two is lost
just this one is all, if i can only make the jump
one building to the next
i drop the mateusz in the alley and make some running room
i run
the canine at my ankles

i wake up in handcuffs
losers way any way you put it
if it wasn't the dog or the fall
it was the concussion
it was just the fucking concussion