Drizzlehell

i watch the way you move, and i count by the way you press your eyes and by the little things that put you down, ride the rails to where you are - help me thank you all, let me **** you all, and by the way you ***** and masturbate, the bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer come up and have fun - the way to carry on i'm a dog, i know, i'm a dog it's the only way, it's the corner stay push the freight along and grant them all their little goddamn shitty things in the light it grows, slower than before, "ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..." gimme some of your good loving, i need your good loving dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog... oh, elvis yer just standin' there and completely naked and i's jest thinkin' to m'self "goddamn-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for such a little country doggie..." and now he's touching himself in private how may people do you know who can make it through life without ever buying a goddamn vowel