Oich Oich

The Beatles are dead

Andy Warhol's **** she said

Yeah, reactor, reactor, reactor

Give me a better foot in time, in luxury, in love

People said, he left her for another woman

But she knew he left her for another car, a velvet craft

We slide in shaking in the hole resting beneath the ground

Between the sun is cracks, it breaks above our heads

Holy water hoses the whole school white porcelain

Against my face squatting discreet and **** less concealed