Blank Canvas

All the lights are off

And I'm standing

And staring

At a mocha-coloured parasole

Somewhere out there I hear a call

I don't know who for

but that cry is in vain

I know the truth 'cas it's under, barking, ulcer

I'll weep on your front door

Tears of joy

Tears of joy

Eighty percent of the wealth disappears over night

But where does it go?

And the women are coming

Eighty percent of the wealth disappears over night

But the women are coming

And my tits are buzzing

And there was a guy

And then a boy

And there was a girl

And there was a guy

And there was a girl

A boy

A boy

A recent study by the University of Oxford

Avoid consuming milk