When you fall out with the worlds, fall off the face it, you better nature the licks the hole, it craves the taste of it. keep your milk carton close, ill soon be gracing it, embrace the grace of the Lord, whatever name you place on it, the fowl or fawn, knight or pawn, doesn’t matter in the trunk of the car, crass or class, brains or brawn, doesn’t matter when the gun’s fully drawn, nothing hardly matters, nothing hardly matters at all, nothing hardly matters at all.
Anonymous asked: no se como no te han metido un golpe en la cara de pendejo que tienes, pero no creo que falte mucho para que pase
Así es el rock qué quieres qué te diga?