Drop Dead
This is all my fun
This is all my fur
Scattered on my carpet
Settled in my hair
The skids sleep in my laundry
This is on my carpet
Smoke cigs on my stairs
On a drop dead afternoon
Laughing gas in a flesh balloon
But every now and then
That crap smells almost fragrant
Most of my inventions
I built with what i stole
Hum drum