Hey Nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Hey Nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
I lean that way.
Healthy enough to walk up those thirteen steps.
Just don't drink the kool-aid
And we'll even throw in free room and board at GITMO.
OK, but you clean up the blood.
Funny, I envisioned you looking a like a big round shape.
Caught in a rare charitable mood. I won't let it happen again.
Attending a satanic ritual with her spirit cooking homiesโฆ
Except when civilian law enforcement abrogates that responsibility and lets law breakers run wild.
Look! Little Lord Fauntleroy shows up again when the coast is clear.
When it breaks down, you declare martial law and restore order.
Practice makes perfect.
It's a homosexual thingโฆ