lonely at the top

I can be mean

I can paint it with tar

And I can burn it with a blow torch

I can brake a hammer

And I can jab the eye with a rosebush

I have the voice of a psych0 Duracell rabbit, when my tits get hard

Then the toys fly from the cot

I tell people my heart is pure

But maybe I am wrong

It takes a lifetime for the left hook to be learned

And the overhand right is sweet as pie, when it lands

The low kick is good too

And even better when it finds the hairy balls

So I laugh at my own jokes

And listen to old rock

My heroes is honey badgers, and circus clowns

Bon Scott

And the underdog




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