The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.