Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.