Friday, October 24, 2014
Crowd of Cunts
I'm not making any big gestures of snobbery
Just been wasting time
Too much time wasted
Now I've grown impatient
Sitting in traffic lines and trains
Two more stops
Oh is it 3?
Breathe deep your under me
Invested too much time in you
It goes nowhere
Now I can't be bothered
Anymore
I've got this cough that won't go away
24 days we're trying to be nice
But in this Crowd of cunts
Who takes the cake?
In this crowd of cunts
It's time to cut the cake
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