Brocker
a lude and lacivious man came walking in
he said he had a gun in his hand
nobody could see it
there was no threat in there
he shot his peace with no care
cleaning out the enitre dining room
i guess you learn to move when a man has a gun nobody can see
i guess
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2008
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