Nutso
It's eight fifty-five, bed's an hour away
A waste of my brain, not my favourite time of day
Can hear you guys now
Nutso's on the prowl
Most crawl over sharp rocks to hit the old hay
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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