Saturday, April 13, 2013

Like a barrel full of monkeys

I make some really questionable choices sometimes. Don't think I should really be trusted to be out and about among other humans.

We'd sell off these cheap thrills
And then head for the hills

Like a barrel full of monkeys
You are a fuck load of work
You can string me along
Make me laugh until my stomach caves in
Or the string breaks and I'm down for the count

It sure is nice to know you like me around

Music: Water towers on fire - The Heligoats

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