We're packing up
We're setting sail
It's time to rock
Polysaccharide Town
Where dreams are made
Out of the stuff
That dreams are made of
Polysaccharide Town
You'll meet your friends
You'll weep in earnest
You'll make the grade
Polysaccharide Town
Where seldom is heard
A four-letter word
Or a vagrant ghost
Polysaccharide Town
Smiles on the faces
Faces on the people
People everywhere
Polysaccharide Town
Guilt by association
Freedom by liberation
Reproduction by lovemaking
Polysaccharide Town
We'll hoist a glass
We'll pat your back
We'll slit your lying throat
Polysaccharide Town
A good place to live
A good place to die
Fucking hell
Polysaccharide Town
2 comments:
Mr. Mayor, are there tacos in Polysaccharide town?
I do love tacos,
but I'm bad with directions.
Can you help?
"To steal a bro"
by RZA
To steal a bro
Nay, to waft young cheeks
of unbridled power
of steely sense
and sticky web
and wrist ability...
...keep you all in check
this time
Stop snacking on my
cups, dude
you msg addict
you brazen young warrior
*squeak
Fucking snowcaps
up in it
up in you
Like the sorrowful songs
Now that's what I call
Top 100
or a good hand
instead of a bad one
jeopardy
no, double jeopardy
no...
...a double dribble
*swish
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