Texty:
Funeral Dress My Generation

stand together to smash this nation Boots & braces, we're back on the streets We're feeling strong when the kids all meet I'm in love with my generation

half of it And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way In fact I'm laughing less in general But I learned a lot at my own funeral And

a fuckin fruitcake like what my aunt serves at christmas my darts relentless and we ain't tryin to be friends my gun attached to my hip like a siamese

be your headline. If you catch me another time. Didn't make her with my Baker Street Ruse. Couldn't shake her with my Baker Street Bruise. Like to take