yea so i beat up some little kids last night, they kept comming up to my house, ringing my doorbell and asking for candy. i was like "get a job you fucking bums", then i beat them with a sodering iron
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back We crawl our way back to the house we call home He holds his home in the palm of his hand And he says, and he says
You are my everyone You are my anyone You are my anytime You are my every time You are my everywhere...anywhere...