I have a comrade that is the head of whatever the painter
The brush of the brush in your hand is everywhere
Everything about his movie is Jarmush
Everybody is cut off.
Like moss when you see this and that bad
Just pulled out and do not curse and do not go back.
Booming and burning his boom and killing one again one again
Was it strangled by the color and with the funnel pouring into the throat? No.
The same scene. A panel
Like a sharp tone that whatever is down
He goes under pain and does not get out of pain.
The guy of a new line on the arm of Ropa Heno
The ransom fosher does not give Sabila dog
He drops all with this shitigra
Losing everything to the street floor.
Colored and caught up and down.
Faced up and down the tree and all the walls
To me and you and thats all
Banner of America
For the one who dumped and wakes up and wakes up
He pulled out for Lish and Lushah and Lot and Lot and Bikara
Whatever it was and was not all
She said to tell you all the time
Yeah all the place. Yeah got everywhere
He was all over.
It was everywhere
It was everywhere
