there are only so many times a man can listen to the words "Sometimes i get so lonely" and not hunger for abrasive, almost non-sensical lyrics such as "JUST LIKE PUSS N' BOOTS, I HOPE WE DON'T GET SHOT FOR TRYYYYIN'" while sitting in a shed desperately trying to smoke the hash-oil trapped in the gauze of the blade-runner shisha. Hard times.


de heathen back dey pon' de wall