: So don't worry they tell me hell's an ok place to be this time of year so don't worry they tell me hell's the hippest place to be and i'm dying gradually
So don't worry they tell me hell's an ok place to be this time of year so don't worry they tell me hell's the hippest place to be and i'm dying gradually
the time? You're still having trouble in defining your own kind. Need I remind you, we all knew you before, you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house
Well, I was born in a town called Audubon Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen
