12-17-2012, 09:45 AM
There are strange things done
When you drink spaced rum
Near the men who try to poo
The station trails
have their secret tales
That would give you all space flu
The fluorescent lights have seen odd sights
That may seem like LSD
Like the night on the ridge of the station bridge
I cremated Pubbie McGee.
When you drink spaced rum
Near the men who try to poo
The station trails
have their secret tales
That would give you all space flu
The fluorescent lights have seen odd sights
That may seem like LSD
Like the night on the ridge of the station bridge
I cremated Pubbie McGee.