Thursday, March 16, 2006
Go to bed Lloyd !
Why do you love beer so much,
Was it a thrill at first touch?
Now you need it every day,
As your brain waists away.
As you fill the frosty glass,
You kid yourself this the last.
Then down the throat so faat.
So nothing matters any more,
All life is just a jumbled roar
Then you go to bed and snore
Was it a thrill at first touch?
Now you need it every day,
As your brain waists away.
As you fill the frosty glass,
You kid yourself this the last.
Then down the throat so faat.
So nothing matters any more,
All life is just a jumbled roar
Then you go to bed and snore
