Wed Jul 01, 2009
Fri Jun 26, 2009
old infantry
you might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
we ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
we might be laughing a bit too loud
aw but that never hurt no one
(b joel)
so there we were standing in the lobby
by the group w bench, talkin about war,
mother stabbin, father rapin, and all kinds
of groovy things, when over comes manager
obie, who proceed to tell us we must pick up
all our garbage and move our loud boisterous
party to another location, and friends, somewhere
in bossier city, enshrined on a security tape to be
used as evidence against us, is a study in black
and white of our misdeeds ......
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Thu Jun 25, 2009
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