We couldn't see the future So we tore a hole in time You can either go short or go tight But not both You should save for The things you'll wear again and again I read that for years The first settlers in America had to eat their dead To survive the winters I can't help but picture their bellies Swollen with constipation and starvation The groans as they shit out Those digested arms and toes The birth throes of a nation Now we can work from anywhere Now we can take control of our future With this 1-800 number Tell me something I need to know Do you want to safely grow two inches? Do you want to erase 15-20 years in 15 minutes?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
