Come forward march to the seat of a different street come stoop to the poop lean on me rain on his preacher come I like strawberries in June without a reason come beat the Pete all through the meat through the sheet heat your seat with burning teat venom neat cancerous feet maneuvering come sweets on the tops of the hills random screams cut the ceiling ecstasy kneeling full of butter and meat full of sweat and sweets
Stumbling along the sidewalk 