Catharsis Boo

Time to make up a product That makes one visualize a break from strife One has once said, it's always a something That molds bread, rise and then gone Have some more grub And old man he sells them by the shrub From his old car Might as well burn to your fancy No more idle thoughts of plenty Pick the job your jeans are to wear Or take them off, work like your bare Ah, don't look Why, hello verse I see your back again to run course, what nice timing I am calling you and you're not home I saw you asleep, I conspired we got hurt It's you again I thought we established we were friends Now go amscray --- Catharsis Boo - The Most Serene Republic