A curse on the raving f** face
that took my spatula away
from me
A curse on the living f** face
that took my spatula away from me
My only possesion is gone.
A curse on the raving f** face
that took my spatula away
from me
I went to place where freedon
sold 20 bucks a head.
5 bucks a hit.
Organized free thinking fools.
Why?
Mostly stayed in tune.
It had a rad bottom end.
It was more than an instrument,
It was a friend
The show s**ed and I
don't think it was my guitar.