‘till we meet there
on the right of His chair
pettin’angel’s wing
this unreal song I’ll sing
oh, Ella, time in life
too short to lie !
who are the ones you’d really cry
For ? For I’m not,
The fuck is too drunk to sing
A bed a gun a sink to sink
The fuck is to drunk to smell
His own fuckin’ rotten smell
“You’re so ugly” mama says
Do come home with no ladyes
have a joblike
IA