The unholy thing shambles in
He’s too big for the chair sitting next to me
And he makes an unbearable din
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Your skin is a wooden facade
You’ve brass pedals for hands
And your hair’s copper strands
Give unbearable insult to god
The unholy thing shambles in
He’s too big for the chair sitting next to me
And he makes an unbearable din
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Your skin is a wooden facade
You’ve brass pedals for hands
And your hair’s copper strands
Give unbearable insult to god
Andy Pages then smashes a dinger into space, thus ending the existential crisis on commentary.
Andy Pages then smashes a dinger into space, thus ending the existential crisis on commentary.