Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw
And that doesn’t hold nothing together…
…There’s nothing there
It’s like eating air
It’s like drinking gin
With nothing else in
And that doesn’t hold me together.
Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw
And that doesn’t hold nothing together…
…There’s nothing there
It’s like eating air
It’s like drinking gin
With nothing else in
And that doesn’t hold me together.