Press Play To Listen To, Pals - By Pygmy Lush
Pals
By Pygmy Lush
Chewing on trash, fluorescent blues
Don't eat the food, don't even move
Just get on your feet
Didn't put up a fight, didn't even try
Just sat and waited, completely fleeced and baited
But no. No Sir
Pals, thru and thru, huddled in a violent room
Carving on the wall with broken fingernails
Laying on the floor, a toilet with no door
In the unknown, when I get lonesome
Some how you help me feel
Man, I feel
Pals, thru and thru
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