A starlet lay dead her blood's on the fridge those hippies, they've gone too far once they were passive, they did too much acid while freaking out at the farm and charlie is up again for parole today and charlie still smirks behind rusted bars today they won't let him out you know but that's ok charlie deserves to die in jail some day needed a leader to make them feel bigger than their parents ever could some went to jail, some they found god I head axl rose gave him a blowjob
Writer(s): Brent Jonathon Belke, Ken Steven Chinn, David Anthony Rees, Robert Arthur Johnson, Marc Steven Belke
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