EmptyHeads

That tropical Sunday out in the hills didn´t touch me like any other day The hill billy on the sidewalk looked pushy standing his ground and looking for thrills Nobody could think of bills to pay because of long forgotten evenings having sushi Some of those artificially created human series got just freaked out with no plan in their container The expert was sure his work was a masterpiece We were sure to not hear a single related word out in the prairie while they were trying to save their household, got insaner A state so proud of its goals, seemed like they lost all of these A BMW evil motor ways in the brain and the member card for the gardening club All those big guys stuff in the garbage stub Welcome to their society that never was that sane Open air asylum to be in no don´t change any, it´s a sin