it gets complicated when the weasels come to town some critters only love you when the sun shines they turn carnivorous in the dark weasels are sharp and unrelenting theirs are worlds of meat and necessities I don’t care what did the old assassin say? the coup de grace always stick one in the brainpan that’s what I’m doing gimme the blowtorch we’re smoking moon rocks testing the limits of gravity stick it to my brain pan I feel the rapture coming on strong I’m all about having a laugh vibing with the positive success is having fun there’s no maybe in paradise no excuses no exceptions and no mealy-mouthed weasels to ruin the party for everyone else
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