All of my Heroes were Housewives
All of my heroes were housewives
Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine
Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind
All of my heroes were housewives. Movers shakers and producers- programming lives without using computer
Kept walking uphill with eyes on the ground
Thankful for the lessons, helped me turn it around
God ain't nothing but a White Man. Omnipotent, Obstinantly Lame. The Children call out for their Father. The Garden Rots in Divine Shame.
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