Five Myth Flea

May 3, 2015

drive with me

five myth flea

take that key

bake in the drivers seat

temptation and pure refresher

cremation and peer pressure

party all night

sleep all day

at least thats what he used to say

pale face

neck brace

no longer in the human race

land of the free

home of the brave

but if you take that drink

you'll see the grave.

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