Fun Times
Fuck you with a razor blade
That was what he said
To the ten dollar whore
Fuck you with a razor blade
That was what he said
To the neighbor
Next door
Killing is fun
Until you’re done
I’ll feel more pleasure
Next time I’ll be better
Now you’re old
They fight back
And you can’t hold your own
Killing is fun
Until you’re done
I’ll feel more pleasure
Next time I’ll be better
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strangerrandy
I’m just a blue collar guy from Omaha, Nebraska. I like punk rock and foreign art house movies but I’m catholic and a conservative who voted for Trump. It puts me at odds with all the artsy hipsters. I don’t really fit in anywhere. Artsy people are all atheists and liberals and conservatives don’t like the art I like. Being different sucks. I really don’t get along with anyone.
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