Flemmings - Jazz Sore

Grey is the new black
Earned up in the bank of slack
Trophies at home are settled dust
Used to sell like hotcakes
Pop a juicy blister
Taste is fairly bitter
Now she don't talk to me

Spin the wheel of fortune
Bisguits and tea
No pulse lifeless conversation
Look into barell of hatred
In with the new

Written by:
Casper Hindsgaul

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